I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGT SAGA.

Renesmee's P.O.V.

"Ruh-nez-may, huh?" Jacob says and he looks out at the ocean waves.

"What?" I ask him, a small smile forming on my lips.

"It's nothing." He shakes his head. I know he's having a hard time with my name, everybody does the first fifty or so times they say it.

"It's okay, you can say it."

"What?"

"My name, it's weird. I already know." Jake sighs.

"It's not that it's weird, it's just that it's... unique. How did you get that name anyway?"

"Before my mom passed away, she told me that it was a mixture of both of my grandmothers' names. Renée and Esme," I tell him. He nods. It's quite for a second as I watch a flock of birds soar high above us.

"Do you mind if I call you... Nessie, for short?" he asks. I look at him.

"Nessie?"

"Yeah, it flows easier." I think about it for an eighth of a second. Nessie is easier to pronounce than Renesmee.

"Okay, sure you can call me Nessie. It might just become my official nickname." Jacob smiles.

"So Nessie, do you live around here?"

"I live in Forks with my sister."

"What happened to your parents?"

"They died a long time ago."

"Oh. So, um... what do you like to do?"

"Well, I like to read and write, and I love watching old movies."

"Which movies?" he asks me. We are now walking down the beach slowly.

"Hum, let's see... I like all the Adam Sandler movies," I tell him.

"Oh man, he's hilarious I especially love the movie he did with Jennifer Aniston called Just go With it. It was so funny." He speaks with so much enthusiasm that I can't help but laugh.

"I also like the movies The Hunger Games, Divergent, The Longest Ride, The Best of Me. They are all amazing movies." We talk for the next hour, just getting to know each other. Finally, we reach a small diner.

"How old are you, Nessie?" he asks me. I raise my eyebrows.

"Why?" I ask. He shrugs.

"I just want to know."

"You're not one of those creepy stalker types, are you?" He laughs.

"No, I just really want to know." I almost tell him the truth. I almost tell him that I'm one hundred years old. But I don't.

"I'm sixteen," I tell him. He nods. "How old are you?"

"Same." I don't believe that for a second.

"Oh you are, aren't you?" I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I am," he says defensively.

"You look more like a man."

"That's just genetics." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, okay." Jake sighs.

"So Do want to join me for breakfast?" he asks me.

"I can't. I have to get home before my sister finds out I left. Besides, I already ate breakfast," I answer. His face falls and I laugh. "Maybe we'll see each other around town or something."

"Yeah, maybe." I take a deep breath.

"Well, I see you." He nods with a small smile on his face.

"You too," he says. I then turn around and walk away, honestly hoping that I'll see him again.


On the way home, I decide to stop by the cemetery. Weird, I know. But this is my mother's home town, and I want to see if she has a headstone there. I slowly walk around the cemetery until I find a name I recognize.

Charles "Charlie" Swan

March 2, 1964- August 12, 2036

Loving father, husband and friend.

This is my grandfather's grave. It's sad knowing that I'll never be able to meet him and get to know him. I sigh as I look over to the next grave.

Isabella "Bella" Marie Swan

September 13, 1987- September 27, 2006

Loving daughter, step-sister and friend.

I frown. I wish I knew more about my mother's human life, and why she is so determined to keep it a secret from me. What happened to her to make her so... secretive like this? I mentally sigh.

I know it has something to do with my father. But what exactly, I don't know. I run home and watch movies to keep my mind off of things, and when Mom gets home, we go hunting. I take down two bucks, and a mountain lion. By the time we are done, I'm so full that I don't think I can fit another mouthful in my body; that's what she said.

Anyways, when we get home, I take a shower and climb into bed, falling asleep instantly.


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~Gina