I walked in the door that evening and angrily took off my shoes right as I got in the door. On my way from calculus to history late in the morning, my right heel had broken and since I didn't want to walk around with shoes that were different heights all day, I broke the left one.

It upset me a little to do so since I had picked up on a love from fashion from my aunt, Alice, and they were her birthday gift to me last year. If there was one thing I loved, it was my heels. Thanks to being half-vampire, I could wear the most ridiculous pair of high heels and they wouldn't hurt my feet. Alice figured they would probably hurt my feet if I was to wear them for a really long time, but I had never had any problems so far.

Jake was sitting on the couch and gave me a weird look. He would have asked what happened but he was on the phone.

"Who is it?" I mouthed.

"Quil," he mouthed back.

I nodded and made my way back to my room, not wanting to interrupt.

Jake normally talked to at least one member of the old pack once a week, if not more.

After the conflict with the Volturi when I was very little, the two different packs decided it would be better for all if there was only one pack, like there was before I was born. Jacob had told me about how he was anxious about having him and Sam in the same pack, both Alphas, but about five months after they reunited, Emily announced she was pregnant and Sam decided that he would step down. He started phasing less and less and last I heard he hadn't phased in over four years.

Jared and Paul were the next to stop phasing, wanting to settle down and start a family with Kim and Rachel.

When my family moved to the suburbs of Vancouver a year ago, shortly before I left for Stanford, there really wasn't a need for any of them to phase anymore, since there were other vampires in the immediate area. The only two that still phased regularly were Quil and Jacob.

I don't really know why Quil kept phasing. I joked with him that he just wanted to stay young forever, since he acted like a thirteen year old sometimes.

When I asked Jake why he kept phasing, he said it was because we were such good friends. Since I wasn't going to get any older, it would be kind of weird when Jake was forty-something and we were still hanging out. He said he would keep phasing until I got sick of him. I remember telling him I could never get sick of him.

I changed out of my outfit I wore that day and into a pair of sweatpants (ok, Jake's sweatpants that I "borrowed") and a tank top. Even though I loved fashion, a girl has to have some down time.

I turned on my TV and watched it for about fifteen minutes before decided to go see if Jake was off the phone yet.

I came out of my room and walked down the hallway to find Jake in the kitchen, in front of the fridge and taking a sip straight from the orange juice carton.

"Jacob Black, stop," I half scolded. I knew no matter how many times I told him not to do that, he wouldn't listen to me.

He just smirked at me and put the carton back in the fridge.

"Where are Seth and Embry?" I asked.

"Getting pizza."

Our favorite pizza place in the area also happened to be the one in the area that didn't deliver. It was worth it though.

I nodded. "How's Quil?"

"He's doing good. He said to- Hey! Wait a minute, are those my sweatpants?"

I shrugged and tried to look as innocent as possible. "I don't think so."

"Shut up, Ness, yes they are. They're definitely not yours, seeing as how they're about to fall off. And I've been looking for those for about a month now!"

"Oh, cry about it," I teased.

"I want them back."

"Wow, Jake, calm down. I wasn't going to keep them forever."

"I want them back," he repeated.

"Ok, ok, I heard you." Since I had shorts on underneath, I grabbed the waist of the sweatpants and yanked them down.

Jake, thinking I wasn't wearing anything underneath them, quickly turned away. As if I would be so brave to just strip in front him in the middle of the kitchen.

Maybe one day.

Whoa, what?

See what I mean about completely random and inappropriate thoughts about him?

"Calm down Jake, I have on shorts underneath."

Living with Embry, the eternal twelve year old at heart, I was afraid of being pantsed while wearing sweatpants so I always wore a pair of athletic shorts underneath them. Not to mention that, while totally comfortable, Jake's sweatpants were way too big on me even with the drawstring as tight as it would go, so there was the danger of them just falling down at random moments.

"Um, uh, it's cool. You don't have to give them back right now." Jake had looked at me again but he had a worried look on his face, like I was just going to rip off my shorts, too.

"Well, you wouldn't know that by the way you demanded for them back like a toddler." I folded up the pants and set them down on the table.

"I was kidding. You can wear my clothes. Just let me know so I don't drive myself crazy for a month looking for them."

At that moment, Embry and Seth came back with boxes of pizzas in their hands.

"Food!" Jake shouted.

I just laughed and grabbed plates for all three of us. As soon as they set the boxes down on the table, I grabbed two slices for myself, knowing that if I wasn't fast enough, Michael Phelps aka Jake would eat everything.

"I think I'm going to take this in my room and call my family," I explained before heading down the hallway.

"Say hey for me," Jake called.

"Will do."

After taking a couple bites of pizza, I grabbed myself phone off my bedside table and dialed the number of the Cullen house.

"Renesmee," my mother answered. She was the only one who called me by my full name on a regular basis.

"Hi, mom," I replied.

"Hold on, let me put you on speakerphone. Your dad wants to talk to you, too."

I waited for a second and heard a click, signaling I was on speakerphone.

"Hi, dad."

"Hey, Ness," he said. "How have you been? How are classes?"

"I've been good," I answered and took a small bite of pizza. "And classes are going good. I'm keeping my grades up and everything."

"That's good to hear," he replied.

