A/N: So this is my new story. I hope you all like it and I hope I get more feedback with this one.

"Were We Ever Really Lost?" is on a temporary break, which means I won't be updating it until I feel I am ready. I want to thank everyone who put that story on alert and favorited it. I really, really, really appreiciate it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything which is recognisable in this story. But I do however own this storyline.

CHAPTER 1 ~ RENESMEE'S P.O.V

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"C'mon, Jakey," I whined, jumping up and down in excitement. "We're going to be late!"

This was my first time out of the States and I was beyond excited. My dad had not told us why the whole family were suddenly packing up and travelling all the way to Italy, but if I had learned anything in my fifty years, it was to never question Daddy's motives.

I was sure that Aunt Alice knew, but she hadn't said anything and had gone about her days with her head in the clouds - as per usual. I had asked Grandpa Carlisle and Grandma Esme, but they had both answered my questions with other questions. Uncle Emmett was no help either, simply choosing to answer everything I asked with an innuendo of some sort.

Jacob placed his large, warm hands on my shoulders and smiled down at me. "Calm down, honey," he laughed. "You're going to give yourself a seizure."

"I doubt even that would stop her," my mother interrupted, her golden eyes bright with amusement. I stuck out my tongue playfully and she rolled those honey-colored eyes of hers.

Our banter was cut short by a sudden gust of wind whipping through my bedroom window, blowing my hair around my face and almost knocking me clean off my feet, which forced Jake to grip onto my arm protectively. I nudged him off when I saw that it was just Alice.

She began unpacking my neatly-packed suitcase, throwing my clothes in every direction possible, before holding up one of my pink skirts. "Are you seriously taking this?" she questioned.

"What's wrong with it?" I snatched it from her little, white hands and clutched it to my chest.

Alice turned to my mom. "Did you buy her this... this... thing?!"

"Yeah," answered Mom. "What's wrong with it? I think it's lovely."

Alice made a face as she attempted to regain her composure, then turned back to me, her palm pressed to her head.

"Just unpack everything, Nessie," she ordered. "I will buy you some new clothes when we get to Italy."

I sighed. "Fine."

"Okay, now, are you ready because your father just discovered a tiny scratch on his precious Volvo and he is about to have a vampiric seizure. We don't want to push him over the edge."

My mom and I rolled our eyes dramatically. I knew how my dad got when something happened to the Volvo. Last time, Uncle Emmett lost an arm and Uncle Jasper lost a leg. Searching around for lost limbs for another seven hours was not my idea of fun.

I grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled him out of the door. After jogging past my mother and through our cottage's front door, I released my grip on Jake. His deep brown eyes were glaring at the floor, a small frown curving down his lips. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"It's only going to be for a few days, Jakey. A week at the most, I promise."

He nodded before pulling me to his huge chest and cradling me. I breathed in his scent; moss and mint and Jacob. It was true. No matter how long we were on this trip, I would miss my Jacob and there was no denying it.

"Nessie!" My father's voice disruppted the birds in the trees towering above us, making them swoop down and squark loudly.

"Coming!" I answered, setting off another round of birds. "I have to go," I told Jacob. "Love you."

He kissed the top of my head, then ruffled my bronze curls. "Love you, too. I'll miss you every minute."

"I will miss you, too, Jakey."

A single raindrop fell from the sky, hitting the ground beneath my feet, and it was soon followed by another and another. I ran at full speed to the Volvo where my family were waiting patiently in their cars. My dad... not so patiently.

Emmett honked the horn of his Jeep, before yelling at us to 'get our asses moving'. My Aunt Rosalie elbowed him roughly in the ribs, but we all knew that he could barely feel it.

Before I knew it, we were at the airport. I must have slept on the way because I had no recollection of the journey. When I awoke, my thoughts were immediately on Jacob, wondering how he was coping without me, and whether or not he had another sprained ankle from trying - and failing - to outrun Leah.

I missed Jacob already, but a strange feeling in my stomach informed me that this trip to Italy was going to lead me onto a different path in life, one outside of Forks, Washington.

And one without my Jacob.