I don't own Twilight- wish I did though. Kudos to Stephenie Meyer.
"Mom!" I complained.
"I know you look like you're 17 years old but I'm just laying the rules down. No dating whatsoever. No kissing, no boys. Period." My mom made it firm that I wasn't allowed to date anyone. I groaned.
"But mom, I'm a senior in high school. Normal kids start dating in middle school!" I argued.
"Well you're not a normal kid. You are a half-vampire-half-human kid, remember?"
I sighed, realizing that was true, but totally not the point.
"And what difference does that make?"
She found this amusing.
"You are only 11 years old, and you think you can start dating? I started dating your father in high school. I was 17. I waited."
I played the loser card. "Did anyone ask you out before that?"
She hesitated. "No, but that's not the point."
I stared at her and just started cracking up.
"Fine. You can date. But I'm only giving you permission to date one person. And not yet. Wait a couple of years, at least. Because he loves you more than anything else in the world."
Who? My silent question was already being answered.
"Jacob."
My mouth fell open. "Jacob?" I repeated.
She just nodded.
"But wait, isn't he like, 20 years older than me?"
"Sure he is. That doesn't stop him from loving you."
"I don't understand." He loves me? What? He's more like a father to me than a boyfriend. Even more like a brother.
"He never told you?"
Told me what? I just shook my head.
"Well, werewolves do this thing, called imprinting."
She paused, caught in a memory. I put my hand to her cheek and pictured a stamp being pushed onto a paper. She waved my hand away and laughed.
"Ask him next time you see him. He can explain better than I can."
And with that, she walked out of the room.
I wandered into the Black's house looking for Jacob.
"Hey Nessie!" Billy greeted me.
"Hey Billy!" I pretended I was happy to see him, but was really focused on figuring out what 'imprinting' means. I debated briefly about asking Billy, but quickly overruled that option. Love is a personal thing, and asking someone to explain it isn't really right. I looked around for Jacob and Billy got the hint.
"He's upstairs."
I nodded my thanks and walked upstairs. Jake had a yellow 'do not disturb' sticker on his door, so I just knocked and waited.
After about 30 seconds, I got impatient and yelled, "Jake, open up. It's Nessie. We need to talk."
I knew he would stop whatever he was doing if he heard my name. I laughed when the door opened too quickly. His happiness was obvious… he was relieved to see me.
"Hey Nessie," he said casually, and kissed me on the cheek.
Then it hit me. I had always known he kissed me out of love, but I never knew what kind of love. I always thought it was more like brother-to-sister love, but just then, I realized it's more than that.
I smiled him and walked into his room.
Some things were harder to say, so I settled on showing him. I put my hand on his cheek and pictured my conversation with mom.
He looked pained, and realized this was the moment that he had been dreading.
"Renesmee…" with his first word, I was shocked. He never called me my real name. Always Nessie or Nes. "I love you."
I played dumb. I needed to know the whole story.
"I love you too. You never knew that I loved you?" he looked relieved for a second until I added, "You're like the brother I never had."
Then he looked pained again.
"But that's not it. I love you. But more like a girlfriend than a sister."
I tried to look shocked, but I knew this was coming.
And then the weirdest thing happened.
I fell in love.
His impossibly gorgeous smile, his 6-pack abs. His never-ending good moods. I wanted to stay with him forever, in this moment. He smiled as he noticed my changed expression.
"I-I think I love you too." I stuttered.
He nodded as if to understand. "I know you're only 11, and I'm, well, 31, but I just love you. I would do anything to protect you. I would stop the world if you didn't want it turning. I would kill anyone who got in your way. I would jump in front of a bullet to save you. The moment I saw you, I knew it. It was the moment when I thought your mom was dead. And I still loved her. I hated you for almost killing her. I couldn't look at you. But when I did, I realized you were the one. It was like the whole world came together. And at that moment, I didn't care what you were, and what I was. I would do anything to protect you. And I couldn't control it. It was just something that happened. I-"
And then I kissed him.
It was indescribable. The moment was perfect. In so many ways.
And even though he was 20 years older than me, it didn't matter. Love wasn't always normal. Besides, who's going to judge?
After that, I put my hand to his cheek, and pictured a memory of Quil and Claire. When she was little, he would play princess with her and wasn't annoyed at all. He nodded and I thought of the stamp on the paper again. But this time, when the stamp pressed down, it said 'I love you'.
He looked at me lovingly, but I didn't miss the confused expression behind it. I once again pictured the stamp and said "Imprinting," out loud.
He laughed at my mental picture but the serious look returned to his face.
"Yes, Renesmee. Imprinting. It's what werewolves do. I never thought I would. I thought it was stupid. But now, I realized it is the best thing in the world. I think if I hadn't imprinted on you, I would've never gotten over your mom."
I thought of a question, but didn't really want to ask. I had to.
"Did you ever… kiss my mom?" I immediately regretted asking it when his expression from love to uncomfort.
"Yes. I did." He answered.
"Ewww! How did you like her? She only had one boyfriend and that was dad. She was, like, the most unpopular kid ever!" I laughed, knowing that was true. He laughed too.
"She was just so beautiful. Funny, clumsy, amazing. And her brown eyes. They were… irresistible." His look then turned far-away, as if he was remembering something.
"But what happened? I mean, if she was so beautiful, why don't you love her anymore?"
"You came into my life." Those 5 words made my heart soar.