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Summary: Was I the only one capable of seeing the L.O.V.E. between them?; Renesmee P.O.V.
L.O.V.E.
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"You know you are in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than in your dreams."
- Dr. Seuss
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At the tender age of two years old, though I had the appearance of a seven year old, I learned that Jacob Black, the one who imprinted on me, would never be mine. Did I mind? Not at all. Why? Well, while I loved Jacob, he was just a brother to me. I loved him probably as much as I loved the other men in my life, sans my father since he is the man I currently love the most. He is my father after all.
How did I learn this? Well, Dr. Seuss has always been my only doctor, besides Carlisle, of course.
I didn't find out through his books though.
But I learned through a handy quote I chanced upon while on the internet.
It suddenly became clear to me.
Crystal clear.
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I crawled my way up to my father's side of the bed. He was wide awake, along with everyone else in the house. We were staying at Carlisle and Esme's home since I felt a little bit lonely in our secluded cottage. Why my parents always wanted to be isolated was something I never fully comprehended. But anyway, I wanted to ask my father something. That's why I interrupted his late night reading.
"Dad," I began as I sat myself on his lap. "I want to have a sleepover."
He raised an eyebrow. Since we were staying at Carlisle's, we were technically having a sleepover already. Minus the 'sleep' part since I was the only one that slept. And I only slept when I felt like it.
"But everyone is already over. Why do you want one, dear?"
To be honest. I wanted one because all the kids on the T.V. shows had one. I didn't have friends my age since kids my age were still suffering from their terrible twos. And they were probably potty training as well. So, nobody really had invited me to a slumber party. Thus, I wanted to host my very own; with the few people I consider 'friends'.
"Not everyone," I persisted.
Jacob wasn't here that night. Neither were the rest of his pack. They had some birthday party to attend much to Leah's dismay. I was assuming it was Emily's birthday party, that's why Leah was so apprehensive to attend. However, Jacob and Seth managed to force her to comply. And even when they were over, they didn't 'sleep-over'. They stayed outside and patrolled.
But they were my only friends and I wanted to invite them.
"You want to have a sleepover with Jacob?" My father asked, his tone growing low and dark.
"Well, yeah," I replied as if it was a well known fact, "And Leah as well."
Leah was my only female friend. Sure, there was Claire but she was younger than me; physically, mentally and emotionally speaking. She was only older than me by age. Despite Leah being my only female friend, I don't think the feelings were mutual. First of all, she always referred to me as the 'Spawn'. It was mean at first but I've grown accustomed to Leah being snarky.
"Why do you want to have one with them?"
"Because they are my only friends!"
He chuckled, as if I was uttering nonsense.
"You have other friends, dear..."
I pouted as my arms crossed against my puffed out chest.
"Oh yeah. Who are they?"
My father's expression grew perplexed.
"How about Seth? Claire? Nahuel?" Those were the only names my father could think of. Three friends besides from Jacob and Leah. Wow. Kids my age on the T.V. shows I watched were friends with their entire grade.
This is what I get for being born into a family of smothering vampires and an anti-social loner of a mother.
"Face it, Seth is more friends with you and Mum than he is with me." My father opened his mouth to debate but closed it immediately when he had nothing to argue back with. It was true. My father was Seth's Idol - vampire speaking. "Claire can be my friend when she graduates from Dora the Explorer." I was sick and tired of Claire ordering me to say 'Swiper no swiping' when Quil was around. "And Nahuel just wants a future wife out of me." Despite being only two years old or seven, whichever way you look at it, I knew Nahuel wanted me to like him romantically. I was the only one of his kind that was not related to him.
My father sighed heavily as he rubbed his temple in a massaging manner.
"You do know Rosalie is going to throw a fit when she learns that Jacob and Leah are going to stay the night."
I shrugged.
"She can sleep in our cottage if she hates it so much."
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Leah, Jacob and I sat around in my room, on the floor, in a circle of sorts.
My father was right, Rosalie was completely against the idea of having, in her words, 'the mutts' sleep over. She turned down my offer of her staying in our cottage since she didn't want to be in the house my parents sometimes lived in. With Emmett in tow, Rosalie went to Seattle for the night. Drama Queen. As for Alice and Jasper, they tried to crash my slumber party, mostly Alice, so I banned them from the second floor. Now, they were downstairs, Alice whining why she wasn't invited. My parents and grandparents followed my rules without much complaints and accompanied one another to do some hunting.
