Chapter 6 Cliff Diving

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POV Jacob

She was there, just like she promised, glittering ruby in the sunrise. I hoped the clouds would set in soon. Cliff diving was always more fun if you couldn't see where you were falling.

"I'm here," Rose's voice made me jump. Had it always been so beautiful?

I smiled, trying to compose myself. "So, are you ready to take some death plunges?"

Rosalie smiled back but the smile was slightly pained. And then I remembered another story Nessie had told me.

The day Bella went cliff diving without you, Alice saw it in a vision and she thought Bella had died. All of the Cullens except for Edward were up in Denali then.

Rosalie heard and she decided it would be best to let Edward know as soon as possible about Bella's death so he would come back. So she called him and told him.

And that was when Edward tried to get himself killed by the Volturi and Bella and Alice had to risk their lives to come and rescue him.

I'd said the wrong thing again. Why did Rosalie have to be so finicky? I smiled. "Oops, sorry. Guess that didn't sound very human of me."

"No, it didn't," Rosalie agreed absent mindedly.

"Do I get a chance to make it up to you?" I asked. I was so far out from the master plan to break Rosalie's heart that I might as well start improvising everything and hope that I would get to the heart break eventually.

Rosalie smiled. "Maybe. I'll have to think about that one."

"I won't give you a chance to," I replied. I grabbed her hand and started running towards the highest cliff.

"Jake," She cried half laughing and half confused. "Jake, where are we going?"

"Down," I shouted over the roar of the waves and jumped off the cliff pulling Rosalie with me.

We flew down together hand in hand both laughing at the adrenaline rush we got until Rosalie broke free from my grasp and landed in the water with a little splash into the water.

As soon as she reached the surface again, I curled myself up into a ball in hurled myself into the water at just the right angle so my splash would be in her wake. And I completely drenched her.

"Hey," Rosalie said and threw a rock the size of my head at me. It missed thank God and landed with a big splash next to me in the water shaking my footing.

I pulled in a big breath before I was sucked under again thanks to the power Rosalie's rock had given to the waves. I came up, and shook out my hair, splashing her again.

Rosalie swam away, playfully muttering, "I always knew you'd never be more than a dog."

"Hey Blondie," I called. "Did you know that all blondes think alike…they don't think at all."

"You're really going to have to come up with some more creative slurs about my complexion," Said Rosalie but she swam back to me anyways and together we climbed out onto the beach.

"Again?" I asked her and she nodded breathlessly.

We each took several turns, diving until we were completely saturated with the salt water and found ourselves slipping off of the cliffs more times than jumping.

"Tired yet?" I asked her as we climbed up the cliff yet again. I for one was starved. The morning was creeping towards afternoon and I hadn't had anything to eat since before I'd met Rose.

Unfortunately for me, Rosalie shook her head. "I can't be. Vampire, remember?" She added those last two words with a sigh as she gestured to her sparkling body.

"Well, um, do you mind if I go get some food. I'm starved," I said feeling awkward.

"Not at all. I should be getting back anyways. Emmett will be wondering where I've disappeared to."

We stood up then, and started back towards my house. I offered Rosalie my hand, but she refused and tried to climb up herself instead.

That was mistake number one-never try to climb up by yourself on these cliffs when you're wet and slippery when you're new to them.

And I was right. As Rose tried to climb up, she slipped, and wobble, flailing her arms around like a human would.

That was mistake number two-never flail your arms around while on these cliffs; just let yourself slip cuz you'll probably regain your balance as you do and manage to stop yourself before you fall.

And I was right again. Rosalie fell, sparkling into the Pacific Ocean.

There was no reason why I should be worried-hadn't Rosalie and I spent the last two hours slipping off these cliffs?

But I was. So I took off the shoes I was wearing and dove in after Rosalie, my arms outstretched towards her.

Because in that moment, I didn't see Rosalie Cullen falling into the ocean. I saw Renesmee, fragile and breakable, falling surely to her death.