-Renesmee's Point of View-

I had known for mostly my whole life who I loved. All of the people I loved were with me at all times; it was hard not to know that I loved them. I could never be far away from them. My mother, my father, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents… And, of course, Jacob.

I knew my mother wished sometimes that I didn't love him, but I couldn't help myself. He was my world, my other half, the reason I was so sappy and believed in true love and everything.

Ever since I was born, I had known that I loved him. Before I was born, really. I had been exceptionally bright for an infant, and I grew at alarming rates. I was months old in weeks, years old in months. And all the while, I knew that I was meant to be with Jacob, that he was the one.

I guess it didn't hurt that everyone around me was in loved, too. All the rest of my family was paired up in little love packages. My mother and father, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents. Even Grandpy Swan was now hooked up and happy. Of course, I could never see him. Only talk to him on the phone.

So, here I was, nearly fully grown (I grew a lot less these days) and I had no idea what to say to Jacob. I knew it was normal to want to take the next step in the relationship, but it was so hard to talk about it. I mean, it wasn't like I couldn't just walk up to him randomly and be like "Hey, Jake, you know, I'm around 17, I'm not getting any older after this, what do you want to do?" and wink a few times, right?

…Or could I?

It's not like it was that big a deal, either. I wasn't extremely obsessed with… sex… but… I'd known him for almost nine years and he had never even kissed me!

Sure, sure, perhaps he was just being a gentleman, and yeah, I knew that he loved me too, but… I couldn't help but feel rejected in some strange, stupid way. Like, he wasn't kissing me not because he didn't want to make me feel rushed or anything, but because he didn't want to kiss me.

There were plenty of people I could talk to about this problem, and none of them would have judged or made fun of me (at least, not in a mean way), but I had no idea who to go to first. I wanted as many opinions as I could get, though.

I decided, after a long eternal debate with myself, to just walk into the house and ask whoever showed up first.

So I nervously trudged into the house that my grandparents called their own, that they "lived" in. None of my family truly lived, in that sense of the word. They existed.

As always, the large manor was swarmed with family members; I could hear them hustling around the house. I kept walking; my head down, my face flushing at the mere thought of discussing something so personal.

"Hey, hey, hey!" a loud, strong, booming voice exploded to my felt. "Look who it is! Hello, beautiful lady!"

Before I could say anything I was being lifted off of the floor by the strong, rock hard, muscular arms that encircled me caught me in an unbreakable, tight bear hug. "How are you, bunny?"

I smiled as my Uncle Emmett put me back on my feet. "Uhm, I'm good…" I looked around uneasily, hoping he wouldn't notice the crack in my voice.

"Oh, oh. What was this, are you lying?" he gave me a jokingly skeptic look.

"…No." Damn it, there went that cracking again.

"Ness…"

"Look, never mind, it's not a big deal…" I grumbled, loosing all of my will, never wanting to do anything but go home and crawl into my covers.

"Renesmee Cullen, you listen to me now—" he started.

I did not know how to say it to him, how to say it to anyone, so instead I just pressed my palm against one of his rippling muscles in his forearm, showing him my thoughts and how I felt.

Once he got the most of it, he pulled away, his warm eyes wider than I had ever seen them before.

"Uh…" he rubbed then back of his neck nervously. "Aw, crud, why did I have to walk into this room and be the first one you saw…" he grumbled to himself.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Emmett. Never mind." I shook my head, I started to walk away.

His arms pulled me back and sat me on the sofa. "Look, Nessie, I am only going to talk to you about this once, and after that, you have to bring it up with your dad, or mom, or—Oh, oh! Jasper! Ooh, I would love to see his face when you tell him you want to talk about sex…" he chuckled and shook his head a little. Just as soon as mood had shifted to playful, it turned back to somber in seconds. "Have you talked to Jacob about this yet, Ren?" he asked, his amber eyes shining.

"No, that's what I need help with. How do I bring it up?"

"How you always do…" he pressed his palm to my check and made a whooshing sound. "See? Effective, isn't it?"

"I can't just do that! Do you know how stupid that is! Like I can't even say it to him or something…"

"From what you thought, it seems you can't, bunny…" My Uncle Emmett was the sweetest, most lovable person you will ever meet. He's so funny and carefree…

But at that moment, I hated him more than I hated anything else. I wanted more than anything to just hurt him. How could he say such things to me? Was he trying to be mean?

Of course I knew it wasn't true, and I knew that I had no right to think horrid thoughts about him like that, but I couldn't help it. My embarrassment had turned to rage, and it was boiling in my blood, heating up my skin and making my already racing heartbeat accelerate.

