I do not own any of the Twilight characters. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer. I am just writing a story based on her characters. I just want to make that clear. This is my first fanfiction. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Changes
Renesmee's POV:
"Renesmee Carlie Cullen, get down here this instant!" I hear my mom yell. "Umm coming!" I yell back. Crap, Is Jacob already here?! I have to find something to wear and fast. Normally I wouldn't think twice about what to wear, but lately I am seeing Jacob in a whole different light. Not as a big brother anymore. I want to wear something that shows that I am not a little kid anymore even though in reality I am about seven years old with a body and face of a seventeen year old. I mean what else is there to expect from a vampire hybrid? Oh well, hopefully he will notice me as a young lady now. Oh yes, Jacob is definitely not the big brother type anymore. He is so beautiful. When his shirt is off, and it usually is, my eyes pretty much bug out of my head. He has a toned body and a glorious 8 pack……..wow. "Renesmee." I heard my dad growl. Oops, sorry. I told my dad. I completely forgot my dad could read my mind. I shook the dream away and focused on finding something to wear. Gah! Who am I kidding? Jacob doesn't care about what I wear. I grabbed a tank top and a pair of jeans off the hanger and threw them over my head and went downstairs. "Finally! The queen has decided to grace us with her presence." I heard my uncle Emmett say. I ignored the comment and went and looked for Jake. I found him in the kitchen. "Jake!!" I practically yelled. I ran and jumped in his arms. "Hey Nessie! I missed you." I started started laughing and said, "but Jacob, it's only been a few hours." Jacob smiles and says, "oh really? It feels like it has been days." I laugh and give him a hug. Then he sets me down gently. I look up at his beautiful face. He is smiling that little boy smile that I love so much. I started laughing when I see the contrast of his face and his body. Jacob is HUGE compared to my tiny little frame. I think he is like "6'7" or something. "What's so funny?" He asks me. "Oh nothing." I simply reply. We walk outside and sit on the swing. I lay my head on his shoulder. "So what do you want to do today?" I hear him ask me. "I want to go to the beach." I say. "Okay, but you have to ask your parents first." "Oh alright. I'll be right back." I tell him. "Mom, can I go to the beach with Jacob?" I ask when I walk into the living room. "I guess that's fine." "Thanks, "I yell over my shoulder as I go up to my room to find a bathing suit. I settle for a skimpy hot pink one with flowers and I slip it on under my clothes. "Ready!" I yell as I come down the stairs. I hurry past my dad so he won't notice what I've got on but he's too busy staring into my mother's eyes to pay attention. I go out to the porch and find Jacob still swinging. I immediately have his attention when I walk outside. "Ready?" he asks me. "Yup," I tell him. "Good because I have to run to my house and get my swimming trunks. I will probably just drop you off at the beach first, if you don't mind , that way you won't have to wait for me. I smile and say, "I don't mind." He leaps off the porch and I follow him. At the last step I grab his hand and think finally, some alone time with him.
