Authors Note: The chapters will probably be A LOT shorter than I originally intended, due to my wanting to update as soon as possible. And by that I mean I will submit what was originally intended to be one chapter over the space two or three, not cutting anything out.

Chapter 2 – The Talk

Renesmee's POV

I didn't really know what to do about this new development; I wanted Jacob to notice me. Well he already does notice me. He brings me toffees and he only looks at me when I'm in the room, but...

He calls me kid, and little one, and other affectionate names referring to me as a CHILD.

Every time Jake entered the room I would forget how to breathe, when he smiles at me my stomach melts, and I seemed to hang of his every word. Now I am a very intelligent girl, but when Jake shows up I don't even know how to talk.

I did wind up talking to dad about it eventually. It was one of those things that just had to be said.

"Renesmee," He began, "I love and I only you to be happy." He paused, "Now I understand that this is a rather confusing time for you. But remember sweetheart, you are at an age when you are starting to notice, boys." Every word seemed to take forever as he clearly was not looking forward to the end of this speech. I however was safe from whatever he was going to say behind my pillow.

"And I have noticed your recent interest in Jacob. But what I'm asking you to consider love, is that you don't know many boys who aren't related to you. And, it is possible that your fascination with Jacob could be simply because he is pretty much the only boy you really know." His hesitation became understandable when I realised he had been dreading my reaction.

"WHAT!?" I couldn't believe it, Dad thinks I feel this way about Jacob simply because he is THERE? "I can't believe you! If it was anyone other than Jacob you wouldn't care. It's just because you two used to fight that-" Dad cut he off quickly with his frustratingly calm response.

"No." He was holding up his finger asking me to hear him out, I reluctantly obliged. "Now, it is true, as you have heard that Jacob and I did not get along very well in the past. And yes I am still slightly sceptical of him around you; However, he has proven to be a rather respectable young man over these last few years." It was quite clear my father would much rather keep this opinion to himself than let anyone know he actually trusted Jake. "But what I am trying to say is, you are young," he raised he finger cautioning me to let him continue. "And you do not yet completely understand these feeling you have recently developed.

"And when the day comes that you actually do enter a romantic relationship with someone, even if this someone is Jacob, or not. I will not complain or interfere provided, both you and whoever this person may be, love and respect each other and," he paused and my mind was going crazy with ideas as to what this last condition could possibly be. "You are happy." Dad finished silencing my worries.

After that I began to wonder if what I felt for Jacob was just some silly crush or, something more. One thing however I did know. Jacob would never look at me the way I wanted him to unless I cleaned up my act. So I moved all my toys from my bed to on top of my wardrobe, all except 'Little Jacob' he was a small rustic coloured shaggy furred dog toy my parent had got me for Christmas and he looked so much like Jacob that at the time no other name had seemed appropriate. And I packed away all my children's thing, replacing them with simpler, more mature things. Like plain purple bed sheets instead of pink flowery ones. And instead of frilly dressed I wore tight jeans and shirts that showed just how much my body had changed in recent months.

Then of course when I was around four and a half years old (The human equivalent of roughly 13 years and 6-8 months), and Uncle Jasper had decided that if I could beat him in a fight then he had nothing more to teach me on the subject.

I walked outside wearing my black tights, tight fitting V-neck shirt and black ballet flats that I usually wear for, you guessed it ballet. I also had my hair pulled back in a black ribbon to prevent it from being pulled.

Oh we also had an audience, my entire family, Aunt Alice's camera, and Seth and Leah. Also Jacob. Black clothes looks sexy right?

I walked toward my uncle in the area marked out for us, and after a few minutes of chatter we began.

The fight itself was not overly interesting, we were dancing around each other, ducking, dodging, and throwing a few hits. Once one of us seemed to be winning the tables would turn, until I had uncle Jasper's right arm pinned behind his back and there was a large crack/pop sort of noise.

I immediately released him and jumped back the words flying from my mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, what did I break?" The last part sounded more like 'WaddidIbreak' but he still responded reassuringly.

"My shoulder," his voice sounded pained. "And it's just dislocated."

"I'm sorry," I repeated again mortified before stepping forward and placing my hands on his back and arm. "I'll fix it," was the only explanation I gave before pushing the bones back into place.

I then ran to the medical kit kept nearby (just in case my mother had to kill my uncle) and grabbed a sling, quickly returning to uncle Jasper and tying it around his injured arm and neck.

