Everything was silent. Nothing was out of place, nothing moved, and to anyone else, nothing would have been wrong with this picture. But to me, everything had gone awry.

* * * * *

"Mom, I swear, I'm fine. I'm just going on vacation with Jake. Nothing's going to happen," I said as I shoved a few more shirts into my suitcase. My cell phone began to slip from the crook of my neck so I readjusted it immediately.

"That's exactly what I'm worrying about, Renesmee. I don't want him taking you everywhere and me not knowing where you are-"

"Mom, I'm eighteen. Not ten. I am an adult- I can take care of myself."

That seemed to shut her up and she quickly said her goodbyes. I shoved my phone into my pocket and then, two seconds later, it buzzed in a text. I read it from Jake, already smiling.

Jake and I… it was one big, huge swoon. The only thing that I could change about him… would be his age. He's seventeen years older than me, technically. But since he was a werewolf, he didn't age nearly as fast as regular humans.

Besides that, he had always been my best friend. I had- I mean, it was natural, wasn't it?- had a huge crush on him since I was about ten years old. My parents, being the overprotective vampires that they are, wouldn't allow me to date him until I turned sixteen. That didn't stop him from always being with me since I had been old enough to go out with friends.

The day I turned sixteen, Jake had shown up at my door with a dozen of the most beautiful roses that I had ever seen in my life. He asked me to go on a date right then and there. I agreed instantly and everything started out.

Jake was my life. There was no doubt about it. All girls say that about high school relationships- they go on and on and on about how much they love their boyfriends and how sweet they are- but they didn't understand how well Jake and I connected. We were so close, that if I were to lose him right now, I wouldn't be able to live like I am now… he is part of me, as I am a part of him. We can't breathe without each other.

I think my mother was afraid of me feeling so much at eighteen. Heck, she felt just as much as I did at seventeen. There was no doubt in my mind that my mom didn't love my dad, and vice versa. Their story was filled with passion and needs and love- I was almost jealous. Then again, me and Jake's relationship was also forbidden much like my parents. I was half vampire and he was a werewolf, destined to fall in love. When I thought about it too much, it made me sick. It was so cliché, so cheesy and happily-ever-after for someone like me.

I had gotten into my car soon after I texted him back and drove through the familiar path to Jake's house. This drive was one that I could drive backwards with my eyes closed. I could swear that the majority of the path's car tracks were from my car.

Jake jumped on the top of my car and raced over to open my door as soon as I turned off the engine. I stepped out into his arms and our lips met in a passionate embrace.

"I love you," Jake stated.

"I know."