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Nessie:
"Ew… Jake, that's disgusting," Bella Cullen, my mother, rolled her eyes at the mess he was making.
I reached for Jake's hand to let him see that I was not going to help him clean up.
"Aww… but Nessie…" he whined. I shook my head and went back to reading the book I had borrowed from my father.
"Jacob Black, I will not have you making a mess out of Esme's house!" Mom warned.
"But I wanted to make something special for Nessie…" he complained, "It's almost her seventh birthday and she's almost fully grown," he shot a look at me that sent blood rushing to my face.
"You don't need to remind us that," my dad, Edward Cullen grimaced. I touched his arm, reassuring him that it was no problem. Though he didn't need the help to see, he still smiled anyway.
"That's my little Nessie," he said and kissed my forehead.
"Oh, for crying out loud, her name is Renesmee and she is not in any way shape or form related to the Loch Ness Monster," Mom groaned.
I smiled at her reaching out as if to touch her and that seemed to satisfy her. She grinned back and went back to reading her beat-up book.
"We're not going to help you clean this up, Jake," Dad warned, then put down his paper. He kissed my mother's forehead, then mine again and walked out. After sitting a moment in silence, I heard familiar footsteps.
"Oh crap, Esme. Someone help me quick," he panicked and hurriedly tried to wipe off the dried batter, frosting and flour that had somehow splattered all over the usually immaculate kitchen.
"It smells like something is burn-Goodness gracious. Jacob Black, what have you done?" Esme was in shock, her golden eyes blazing with disbelief. Her usually composed and quiet nature was traded in for that of a general preparing for war. "I don't care about any peace treaties we may have, or that you're my only granddaughter's future, what in God's name are you doing?" I could see the vampire I her, lunging out. It was the first time I had ever seen her lose her composure. Luckily, my Uncle Jasper was behind her, so he calmed her down.
"Thanks, Jazz," Jake said with a grin.
"No problem, but I wouldn't do that again," Jazz pointedly looked at the kitchen.
"Umm… yeah…" he looked down and then at Esme. Her pale skin was still the same, delicate porcelain it had always been, her kind, young, and beautiful face calm.
"Jacob, you know you will clean that up by yourself, you understand? I know it's convenient to come here for a meal or two, or to visit Reneesme, but you will take care of your own messes, werewolf," she said the last word, not as a threat, but as a playful warning.
Jacob had been part of the family for almost seven years, even longer than I had been alive. I still remember him from my time in the womb, his low voice a growl or two every so often, compared to the sophisticated tones of my father's family. Even then I had loved my mother, my family and him. I don't know why, but I remember my mother once calling it 'Imprinting'. I was drawn to Jacob and he was drawn to me. It was a bond we had since the moment he had laid eyes on me, the minute I was born. Mom had once explained it to me that 'Imprinting' was the deepest form of friendship. It helps werewolves stay loyal to each other, or something like that.
"Alright, I'll do it," he said begrudgingly, "But after I'm done with the cake."
"Cake?" Esme, Jasper, Mom and I all asked at the same time.
"Duh, for Nessie's birthday? What, did you think I was making pot roast or something?" he asked, laughing, more like howling.
"Um… I was under the impression you were trying to make me one of those awful meals again," I said, my nose wrinkling in distaste.
"Nessie, you have to learn how to eat human food, or else everyone'll think you're a freak once you start school," Jacob began to chastise me, but then he saw the look on my face. "Alright, but is my cooking really that bad?"
"Argh, I can't take it!" my Aunt Alice moaned.
"What?" I asked just for the sake of answering, my mind wandering on this morning. Jacob was so clueless. And I liked that.
"I can't see what your party will be like," she complained.
"Don't worry, Al, it'll be perfect," Mom smiled, patting her hand. I knew she was only here because she wanted to give me moral support. Also the fact that every woman in the family would rip her throat out if she messed up my birthday party, helped. Aunt Rosalie draped a pink dress over me.
"She looks gorgeous, but not the essence of perfection," she murmured, her white smile bright every time she looked at me.
"I wish I could see what color we'll chose, then that will make it easier," Alice said quietly under her breath.
"I heard that, Auntie Alice," I said even more quietly. I knew she heard me when she looked as though she would blush, if she had any blood.