No wonder he had so adoringly nicknamed me "bunny"…

"Yes I can!" I shouted, jumping to my feet, glaring at him.

"Sit." He wasn't bothered my fury any more than he would have been bothered by a dust mite floating around by his head. Although, my Grandma Esme always kept the house clean and there wouldn't have been dust mites in the first place…

"No!" I struggled against his strength as he pushed me back into the sofa, gently, but with unbreakable force. I huffed, glaring at him. "Don't make me call Aunt Rose." I threatened.

His eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't." he growled.

I grinned evilly, opening my mouth, drawing in breath, and then his hand smacked against my face, causing my head to snap back against the back of the couch. "Ow." I said, but it wasn't intelligible. He wouldn't remove his hand, so I narrowed my eyes and growled at him, a low sound. My growl was very menacing, I thought. Nothing compared to his or my fathers. It sounded like a kitten's purr next to my Uncle Jasper's wild, ominous, gruff snarl, but it was impressive against my mother or aunts, or my grandmother.

Emmett ignored me, glowering dangerously, his eyes glowing.

So… I bite him. He hollowed in pain, immediately jumping back. As soon as he was far enough away from me to slip past, I bolted, running as fast as I could (which was super-fast, by the way) to my aunt.

"Aunt, Aunt!" I squealed, as I heard my uncle's thundering steps as he raced after me. I quickly slid behind her.

"What do you think you are doing?" my aunt screamed at my uncle, her beautiful features livid.

"That little scamp bit me!" he yelled back, his face just as livid.

"I'm sure she had a reason, Emmett." Rosalie said, her voice shrill with her controlled anger.

"All I did was—" he started.

"He pushed me on the couch and covered my mouth and wouldn't let go, so I bit him."

"See? Emmett, leave the girl alone. Go… wrestle with Jasper, or something." My aunt rolled her as, as my uncle stormed off angrily.

"I hope he doesn't hate me…" I muttered.

"Oh, don't worry about it, dear." My aunt smiled at me. She really was the most gorgeous creature I had ever seen, apart from my mother. Her hair was pure gold, framing her striking face perfectly, shinning with perfection against her perfect, fair skin. Her eyes were the same rich color as the rest of my family's (apart from mine, which were brown. Everyone liked to call them chocolate colored—I preferred mud), and her eyebrows were perfect (I needed to touch mine up soon). "He'll be over it soon. Unless you tore some skin off…"

"No, no! I just bit down." I said.

She nodded. "He'll be over it by tomorrow, I promise." She smiled again, then went and sat on at the huge table, pulling out the chair next to her.

I sat down, and tried to smile, too, but my uncles words were still ringing in my mind.

"You have something to ask me." Aunt Rosalie stated.

I nodded, biting my lip nervously. It was a habit I had clearly inherited from my mother; she did the same thing.

"Go ahead." My aunt urged.

"Uh…" I took the cowardly way and gently pressed my palm against her cool hand, that was laying on the table in front of her.

After a few moments, she pulled her hand from mine, her face serious, her eyes distant as she thought. "Have you spoken to Jacob?" she asked.

Why was everyone asking that? I mean, yeah, I understood that it was between Jacob and I, but… Wasn't it obvious that I needed help figuring out exactly how to bring it up? Why was everyone asking that same stupid question?

I wanted to scream "No, that's why I'm asking you, so I can tell him!!" but that was rude, and no one deserved for me to do that. They were just trying to help, which was exactly what I needed, what I had asked for. I bit my lip again, this time to hold in my unjustified rage as I answered her.

"No."

"You should. This is between you and he, and I think that you should." She nodded, as if convincing herself. I knew she hated Jacob, but she put up with him for my sake, and I loved her even more for it.

"Okay. But how?" I asked.

"How you told me, if you can't just come out and say it."

I wanted to scream. I just nodded, biting my lip again. "Okay."

"Is that it?" she looked confused.

I shrugged. "I guess. You just told me what I wanted to know."

"Ah." She smiled at me. "Well, than, do you want to help me tune my Bentley?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Sure." It would put off having to ask the other members of my family for a while, and I was definitely up for that.

Stalling, I knew, was my worst quality. I couldn't help it. If I was dreading something, I would do about anything to put it off. I still always knew I was going to do it, but I always waited until the last possible moment.

Besides, my aunt's sleek teal blue Bentley Coupe was one of my favorite cars. I had been begging my dad to get me one since she got he got that one for her. Of course, I wanted mine in a more practical color. Black.

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