That left me with my two best-friends all alone on the second floor. It was the most privacy I've ever had, even if Alice and Jasper were on the floor right below us.
We stared at each other awkwardly for a couple of minutes. I didn't really know how to throw a slumber party. The one I watched on T.V. consisted of three little girls squealing in delight as they were let into the house of the host. Leah and Jacob didn't squeal when they came in. Jacob looked happy while Leah was wondering what on earth she was doing here in the first place. But, hey, she must like me to some extent. She agreed to come, didn't she?
"So..." I began uncomfortably. "Do you two want to play 'The Game of Life'?" It was the only board game I had. I usually played it with Emmett and I always won. Emmett had too many kids and sending them all to collage burned a hole through his wallet.
Leah shot me a look; an 'are you kidding me?' look.
"No."
Jacob shot her a look this time; the same look.
"Sure, Nessie. Lee and I will play."
I went over to grab the game from by bookcase. I laid it out, accepting no help from Jacob. What was I, a baby? Don't answer that. I was more than capable of setting up a board game.
I held out the multiple coloured cars in one hand, urging Leah to choose a vehicle.
"What colour, Leah?"
Leah looked like she was being held against her will while she chose, "The red one."
"I wanted the red one," Jacob grumbled.
"Too bad," Leah and I shot back at his immaturity. It took us both off guard and we awkwardly made eye contact before I chuckled. Eventually, she laughed as well. "I taught you well, kid." When not calling me 'Spawn', Leah called me 'kid' often.
I smiled at her while plucking out the blue car for Jacob.
"Here."
He looked at me, surprised.
"Hey, why did you let Leah choose her own car but not me?"
"Because you wanted the red one and since Leah already chose that, you have no right to choose anymore." Yes, my rules were unfair but my game, my rules. He already made his choice and he made the wrong one.
"That's not fair, Nessie."
"Stop complaining and just play the game," I ordered him while taking the orange car and placing my rubber pink girl in it.
Leah smirked at Jacob, "Oh, that's my girl."
"You're turning her into a mini version of you," Jacob accused Leah, his tone playful. His tone was always playful with her. Clearly, he was flirting even if he didn't know it himself.
Laughing, Leah rubbed the top of my head before speaking, "And I couldn't be more proud. I can't have her turn into her mother and Aunts. They're all insane. She needs to have a realistic yet awesome role model."
Jacob had to bite his tongue before bursting out in laughter.
"You, a role model? You've got to be kidding me."
"Um, guys?" I tried to intervene to the weakest of my abilities. Even though this was my slumber party and they were supposed to be paying attention to me, I couldn't find the strength within me to break apart their bantering. There was something intriguing whenever Jacob and Leah argued.
"I'm a great role model, Black. You're just too stupid to see that."
"My, my, your ego is suffocating."
"Yeah and so is your breath."
"Can we just play?" I asked, interjecting myself into their conversation once again. I just really wanted to play and win and beat their butts. They could argue during the game. "Okay, I'm going to choose my career now..." That fell on deaf ears.
"How childish, Leah. That's not the first time I've heard a 'you've got bad breath' attack."
Leah chuckled.
"I can imagine."
"That's not what I meant!" Jacob shot back, his blood slowly boiling.
"Stop yelling, your breath is going to kill me."
"Then I'll just keep yelling..."
They were both in some heated staring contest.
"I'm going to spin the wheel now!" I shouted loudly, bringing my voice an octave range higher than theirs'.
Both of them glanced over at me with a questioning look in their eyes; a look that asked 'why on earth are you doing?'
"Geez, you don't have to yell, kid. We can hear you just fine."
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Jacob spun the wheel and the pointer stopped at the '8'. Jacob was five blocks away from the Marriage stop on the board. Despite spinning an '8', Jacob would have to stop no matter what. I already did and I got my rubber blue husband, who shall remain nameless. In reality, I was the youngest but in the game, I was further ahead of the two.
"Dun dun da dun..." I mimicked the beat of the famous wedding march. "Dun dun da dun. Dun-"
"Oh just give him a rubber thing!" Leah demanded angrily as her face rested in the palm of her hands.
