Chapter 2: Written in the wind
I jumped off of the branch and landed with a loud thud on the ground. As I guessed it was Jake, I could smell him a mile off. How could I possibly describe the smell of Jake? First of all he smells damp almost like when a dog has been for a run in a river and gotten dirty. Not an unpleasant smell, just a very earthy one. Then there is a hint of cedar wood incense which was used for spiritual healing purposes in his tribe. Finally there is the last smell, the best of all. It is the smell of Jake, It's like freshly cut grass in the morning that blows with the wind and travels with different flowers from blue bells to roses and ends with a warm fire and a slight musk.
I looked around myself and knew he was playing tricks on me but I could smell him through the bushes. Not just that but I noticed a trail of clothes on the floor leading to where the scent was strongest, even a human could figure it out.
"Oh where are you? I can't see you anywhere Jake" the words just flew out of my mouth "Jake this isn't funny, I'm scared I think I just saw a huge wolf in the bushes" With that Jake flew through the air and landed on me growling. As I started in to his dark chocolate eyes I started to giggle.
"Jake, get off me, you're ruining my new jeans" I cried. He grunted at me then slowly walked off with his clothes in his mouth.
"Is it just that I'm too much for you?" He joked from round the corner.
"No not at all" I laughed "and stop calling me Nessie, you know I hate it"
"Oh so what should I call you then? The whole mouthful that is Renesmee?" He said smugly with a huge grin on his face.
"Eugh, no, just Ren"I answered "What were you calling me for anyway?"
"Oh Bella wants you" of course I have to call my Mum Bella because she is only a Year Older than me in appearance and it would just look ridiculous. "It's Charlie"
"What about Charlie?" I shouted. Charlie, the grandfather that is human. But I love him so much; he has this dry sense of humour that no one else understands but us. The grandfather who just two years ago realised Mum wasn't aging and that I look about ten years older than I should be. He took it relatively well considering his whole belief system was practically shattered but he had Sue to help understand and calmed him down before he attacked Dad with his shot gun (not that it would have done any harm what so ever). She has really helped him so much, he is really a different man now they are together. I'm glad they have found happiness. It just really makes me wonder sometimes, is love fate?
All my life Jake has been there, and honestly I do love him. But I'm not sure whether it is true love or just like a brother. I feel as if it has been programed in to me, that I am forced to love someone without a choice. The thought alone gives me a feeling of claustrophobia and that the trees are closing in on me, but I always ground myself here listening to the birds while walking even if the air surrounding is overwhelmed with Jake.
"He's in hospital" He answered, I gasped in shock as if all the air from the world had been removed. I don't even understand how this was possible when I don't have the need to breath but I was happening and I felt darkness.