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Chapter 1 – The Drive

A/N: Well, this is my first ever Fan Fiction, so this is a bit of an experiment. Oh and just so you know, the bits in italics are flash backs, and the little - means it's a different time. That's about it! Hope you enjoy it! (Oh, and I'm sorry to anyone who read this before I changed it again. I realised I hadn't saved the full proper version, and then I made a total mess of it. It should make more sense now, I've put actually put some -s in, so it doesnt all get confusing. And I forgot a disclaimer. So sorry!)

I slumped in my seat, regretting that out of all the possible outcomes of a half-human-half-vampire hybrid, they had to give me tear ducts. Granted, I had some very flattering qualities too, but right now, the very last thing I wanted to do was to cry. So thanks, Mr. Vampire God.

I pressed my head against the window, trying to take in every last bit of Forks. My fingers traced the rain as it trickled down the window, while I tried to remember a time before my life was so complicated.

As I walked down the corridor, I couldn't help but smile. Me and the girls owned this school. In fact, we owned Port Angeles. Sometimes it felt like we owned the world. I think some people thought we did.

"So, are we all pleased to be back at school?" I said as we reached our lockers and I turned around to face my perfect friends. Well, as perfect as you can be while you're stood next to me.

"Are you kidding? I'm gutted summer is over. I had loads of fun. We all did… well, apart from those of us who were vacationing in England all summer. I don't know why you let them take you, Ness. You could have stayed with me! We would have had so much fun!" Gabrielle was smiling at me, obviously satisfied with her lies. All summer she had secretly been enjoying being the golden girl, while I was locked away in my house, away from the sunlight, and with it all my friends. My so-called best friend had been trying to overshadow me by impressing everyone, but she couldn't. No one can ever top a Cullen.

"Aw, that's so sweet Gabs, but England wasn't too bad. There were loads of British boys there," I lied through my pearly white teeth. The closest I had been to an English boy, in my life, was my grandfather Carlisle.

"Well, I had loads of fun with Pablo in Mexico. His family was lovely, and it was amazing to be in the sun, for once." Kayleigh was carefully applying yet another coat of mascara to her eyelashes. She'd spent most of her summer staying with her boyfriend and his family in Mexico, and she didn't want to let us forget it. "It was a-maze-ing."

"Oh, thanks for rubbing it in, Kay" I snapped. "Honestly, is there any need to make me feel any worse than I already do?"

"Ness, chill out, she's only telling us about her summer." Gabrielle stood smugly with her arms folded, still smirking.

I took a deep breath, as I always had to do when I got angry – which was a lot. I forced a smile and said "Yeah, sorry. I'm just angry because you all had fun and I was stuck in England, with my pathetic excuse of a family." The England bit was a lie, but the family bit – well, I wish I could say that was too.

"Ness?" a hoarse voice whispered. He was tired – I knew for a fact he probably wouldn't have slept for days, maybe weeks, because of worrying. Even now he was shaking. The poor guy was probably having a breakdown, and all I could think about was myself. Typical me.

"Yeah?" I grumbled, trying to pass off my pain as tiredness.

"You okay?"

"Hmm… yeah, I suppose. You?" I tried to make my face match my words.

"'Course… In fact, I'm a little excited."

I turned around to face him, and raised my eyebrows. "Really? Why?"

"Because it's all gonna be okay now, isn't it? It's all gonna be okay."

We sped along the motorway, and I listened to the rain drumming on the roof of the car. We were driving around in circles – long, very deformed circles. We were trying to cover our tracks, and confuse our scent, not that I really wanted them to be covered.

"Oh. My. God. That must be the most gorgeous dress I have EVER seen. I HAVE to get it!" Gabs was running around like a kid in a candy shop. She was in heaven. We all were. "It's in my size! It's in MY SIZE!"

"Chill out Gabs, we're here to find my dress." I was starting to get a little angry with her. All she could think about was herself!

"But Ness, it's stunning! I mean, look at it. LOOK AT IT!" Gabs was jumping up and down like a lunatic.

I looked at the dress. It was nice. It was really nice. "What size is it?"

"It's an 8 – like I said, just my size!" Just my size, as well.

"Great. Pass me one here."

She rummaged through the rack of identical dresses. "But there's only one size 8."

"Oh. Right." I fake sighed. I knew exactly how I was going to get out of this one. "Well, it is my party, Gabs."

"Yeah…" She looked disappointed.

"And if you were a good friend, you'd let me have it, wouldn't you?" I smiled sweetly.

"Oh… right… Here you go then." She made a pathetic attempt to throw the dress at me. Thankfully, my vampire skills kicked in and I grabbed it before the cream silk hit the floor and crumpled in a messy pile at my feet.

I ran to the changing rooms, with Gabs following after me. Now who was acting like a kid?

"Oh my god, it looks amazing! It fits perfectly! Ahhhhhhh!" I was spinning around in front of the mirror. Gabs was stood behind me, pulling an obviously fake smile.

"What do you think?" I asked, not really caring about her opinion anyway.

"It's beautiful." She sighed, she was a terrible liar. "Suits you."

"I know! Let's show Kay!" I dragged Gabs out of the changing rooms, and into the store, where Kayleigh was flirting with a cute shop assistant. "Kayleigh! Isn't this dress just amazing?"

