I randomly got this idea for a fan fiction and thought it was great! I looove how Rosalie and Jacob bicker, so how would they act if they were forced to spend a week together? Hmmm… let's see! Please review! You can review with ideas for jokes, pranks, anything, and I might use them in this! Or send me a message with some ideas, I could use them! If I get some readers and reviews, I will continue this. If not, what's the point in writing it? Lol. So, anyways, here's the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its Characters.

Renesmee was maturing by the day, and the bickering between the family –Rosalie and Jacob, especially- infuriated her. Why couldn't they get along? All the other members of her family at least tried to be kind to Jacob, but not Rosalie. Rosalie fought with Jacob every chance she could get. Nessie was going to put a stop to that. Now.

"Aunt Rose! Jake!" She called through the house, her chiming voice echoing around the walls. She was surprised by the authority in her voice. She tapped her fingers against her thigh as she waited for them to come to her.

Before long, Jacob was at her side. Of course, he had run to her as soon as she called his name. She clasped her small hand in his huge, warm hand and smiled, a crooked smile, just like her father.

She had learned the concept of imprinting a couple weeks earlier. Jacob had imprinted on her. Edward and Bella had explained that she didn't have to pick Jacob as her husband. Edward had specifically added that she wouldn't have a husband until the far, far future. He was so protective, but she loved him with her life. Bella had talked mostly, stating that Jacob would always be her friend if she didn't want him in other ways. But, lately, Renesmee's feelings for Jacob had grown rapidly; she was starting to see him as more of a friend.

She knew that Jacob would always be her choice; he was so perfect. Why would she want to pick anyone else. She'd told her parents she would think a little before devoting herself to him as an imprint. Plus, she wasn't ready to move to the next step with him. And, frankly, she didn't know what the next step was.

Her reverie was broken as Jacob's hand gave hers a soft squeeze. He could sense the tension in her surely. Just feeling his warm hand in hers made her feel much better, much stronger. It evaporated the nervous butterflies in her stomach, making her feel powerful. She could convince them to agree to her idea; she had to. She hated the fighting.

"Hey Blondie!" Jacob's voice snapped Nessie out of her thoughts -again- and she looked up to see Rosalie stomping towards them, her eyes narrowed at Jake.

"What took you so long? Too busy looking at yourself in the mirror?" Jacob snickered, and Nessie hit him lightly on the upper arm, but he barely noticed. She hit him a little harder and he grumbled an ouch under his breath.

"Who let the dog in?" Rosalie scoffed, her voice tinged in disgust. This is going to be difficult, Renesmee thought anxiously to herself. She hoped her idea would work; she was utterly tired of this.

Hearing them -two people she loved with all her heart- snap at each other every day was too much for Nessie. Rosalie and Jacob continued on, each of them snapping comments at each other in turn. Tears filled Renesmee's eyes at hearing them like this, but she managed to stay strong.

"Stop it! Stop fighting, you two! I hate it!" She exclaimed, her voice ringing through the house, loud and clear. She was surprised by the boldness in her voice. The two of them went silent, their faces a mask of astonishment. They weren't used to Nessie taking charge of things. At least they stopped fighting, was all Nessie could think. "Okay, now that I've got your attention... I called both of you down here to make a proposition." She paused, taking in their faces. Confusion was all she could see.

"I am sick and tired of all this fighting." They were about to interrupt her -blaming the fights on each other- but she silenced them by holding up her forefinger.

"You both love me, right?" She asked, waiting for them to agree.

They nodded in unison, and she continued, "Well, I think you need to settle your difference. I know shape-shifters are supposed to hate vampires and vice versa, but that's crap. Who's to say you can't leave together peacefully? I think if you would try to get along, you would see how wonderful you both are. You are both great mechanics; why don't you ever ask each other for help?" They stayed quiet. "See, my point exactly! You don't want to talk to one another simply because you're different species." A low sigh shook her shoulders.

"Instead of vampires and shape-shifters, think that you are -or were- both human. Focus on that, and -I'm begging you- have a heart; don't be so mean." She hesitated, gathering up her last words -the words that scared her the most. She didn't know what either of their reactions would be and she assumed the worst. "You fight 24/7, and I'm putting a stop to it. You really have to see that you aren't that different. You can find something you have alike, I'm sure of it. So, the point of this whole thing was that I booked a plane to Isle Esme. You are both going for a week –or however long it takes for you to be nice."

At the end, a small, nervous smile quirked up her lips; she was pretty proud of her speech.