A/N: Hey this is my first fanfic so if you don't like it please don't hate but I would very much appreciate it if you told me what you would like to see and what you think that I could do better!!!! THANKS!!!
Renesmee glanced again at the tall, dark, handsome teenage boy who was staring intently at her. He was really starting to freak her out. She wished that Mark, her boyfriend, would hurry up and get here. The boy was starting to scare her. Then, finally, she saw Mark.
She ran towards him, smiling. "I thought that you were lying to me when you said that you would meet me here," she said, accusingly but teasingly. "You said that you were gonna be here ten minutes ago."
"I'm sorry, baby," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her. "You know that I would never do that to you."
"I was starting to get scared," she said. "You see that guy over there?" She tilted her head in the direction of the stranger who was still staring at her.
Mark looked. "Yeah. What about him?"
"He's been staring at me like that ever since I got here," she said. "I thought that he was gonna rape me or something. I was really starting to get nervous."
"I'm so sorry, baby," Mark said, tightening his hold on her. "He does look kind of intimidating; he's so tall."
"But you know the weirdest part?" Renesmee asked. "I feel like I know him somehow. Like I've known him since I was a baby. But I just can't figure out where I would have seen him before. But he's familiar somehow. I just can't put my finger on it."
Mark kissed her again. "Well, don't worry too much about it," he said. "He probably can't get over how beautiful you are. I know I can't." He pressed his lips to right below her left ear.
She giggled. "Not here, Mark," she said. People were already looking at them as it was.
He sighed. "Fine. How about we go to my place and continue this there?" He looked at her teasingly.
"No, Mark," she said. "As much as I want to... I can't. You know that."
"Fine," he said, giving in. "Let's go get something to drink." They walked towards the food court. As they were walking, Renesmee glanced back at the stranger. He was following them! "Oh my gosh," she said, really starting to freak out now. "Mark, he's following us!!"
Mark looked back. "If he keeps following us, I'll go and talk to him."
Renesmee gasped. "No, Mark!! I don't want you putting yourself in danger like that! He's so much bigger than you! I'll talk to him."
"If he's bigger than me then he's a whole lot bigger than you," Mark argued. "I'll talk to him, May," he said, using his nickname for her.
But Renesmee was stubborn, just like her mother. "Mark, I'm talking to him. I have a feeling that he won't hurt me." And before Mark could protest, she walked towards the stranger.
He was studying her intently. "Hey Renesmee," he said, smiling.
She paused momentarily. He was actually really handsome! Especially when he smiled. Then she remembered what she was doing there, and said, "Um, how do you know my name?" She knew that he hadn't guessed it. After all, how many Renesmees do you know?
He frowned. "You don't remember me? At all?"
She shook her head. "No. You look familiar, but I can't imagine who you are or where I've seen you before."
He nodded. "Yeah, I was stupid to think that you would remember me." He was speaking more to himself than he was to her. "I mean, you were only a baby when we last saw each other. Still, I hoped..."
"But you remember me? I mean, you don't look that much older than me. How do you remember me?" she asked, confused.
He paused. "I'm good friends with Bella," he said, referring to her mother.
She nodded. "Oh," she said, assuming that he was a vampire like her parents. "How do you know my mo-- I mean, my sister?" Nobody knew that her parents were vampires and therefore didn't age, and when they had moved here three months ago they had told everyone that Bella and Renesmee were sisters, and that Edward was their adopted brother, who had fallen in love with Bella.
The stranger frowned. "Your sister?" Then he realized what she was talking about. "Oh, I get it. Bloodsucker thing, huh?"
She quickly shushed him. "Shut up! Someone will hear you! So how do you know Bella?"
"We were best friends," he said, emphasis on the 'were'.
"What do you mean, were?" she asked. "What happened between you two?"
"Your father happened," he said sourly. "Your father and I barely got along, and we got along at all because of Bella. And your father absolutely hates me now, because when you were born, I--" he paused, looking at her, remembering who he was talking to. "Oh. Um, never mind. I think that your parents want to tell you about that. Even though it involves me just as much as it involves you... I don't want Edward to kill me because I spilled."
"What are you talking about?" she asked. "Stop being so cryptic."