"Oh. My. God. You look like a movie star! That is the best dress, ever!" She ran towards me and practically squished my guts with a hug. "In that dress, you will totally rock this party!"

"That was the plan" Gabrielle sulked in the corner.

"Happy Birthday Jakey!" I cried, completely ruining my families' pitch perfect rendition of Happy Birthday. I'd asked Alice to get my best clothes ready, so I could surprise Jake even more. I'd painted him a picture of us together, and it was surprisingly good, considering I was only physically about 8 years old, and I was waving it around in the air.

"Thanks Ness. You look beautiful." He did his Jacob smile, and I couldn't help but throw my arms around him, almost taking his head of with my painting.

"Happy Birthday Jake." I turned around to see my mother stood behind me, with her arms open and ready for a hug. Jake put me down instantly, and I practically leapt into her arms.

"Thanks Bells." He pulled away from her, but still held her hand. I saw Daddy glare at him, but he quickly looked away.

"Here's your present." She held out a photo frame, with her, Jake, me and Dad in it.

"Thanks Bella. I love you." He engulfed her in a huge bear hug. Well, more of a wolf hug.

"It was from me to." Dad was looking at mum in a protective way. I hate it when they get like this. It always made me feel uncomfortable, like I was missing something.

"Oh, right. Thanks… Edward." Jake faked a smile.

I decided to fill the awkward silence. "Jake, Jake, we have to put my picture up on the wall in your house, so everyone can see it! Come on, come on! Let's GO!" I was running forward and backward, between Jake and the door, but he wouldn't budge.

"Actually, Nessie, I wouldn't mind one of your mum's English Breakfasts. How about it Bella?" Jake had already moved to the table, and was sat eagerly awaiting the arrival of his breakfast.

"But I want to put it on the wall. I want to show it to Quill and Embry, and Seth. And Billy! Please?" I did my sweetest smile.

"In a minute, Ness." My mum was already making the breakfast, and Jakes mouth was watering. His stomach sounded like a pack of dogs.

"But I want to now!" I shouted across the room, feeling my self slipping into a tantrum.

"Renesmee!" a bunch of angry voices yelled.

"It's not fair though. How come Jake loves mummy more than me?"

I knew I was making a fuss over nothing, but I waited patiently for my family to react, I couldn't help but feel shocked their response. They all looked stunned, as we stood in silence for a few long seconds. Then they all reacted at once.

"Jake doesn't love me more than you Nessie," Mum smiled.

"Nessie, I love you more than anyone else in the world." Jake pulled me into his arms.

"Renesmee, you know that's not true, Jacobs just hungry." My father moved towards Mum, and put his arm around her. "You know we all love you so much."

After everyone stopped rambling, and I'd been forced to apologise, we all sat round the table. Everyone was watching me and Jake eat, and I was trying not to make a mess of my clothes. We sat in silence, as we always did when we were around the table. It was Grandma Esme's rules – she didn't want to tempt us into talking with our mouth open. Good old Gran.

"Can we go now?" I asked after Jake had finally forced down the last spoonful of breakfast.

"Yeah, okay Ness."

We ran quickly to Jakes house. That's one of the things I love most about being a vampire – running. When we got there, Jake let himself in, and I followed behind him. My mum and dad stood outside, not liking to come in without being asked.

"Billy!" I ran towards Jakes dad, who was in the middle of eating a slice of toast.

"Hey Nessie," he said cheerily as I clambered onto his lap.

"Look what I made for Jake!" I said, as I waved my painting in the air.

"It's great Ness," he said, wheeling himself into the living room, where he started to hold the picture up against in wall.

"Jake, are you gonna put this up, or are you gonna make me do it?" Billy smirked, and holding the painting towards Jake.

Dad's smooth pale hand reached put and grabbed the painting before Jake had even moved. "I'll do it, Jacob. Why don't you two go for a walk?" He gestured towards Jake and I, and I couldn't help but grin. Jake and I always went to the same place. A place where I had grew up. A place where I had had so many memories. A place that I loved.

"Come on Nessie." Jake held out his hand. "Lets go to the beach."

I shut my eyes when we got to La Push. This had always been a special place for me. I knew we had to drive through here, because this was the first place they'd look for me, and if they found my smell here, it would definitely slow down the search. But I was still dreading it.

On my lap, I had a bundle of my dirty clothes, which absolutely stunk of me.

We drove through the back streets, and the wheels splashed loudly through the puddles on the road – not very discrete. We must have been the loudest people that had ever attempted to elope.

I took a deep breath when we pulled up on the beach. "You okay?" a worried voice asked over my shoulders.

"Of course" I whispered as I clambered out of the car, and broke into a run across the sand. After about a mile I decided that this was the right place. I dropped my clothes on to the wet sand, trying not to cringe as my beautiful, designer masterpieces flopped onto the dirty, mud-ridden sand. I was thankful now that it was dark, and I couldn't see the stains that would now have overrun the cream silk of my favourite dress.

After running randomly back and forth across the beach, to cover my tracks and to stop the tears, I finally got back into the car.

"You ready?" Toby's smiling face asked me.

"Yeah" I lied. "Yeah…."