As Aunt Rose continued to try dresses out on me, and Auntie Alice tried to find a new way to style my knee-length curly bronze hair, I continued to think about Jake. The exact second Aunt Rose found the perfect dress for me, Aunt Alice found the best way to style my hair and it hit me.
I was in love with Jacob Black.
It wasn't just a crush on my playmate since birth, or the family love I felt for my aunts but the overwhelming variety like my parents had. The kind that took moments to form and eons to break. The kind of love that I felt for Jake was indescribably wonderful and terrifyingly sickening. At the same time.
A blush spread on my face and when Mom noticed it, she wasn't alone.
Aunt Rose looked concerned from the look on her face and asked "Nessie, honey, what's wrong?" Mom grabbed my hand and felt my thoughts, and she too, looked shocked. She let go with a sigh after I asked her to block my thoughts from Dad, and did it. I apologized verbally, saying that I didn't feel well and excused myself.
On the way out the door, I could have sworn that I heard Aunt Alice mutter "Stupid 24 chromosomes," but I really didn't care.
I had run to my room in my parent's house. It had been mine since my mother's nineteenth birthday when Esme had given her and my dad a place other than the large Cullen house for their own. I had loved it as a nursery, bright and sunny during the day and dark and comfortable during the night. It was still the same, though I had gotten countless presents for every milestone I passed. When I first walked, when I first read a 500 page novel in under an hour, when I dressed myself in a fashionable outfit that both my aunts loved.
I had known for a long time that I wasn't just my parent's child. I was also Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper's daughter. The baby that Esme, Rosalie and Alice could never give birth to. I didn't mind the attention, in fact, I usually reveled in it. The newest cell phone model, the freshest designs from Europe, the most high-tech of everything. I got it all. But I also got the love of countless vampires, eighteen werewolves and everyone who was close to them. Sometimes that was great. But not when you wanted to be alone.
I heard a knock on my door. Oh great, I thought, who is it now? I heard my father clear his voice and knock again. It was just a formality. The door was unlocked and Dad had superhuman strength, so he could barge in any time he felt like. "Come in," I somehow managed to say without my voice choking up.
"Nessie, honey, what's wrong?" he asked his eternally youthful face full of concern. "Dang it, your mother put a shield over you, and I can't hear you. Can you so I can?" he asked, moving his hand out towards me.
"Oh, it's nothing, Dad. I'm just a bit worried about my party, that's all," I tried to lie easily, drawing away from him.
"Do you want me to get Jacob?" he sighed, resorting to the last thing he could think of.
"No, Dad. I'm fine, really. I just want to rest a bit, maybe listen to music, or play some," I tried to hide the blush on my face by turning my head, but my dad could hear my heartbeat accelerate when he said Jacob's name.
Alright honey, you take care, okay?" he sighed again and closed the door. I docked the first mp3 player I got from my first Christmas and listened to some of my dad's favorite music. These songs had never failed to calm me down, so I had kept the play list the same for six and a half years, also because I had gotten many more as time crept by. I walked over to the vast bookshelf that carried my favorite books, photo albums and things I had written and grabbed an old, thick, green 3-ring zip-up binder.
Inside, it was filled with sheets of music that I had composed, each one neatly marked with tabs to organize it. As I flipped through the sheet music, I counted the number of songs I had written, and sighed. I had composed only six individual songs. Every year I performed the newest song I had written at my birthday party, but this year, I had come up short. I hadn't even begun writing the newest one, and my birthday was in less than a week!
I had no inspiration, so I put the binder back, turned off the music and sat at the keyboard, playing with the keys to find a pattern I liked. I did this to distract me from my thoughts, but eventually I failed, thinking back on my revelation earlier. Thank God I wasn't touching anyone with my hands when I thought of it.
It was sick. Jacob had been with me since forever. He thought of me like a sister. He was the Alpha of his pack, I was just one of four half-vampires in existence. He couldn't possibly even think of me like that. I wasn't supposed to love him the way I did. I sighed again before hearing the familiar sound of a werewolf howl. We had a visitor.
A/N: So, how'd you like it? Please review, thanks!
And I also changed it just a bit to fit the ending I wrote before all the other chapters. I don't know why I did that. D:
And yes, there will be a few chapters in Jake's perspective because I love Jacob. c: