I still don't own twilight … and sadly I never will. However I do own Mark YAY!
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Me and the family spoke for hours and looked at several photos that we all laughed about- except two.
One of these pictures was of my mum and dad on their wedding day. My mum was in her leaving dress and my dad in a suit. They were ready to go for their honeymoon, I had always loved this picture because it was natural- they hadn't been expecting someone to capture the moment and it was only until now that they actually knew it even existed. My dad was holding out my mums hand as she walked down the stairs to meet him with a small smile upon her face. We all turned to face them and they were smiling, my dad leant in for a kiss and lightly kissed my mother of her lips.
The second photo was the only photo I owned of my whole family together. Me, Jacob, mum, dad, Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmet, Alice and Jasper all stood smiling at the camera on my 3rd birthday. I look a lot different now then I did back then as I grew older. I only look about 20 now and I have stopped growing. I turned around and all my family had smiles upon their faces. I placed the picture down and pulled them all into a tight embrace.
A few hours later everybody decided to change into fresh clothes. I went for a shower and picked out my favourite black denim jeans and my baby blue t-shirt. I looked into the mirror and saw only one person; myself. Now that my family were back I could finally feel complete. I had straightened my hair yesterday, so when I went for a shower this morning my curls were back. My family haven't seen me in 18years and so they don't know how incredibly curly my hair has gotten. My hair hung down to my breasts in thick bronze curls and I sighed. I had always loved my hair but I did get its messiness from my dad.
I walked downstairs and 8 pairs of vampire eyes turned and stared at me.
" Wow Ness, your hair… it's beautiful" Emmet said.
" Thanks uncle Em" as I said this the door bell rang and I ran to get it. I opened the door and there stood my own piece of sanity.
" Hey" I said with a smile and ushered him in. Marks blue eyes shone brightly today and his brown hair was slightly wet from the predictable rain that had fallen outside.
" Mark, this is my family. My father Edward, my mother Bella, my grandparents Carlisle and Esme, my aunts Rosalie and Alice, and finally my crazy uncles Emmet and Jasper" I said as I pointed them all out. Mark already knew who they were off by heart as he'd seen thousands of pictures of them around the house.
" Hi I'm Mark" he said to my family and smiled brightly.
" Do you want anything to eat Mark?" I asked politely.
" Nessie, you know I don't eat… but you do" he said and gave me a slight wink.
"Wait, hold on. Renesmee you still eat? I thought that you didn't need to eat?" Carlisle said with curiosity.
" Oh no I have to eat! I don't have to have blood, whereas Mark here doesn't have to eat, yet has to have blood" I explained.
I walked into the kitchen and rummaged around in the fridge until I found the eggs and started to scramble them in the frying pan with some bacon. I went into the cupboard and grabbed a cup to fill with my milky coffee and also a plate in which I placed my now cooked breakfast onto. My whole family- including Mark- watched me eat.
" Look I know I'm 'beautiful' and everything" I said using air-quotation marks " But this is kind of freaky. You know its weird having your boyfriend and your parents watching you eat, but then your grandparents , aunts and uncles do it too is just plain unnerving." I said and they all just carried on staring at me until I finished my toast.
" I was just remembering Isle Esme and the amount of eggs I ate there…" my mum said as she picked up my plate and washed it far quicker than I ever could.
" So we playing later then?" Mark asked out of the blue, but me being a mind reader that I am, knew exactly what he was talking about.
" Erm yes if you want" I said smiling.
" Practice?" my father asked curiously.
" Ever heard of the band ' 2 becomes 1'?" I asked my family and they all nodded in response.
" Well we - Me, Renesmee and our other friend Josh- are that band" as he said this all my families faces lit up.
" So which one of you plays the Piano then?" my father asked and as he said this Mark and Josh (who had come in through the back door only having been called by Mark ten minutes ago) looked at me. My father's face was an picture in which I wanted to capture on camera.
I walked over to the piano and sat on the bench and turned towards the piano keys…