"Impatient..." I commented simply as I reached into the plastic bag to get out a pink plastic stub to be Jacob's wife. But before I could put the stub into the hole beside rubber Jacob, I looked over at Leah's car which was three squares away from the Marriage stop. "Sorry but I can't give you this plastic stub."
"Why?" Jacob asked, kind of annoyed that I was stalling the game. "Just hand it over, Nessie. I'm getting sleepy."
I hid the bag of rubber blue and pink stubs behind my back and shook my head vigorously.
"No!"
Leah sighed, "Nessie, stop being a child and just give Jacob his plastic wife!"
I frowned, dropping the bag on to my rug. I reached over and plucked out rubber Leah and placed her into Jacob's blue car.
"There!"
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The game ended when I refused to let rubber Leah get out of rubber Jacob's car. They were asking what the heck I was doing by putting rubber Leah into the wife's spot. Didn't they get it? Or were they just in denial? Adults can be so difficult.
I settled myself onto my bed while Leah was already sleeping on the floor. I've never seen her look so peaceful. I've always known Leah was beautiful, more beautiful than she gave herself credit for. Seeing her sleeping only enhanced her natural beauty.
And I think Jacob knew that as well.
"Jake..." I startled him while he was gazing down at Sleeping Beauty. Jacob looked at me, rubbing the back of his neck. He was uncomfortable. Maybe because he knew I caught him staring at Leah or that he realized himself that he was staring at her. "Good night."
He flashed me a gentle smile.
"Do you want me to tuck you in?"
I snorted, "What am I, two?" Oh wait, I was. "Never mind. Just go to sleep, Jacob."
He nodded as I let my tired eyelids flutter shut.
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I awoke during the middle of the night. Actually, 12:42 a.m. to be exact. Looking around the room, everything was dark until my eyes adjusted to the darkness. The moon's rays were beating in through my open window. I could hear Alice and Esme chat amoungst themselves downstairs while Edward, Bella and Jasper were having their own conversation about novels and such.
On the floor still remained Leah. Her breathing sounds were soothing. The sounds were too soft to be considered snoring. Jacob was beside her, extremely close to her. He was awake, I could tell. His hand was lightly and lovingly playing with her hair. She was too passed out to notice. Too bad. There was also a smile on his face, a really content smile that I rarely ever saw. Hold on. Now that I think about it, I've never seen it.
It must be a smile reserved for Leah alone.
I smiled before deciding to give him a small heart attack, "Can't sleep?"
His hand playing with Leah's dark locks paused in mid air. The strands slipped through his fingers as he brought his face to look at me. If the lights were on, I would have been able to see all the blood rush from Jacob's face.
He composed himself before responding, "Yeah, I can't sleep. I'm tired but I can't seem to shut my eyes."
A few days ago I read a quote by the famous Dr. Seuss about love. Since I was only two, I didn't understand the quote at all. And since I was only two, I didn't want to ask my family members about it. They would have just lectured me about being too young for love. The quote was about not being able to sleep since reality was finally better than dreams because the person was in love. I didn't understand that two days ago. For the most part, when I was tired, I slept. But when I stayed awake, I didn't stay awake because my reality was better because of love. I just stayed awake.
I think it was different for Jacob.
I think the reason he couldn't sleep was because his reality was far better than his dream.
After all, Leah Clearwater was sleeping right beside him; her face was three inches, an exact measurement, from snuggling into the nape of his neck.
Why on earth would he want to sleep?
A/N:
This is quite an important author's note. I posted this story on my original account, Mango Milk Shake. If you go to that account, you can see the story has been deleted. Why? Well, I wanted to continue writing this story but on a different account.
Because a) I wanted a fresh start. Mango Milk Shake is an account of stories I haven't completed. And are not working on. Since this is the only story I'm hoping to finish, I made a new account. To say the least, when I go onto Mango Milk Shake, I just get disappointed for my uncompleted stories.
I wanted a fresh clean start.
And b) I did not like the third and fourth chapter of the original L.O.V.E. It was rushed and, argh, every time I read it my head began to pound with sheer annoyance.
I'll be posting the second chapter of L.O.V.E tomorrow, after I reread it.
So, just to make things clear, I am Mango Milk Shake, the original author of this story. I just re-posted this on my new account, NinaGoo. [BTW, my name is not Nina nor is my last name Goo. Haha. Nina was supposed to be Nine, but a switched out the 'E' and Goo means Nine in Korean, which I am not as well.]