He shook his head. "Sorry, Nessie, I can't tell you."
She laughed. "So you call me Nessie, too?! That's what Dad and Alice and Jasper and Rose and Emmett and Carlisle and Esme and Charlie and Renee all call me!! Except Mom. Mom will not call me that. She refuses to."
He laughed. "Yeah, your mom was so mad when she heard us call you Nessie!" Then he paused, as the wind blew her long, bronze-colored hair towards him. He inhaled deeply. "You smell really good, Nessie." He leaned towards her.
She blushed. "Um, thanks. You smell--" she leaned towards him. "Woodsy."
He laughed. "Thanks! Edward would say that I smelled like a dog!"
"Why would he say that?" she asked, since she had assumed that he was a vampire, like her parents.
"Oh, um, he'll probably tell you that, too. Wow, they have a lot that they haven't told you. What have they told you?"
"Um, that I'm half-and-half," she said. "That, um," she blushed, remembering what else they had told her. "That even though I'm half you-know-what, I can still get pregnant because of the other half." She laughed. "I'm the only one ever who's gotten a sex talk like that!!"
He blushed, which puzzled her. She had thought that he would laugh. "Oh. Right," he said. He looked like he was having a hard time standing up; like he was about to faint.
"Are-- are you okay?" Renesmee asked nervously, gently touching his hand. Then she gasped. "You're-- you're not cold like everyone else is! You're-- you're just normal!!" She laughed. "Well, I guess you're not normal, since I'm not normal. You're-- you're warm. You're warm. Why-- why are you warm?"
He smiled, taking her hand. "You're funny just like your mom," he said. "And I'm warm, because-" he stopped, looking at something behind her. "Your boyfriend's coming over here." His tone was sour.
Renesmee turned around, as Mark reached them, saying, "What are you doing, May?" He looked cautiously at the stranger who was holding hands with his girlfriend. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jacob," he said, shaking Mark's hand with his free hand, still holding Renesmee's hand with his other.
"Oh," Mark said, looking at Renesmee and Jacob's clasped hands. But Jacob didn't let go. He hadn't seen Renesmee in more than 14 years, and he wasn't about to let her go.
Renesmee smiled. "He's just a family friend that I haven't seen since we were kids." She looked at Jacob. "Aren't you, Jake?" She winked.
Jake smiled. "Yeah. We were best friends when we were little." He pulled Renesmee into a hug, like a friend would give a friend. But it meant so much more to him.
"Right," Mark said slowly. "Well, we should probably go, May." He reached for Renesmee's hand. She took it, squeezing Jacob's hand goodbye. "Come over later," she said. "I think that Bella will be happy to see you." He nodded. "I will," he promised.
"What was that about?" Mark asked her, as they walked away. "One second he's following you and you're scared that he'll rape you and the next you're hugging him and holding his hand and asking him to please 'Come over later'!"
"Are you mad?" she asked, squeezing his hand.
He laughed mockingly. "Yes, I'm mad!!"
She leaned towards him, kissing him. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "Why can't you believe me when I say that he's just a family friend? Besides, he's in love with Bella. He and Edward absolutely hate each other because of it!! He doesn't think of me as anything but the little sister!"
"Are you sure?" Mark asked hesitantly. "I mean, the way that he looked at you..."
"I'm sure that he's in love with Bella," she reassured him. "He and Edward hate each other."
"Okay," Mark said, not absolutely convinced. "He just looked at you as if the whole universe revolved around you; like you were his life, his everything. Like he would die if it would spare you."
Renesmee blushed. "He did, didn't he? I noticed that. Oh, well, it's probably because I look so much like Bella."
Mark nodded. "You do look a lot like Bella. Sometimes I've even wonder if she's really your identical twin or something, except that you look a lot like Edward, too." He laughed. "Are you sure that you're not really Bella and Edward's daughter?" he joked.
Renesmee forced a laugh. "Yeah," she managed to choke out. "I guess that I do look like Edward. But how could I be their child? I mean, that's impossible!!" She forced another laugh.
Mark smiled. "I'm joking, May. I know that they couldn't possibly be your parents."
"Oh. Right," she said, blushing. "I knew that you were joking." She cleared her throat. "So, do you wanna go see a movie?"