A/N- This is an edited version of Forever, because, I must admit, the copy originally posted wasn't all that great. Nothing too drastic, just corrected all the grammar and spelling errors. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, but I do own this Fan Fiction.

Chapter One: All I Wanted:

Think of me, when you're out,

When you're out there,

I beg you nice from my knees,

And when the world treats you way too fairly,

It's a shame I'm a dream.

All I wanted was you.

Time and time again I found myself staring into Jacob's eyes. It was an unknown amount of time ago I first realised I loved him, in a romantic sense. Of course, I had always loved him, but I was unsure for how long I had been in love with him. My only reason for not telling him was that I was unsure if he loved me back. This one thought tossed and turned around my head, sleepless nights and tiring days following. I knew my father, Edward, knew, after all, he could read my thoughts, unfortunately. I knew this made him angry, but I supposed my feelings could not be helped. I loved Jacob, in every way, and I prayed every night that he would love me back. One question lingered in my mind: How should I tell him?

"Mom?" I asked, stumbling sleepily out of my room, wrapped in a comforting dressing gown.

"What is it, Renesmee?" I could tell by the odd expression in her face, slightly crooked from its usually angular position that she knew what I was going to say. Why wouldn't she? It was all I could think of all night. My father must have told her. I would have been unconscious then, lost in the world of sleep, very unlike them.

I had known Jacob Black since... well, forever, in my existence. My first memory had been of his endless rich chestnut eyes staring into mine. I could not have been more than a few hours old. Now, about six years later, where, physically, I must have looked at least sixteen, I loved him more than maybe even Bella, my wonderful mother. This one thought broke my heart.

"Renesmee?" She questioned me. I snapped back to reality, blushing deep scarlet at my embarrassing tendency to daydream.

"Oh. Mom. It's, well, you probably know what is coming, don't you?" I spoke slowly, trying to drag this out. I snuck a glance at my watch; it was at least an hour until Jacob would be here. He tended to be early, though, which fortunately meant we had more time together. I had always thought this to be a wonderful thing.

I paced slowly over to her, desperately trying not to take it too quickly. There was no need to rush.

I leaned towards her, gently touching her cheek, a helpful ability of mine, being able to communicate through touch. Still, six years old, I did not like to talk. Shyness tended to come to me easily.

She gasped slightly, her lips parting. I pulled my hand back, anxious.

Was she upset? Looking away, ashamed, I thought of the possible outcomes of this.

Outcome one: she would accept my feelings, and I would be free to do as I pleased. I loved Jacob, he had to know!

Outcome two: She was angry. Of course, she already knew, but was she willing to ban me from seeing her own best friend?

I shuddered, forcing myself to stare back into her wide amber eyes. She seemed slightly bewildered, an odd look for a vampire. She got up, walking carefully towards me, seeming to pull all her concentration onto each step.

"Renesmee... you do realise what this means? If you go with... with that mutt, the history of vampires will completely change." Her words were delicate, and they made no sense in my now aching head. What did she mean; this love would change vampire history. Hadn't her and my father been something totally different, unique, and alien? At least they were, until I was born.

I shivered, at the thought of my painful birth. Of course, that memory was now so hazy I hardly thought it counted at all.

"Renesmee, what I just wanted to say, is, despite how... different this relationship will be, I wish you the best of luck!" She grinned suddenly, me joining in too, embracing each other, fire and ice...

Her cold skin brought out pale goose bumps on my thin arms. I thanked her warmly, giving her one last grin as she showed me thumbs up. She already knew what I planned to say to my one and only love.

I pounced out of the window, landing nimbly on the balls of my feet. I wobbled only slightly, a millimetre movement a normal human would have great difficulty spotting. My mind drifted slightly, contemplating what it would be to be... human, normal. Not at all mythical, and yet, completely forgotten by most of their own species. I knew, whatever that one human became, no matter how successful, they could never be known by everybody. Nearly every vampire in existence knew of my, well, existence. Only a human could truly be lonely. Yet, the thought of the Volturi would make any person-

"Nessie?" I gasped, my thoughts cut short by an incredibly familiar voice.

"Jake!" My face lit up as I gazed into the eyes of my best friend.

I found that I had been sitting down, my thoughts of loneliness utterly distracting me from life itself.

I jumped up, an action lasting only a fraction of a second. Longingly, I reached into Jacob's arms, hugging him tightly, flushing ever so slightly, more from my new feelings, I suppose you could call it a crush, than his body temperature.

We headed out, inconspicuously hand in hand, laughing and joking as usual. Today, though, it had to be different. I couldn't not tell him. I had realised this had gone too far. I loved him intensely, yet our relationship was entirely friendly. I wanted, longed, for something more. Something loving. I wanted, no, needed Jacob.

"Nessie, are you OK?" He gazed down at me, all six foot nine of him. I had been quite surprised when he finally stopped growing. Mom had certainly been. He seemed to grow by the minute, now, well, he was still incredibly tall.

"I, well, um, I'm, well, I'm fine, Couldn't be better!" I beamed positively at him, though, of course, nothing was right. I longed to grab his face, telling him everything in the process. It would be like something out of the movies. Love, in the least platonic way. True, pure, love.

"Nessie, you are being silly today!" He pulled his hand gently away from my grasp and tickled me. Suddenly, I blushed, realising my choice of clothing... I was still in my dressing gown! He glanced down at me, obviously trying not to giggle. He caved in, and the next thing I knew he was rolling around in the floor.

I snuck away, fast and impossibly quiet. I seemed to fly through the air and into my room, lying down on my bed. I curled up in a ball, starting to sob uncontrollably. My eyes swelled, turning puffy and a hideous shade of salmon pink.

"Nessie! Oh, I'm so sorry!" He had scrambled noisily into my room, but I had been too deep in my sorrows to even vaguely notice his surprising entrance. He approached me warily, and quickly. He sat on the side of the bed, facing away from me. I could not see his beautiful face, his gorgeously coloured skin. I could not see anything, except the blurred black bed sheets, frightening and dark.

Jacob grabbed my limp body tightly, and gently, pulling me up onto his lap. He cradled me, quietly soothing me with unintelligible words, though they were oddly comforting.

We must have sat there for hours, and my salty tears eventually dried. I twisted my head round at him, to get a closer look. I decided now was the perfect moment, to reveal my true feeling. I reached my palm up to his soft cheek, hesitating for a fraction of a second.

Fate simply got the better of me. My fingertips brushed against his cheek, lingering, showing him everything.

I looked away, unable to view his reaction. As my thoughts ended, I pulled my hand back, waiting for rejection…

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