I took another, bigger bite of pizza. This was seriously the best pizza I've ever had in my entire life.

"Renesmee, honey, what are you eating?" my mom asked.

Oh yeah, super vampire hearing. About ten time more sensitive than even mine or Jacob's. Chewing must sound so gross to them.

"Pizza."

"That's not healthy at all, Ness," my dad scolded. "Isn't Jake taking care of you at all?"

I rolled my eyes. My father, like most fathers I'm sure, was overprotective. My mom told me she had to talk to him for hours to convince him to let me go to Stanford. He had made Jake promise to look after me and take care of me, no matter what.

"Dad, Jake doesn't need to take care of me. I'm doing just fine."

"I'm just trying to look out for you."

I smiled because I knew at the source of my father's over protectiveness was a deep love.

He never in a thousand years imagined he would have been capable of having a child after he had been turned. However, here I was. I was born just weeks after my parents honeymoon. I couldn't even imagine how that must feel. Thinking you could never have children and then having a baby daughter of your own.

Of course, I could imagine pretty well what it felt like to not be able to have kids. After I reached full maturity, I underwent several tests and examinations and Carlisle came to the conclusion I most likely wouldn't be able to have kids.

I remember talking to Leah about it a lot after I found out. She said that it hadn't really bothered her at first but the more and more she thought about it, the more it upset her.

I was the same way. At first, the news wasn't really any big deal to me. But then I got to thinking about it, and although I knew I wouldn't be ready for kids anytime soon, a part of me still wished that it was a possibility.

By the time I left for college, Leah had been married a year and was looking into adopting a kid. I wished that was an option too, but I couldn't imagine raising a child and then out living it by thousands of years.

"I know, Dad," I answered. "I know."

I talked to my parents for about thirty more minutes before Jake came in my room telling me they were going to watch the original Night of the Living Dead. I loved zombie movies and hadn't seen that one in awhile, so I told my parents I would call them tomorrow.

"Tell everyone else I say hey and that I love them," I told my parents.

"We will," my mom said.

"Bye. I love you guys."

"We love you, too, Renesmee," my dad replied.

I hung up the phone and put my hair into a ponytail. As a result of last night's storm and the rain that had continued through the morning, it was humid outside today and my hair had turned from soft, delicate curls to what could only be described as a mess.

I walked out into the living room and took my usual spot on the couch beside Jake just as the movie started. For some reason, the air conditioning was up kind of high and since I had never put back on Jake's sweatpants after taking them off, I was kind of cold. I looked around for any blankets or hoodies that might be lying around but didn't see any.

Jake's arm was resting along the back of the couch so I took advantage of that and curled into his side.

"I'm cold," I explained, even though I normally curled up to him while we watched a movie, cold or not.

He moved his arm from the back of the couch to across my shoulders, his hand resting on my upper arm. I instinctively moved myself closer to him.

It would be so easy to just reach up and kiss him right now. I wish we were alone.

Random inappropriate thought.

I was really getting tired of those. It seemed like they were becoming more and more frequent. I used to only have them about once a week, now it seemed like they were happening several times a day. It was probably just since we were living together now.

I was glad my father wasn't here to witness my more and more frequent inappropriate thoughts toward Jake. On the rare occasion he had caught me thinking about how good he looked in a tight shirt, or how he looked in no shirt at all, or something equally non-best friend-like, he would get this look on his face. He would almost glare back and forth between Jake and me for a few minutes until I had chanted 'We're only friends, I only see him as a friend,' about ninety times in my head for him to hear.

Speaking of things I was glad for and freaky vampire gifts, I was really glad I could only transmit images through my palm and not just any bare skin. Otherwise Jake would have been a front row witness to several of my more embarrassing thoughts about him.

I decided to stop thinking about Jake and tried to turn my attention to the movie, which wasn't an easy thing to do. He was so warm it was a constant reminder of how close we were.

"Your hair smells really good, by the way," he leaned down and whispered a few minutes into the movie.

Not helping, Jake. Really not helping.

"Thanks," I said instead. "You smell good, too."

Wow, Ness. Way to go. Way to sound like a freak.

"Would you two lovebirds quit whispering and just watch the zombie movie of all zombie movies," Embry said, throwing several M&M's out of a bag he was eating at Jake.

Seth laughed, I blushed (thankfully it was dark and no one could see. Thanks mom for passing that awesome trait down to me), and Jake just glared at Embry.

"Shut up."

"Hey, I'm not over here whispering in Seth's ear." Embry laughed and ate another handful of M&M's.

"I'd punch you in the face," Seth replied, scooting farther away from Embry than he already was.

"Seriously, Embry," I said, sitting up from Jake so he could see me, "shut the hell up." I was already trying not to think about Jake like that and Embry referring to us as lovebirds, not to mention his teasing in the kitchen this morning, was just making things worse.

He just shook his head and laughed again, but thankfully didn't say anything else.

I leaned back against Jake and his arm tightened around me just a little bit, causing me to sit a little closer to him.


A/N: Now, I know one of the theories of imprinting in Twilight was so that the wolves could find the girl with the best chance of carrying down the wolf gene, and with Nessie being infertile that that wouldn't make sense, but I have my own theory about imprinting I'll be using for this story.

Once again, thanks for reading!