"Renesme," he started with a half laugh, "I am a vampire, I don't need that." The amusement was plain in his voice.

My panic had worn off but I was having none of that. "Just because you can move it, doesn't mean you should." I told him my tone leaving no room for argument. "And you are not taking that off for at least a few hours, do you understand?" I demanded.

He sighed before walking back to the others saying, "Yes Renesmee."

"Dude," Uncle Emmett started holding back laughter. "You just got your shoulder dislocated by a little girl."

My blood boiled, and my father stiffened. I have spent all this time trying to make myself look older, more grown up, and you go and call me a LITTLE GIRL! JACOB IS RIGHT THERE YOU IDIOT!

Uncle Emmett stood up rubbing the back of his head and turning around to look at me. "Did you seriously just roundhouse kick me to back of the head?" He asked in disbelief that I had actually hit him.

Maybe that had been a little rash, dad nodded. But it is too late to back out now, and besides, Jake is watching. "Yes." I replied resolutely. "One thing uncle Emmett, if you think that it is so embarrassing for uncle Jasper to be beaten by a LITTLE GIRL." My teeth were clenched as I said that last part. "Then why don't you step up and have a swing yourself." I challenged stepping back within the marked area and spreading my arms wide.

He laughed before responding with, "Sure, why not, but don't worry I-" He started before I cut him off.

"It's okay," my voice was mockingly sweet and condescending as I delivered his line. "I'll go easy on you." I smiled, well smirked more like before stepping forward and kicking his legs out from underneath him.

Uncle Emmett landed flat on his back and I stepped away patiently waiting for him to get over his shock. He scrambled to his feet seconds later exclaiming, "I wasn't ready!"

"Oh I'm sorry," I mocked him ignoring the laughter from the onlookers. "Are you ready now? I can wait." I assured him still smiling.

His pride had clearly taking most of the blow and he was struggling to keep it up with the continued assault. "Yes," his voice was hesitant and unsure as he stood his ground.

"Good." I assured him before stepping forward and preparing to repeat my previous movement a little too slowly.

Uncle Emmett realised what I would do and prepared to intercept me before I changed course and spun around kicking his legs from the other side. He rolled over to push himself up when I pressed my foot deep into the middle of his back, forcing him to stay down. Before he could attempt to fight me off his back I grabbed his arms and pinned them behind his back. I braced my right leg against the ground and pressed harder with my left foot which was still on his back to squander his attempts to buck me off. He eventually gave up and waited for me to release him.

"I'm sorry Uncle dearest," I began condescendingly, "but being such a young and naive child as I am, I can't tell. Did I win?"

He paused before swallowing his pride and grumbling, "Yes."

"YAY!" I squeaked in the manner of a child as I stood up. However instead of releasing his arms I pulled them up with me, leaving him pressed chest forward to the ground with his shoulders twisted and his arms straight out behind him. "Well then, uncle Emmett," I pinned both his wrists together with my left hand as I brought my right around behind my head and removed the ribbon and letting my hair fall, ignoring as my father's warning glare became one of confusion. "If uncle Jasper getting his shoulder dislocated by me is SOO embarrassing," I continued wrapping the ribbon around his wrists binding them together and guarding my thoughts so my father could not see what I was about to do. "Then I feel bad for you," shifting my weight I went on. "Being twice as embarrassed as him." I finished bringing the sole of my foot up to his wrists and forcing them to the ground above his head in one fluid motion, before anyone could realise what I was doing and stop me.

I heard the crack/pop noise and my uncle's groan as I walked away from him saying casually, "Someone might want to put his arms back in their proper places, I don't see him doing it any time soon." I walked through the front door before anyone could come out of their shock and lecture me.

Once inside I ran to my room at top speed and let the realisation sink in.

Okay, I went too far, but he shouldn't have called me that. And from now on he will know better than to downgrade me within earshot. That was stupid. I thought leaning against the back of my bedroom door commanding my heartbeat to slow down before one of my parents showed up to tell me off.

Authors Note: I'm not completely happy with this chapter it was rather difficult to write and feels a little forced and like it's lacking something.

Also as soon as I got a notification saying someone was following the story, I rushed like crazy to finnish this chapter for them :) So I am going to dedicate this chapter, from the fight scene and beyond, to Zenyatta20 the first person to follow one of my stories ever.

~SophieAngel69