Hey guys, so this is like my first attempt at a Fan Fiction. I have always just wondered what Nessie's and Jacob's relationship would be like, but this story isn't JUST about them. There will also be some action, some awesome vampire/shapeshifter fights. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own nothin' but 4 books and an Idea.
Chapter One - What Do Your Dreams Consist Of? (Jacob's POV.) RATED PG
It was nearly sun set. Pink streaks crossed the sky. The light was fading, but I didnt care. I kept running, not looking back. I could hear her feet following me, which is exactly what I wanted. I sped up, knowing she could never catch up with me. I jumped behind a large tree, sensing her pressence, coming closer and closer...
I lept, as she passed the tree I was hiding by, landing on her. We tumbled down a small hill, while she giggled and squeeled. I landed on top of her, pinning her arms down with my gigantic paws. She squirmed beneith me, but I never moved an inch.
She stopped squirming, and I looked down, to find her staring at me with her beautiful, deep chocolate brown eyes. How could someone so beautiful ever love me? I've only been called beautiful once, and that was by this most perfect creature's mother. How will she ever love me?
There was some emotion in her eyes, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Her eyes, swelling in this unknown emotion, as she studied my face. I slowly withdrew my paws, letting her free. She did not move, just kept serching my face, I didnt know what for though. I bounded away, and phased behind a tree. I came back, wearing my tattered blue jean shorts, to find her standing, staring right at me wth that same emotion in her eyes. She quickly looked away from my gaze, blushing. I heard her heart, always fluttering, beat faster and faster. I walked slowly toward her, wrapping my arms around her, resting them on her lower back. "Oh Renesmee, what would I do without you?"
She looked up at me, slightly tipping her head back. She slowly leaned onto her toes, trying to closing the space between our faces. I didnt realized, but I was doing the same thing, leaning ferther and ferther down.
Until, finally, our lips met. It was like an electic jolt, sending goose bumps all down my body. She moved her lips under mine, and I took her lead.
I could hear, somewhere way in the back of my head, calling my name. It got louder and louder, until it was all I could hear. As our lips parted, my mind came into consciousness. Renesmee, my love, my imprint, was shaking me, calling my name tring to wake me.
"Jake, time to go to school!" She yelled, galloping out of my room. God, I wish that dream could have lasted forever, now printed into the back of my mind. I knew something was wrong, she will never love me like I love her. Or at least, I think she won't.
How could someone like her love someone like me?