I wake up just a few minutes before the sunrise. The faint blue light glows through the windows.
Renesmee is still sleeping soundly on the couch, curled up on her side under the wool blanket. She looks so innocent. I feel a sudden need to protect her, seeing her in such a state.
My hair falls over my eyes, obscuring my vision. I hiss in annoyance and walk quietly to the bathroom. Me and Renesmee's wet clothes lay in a hamper in the corner. I need to put them through the dryer.
I turn on the light and examine my reflection in the mirror. My hair is still blocking my eyes, so I push it across my forehead.
The shadows around my eyes are starting to fade. My face is dark with a growing beard. It's been a while since I've had a shave. I rub my rough chin.
My hair falls back over my eyes.
I growl and hold up some of the long hair before my eyes between my fingers.
I need a haircut. Well, no time like the present.
I fish around through the drawer for the scissors and comb and I turn the knobs on the sink.
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"Mmmm, what smells good?" I hear Renesmee sigh from the living room.
"Good, you're awake." I call back to her from the kitchen.
I stir the yellow scrambled eggs mixed with onions and bell peppers in the pan and turn off the stove. They're about done.
I look back into the living room and see her arms stretch out from the edge of the couch while she lets out a long groan.
She gets up from the couch and walks towards the kitchen, scratching her scruffy bed-hair, smacking her lips, her eyes still half-shut. She sits in the stool at the counter. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply through her nose.
"Mmm, eggs," she sighs contentedly, "my favorite."
"Good," I say, an accomplished smile on my face.
I scrape the contents of the pan onto two plates and sit one on the countertop in front of her. I put the pan in the sink and wipe my hands on my jeans.
She inhales the smell of the eggs and smiles, then opens her eyes and looks up at me, and gasps, "Woah!"
A grin spreads across my face. "Like my new look?" I ask, propping my elbows on top of the counter, crossing my arms, leaning closer.
"Your hair," she whispers, wide-eyed in amazement, "It's so short."
I smile as she feels my now short hair, still damp and spiked with water.
"And your face!" she gasps, feeling her hands across my hard cheekbones and under my jaw, obviously enjoying the now baby-smooth skin. She looks in my eyes and presses her pink lips together. Her cheeks start to blush.
She drops her hands down into her lap.
"These eggs sure do smell good." she says, looking down at her plate.
"Here." I say, taking a fork out of the silverware drawer next to me. I scoop a mound of the yellowy clumps and bits of onion and hold it in front of Renesmee's face. She opens her mouth and encloses her lips around the fork. I pull the fork out from her lips. She chews the eggs and sounds a moan.
"Gaw, theesh are good." she says with her mouth still full before she swallows. "Thank you."
She snatches the fork from my hand and shovels more eggs into her mouth.
"So I guess I can take that as a compliment." I say, taking my plate of eggs and my own fork and sit next to her.
She looks up at me and smiles, her mouth full, and nods.
I eat my eggs while watching Renesmee scarf down hers. By the time I'm halfway done with my own plate, hers is wiped clean.
She licks her lips and sighs, "Man, those are some good eggs."
"Let me clean your plate for you." I offer, taking up her plate with the fork laying on the center.
"Sure," she says, "Now, how about I clean off your plate for you?" She creeps her fingers closer to my plate. I swipe the plate away from her grasp and hold it up in the air. She reaches her hands up as if the plate is just out of her reach, even though it really isn't, and she pouts her bottom lip pathetically.
She looks so cute and sad that I surrender my plate over to her.
She takes it with a gleeful smile, saying in a tone that matches her smile, "Thank you baby." and starts chowing down.
'Baby.' I like that.
I turn on the water in the sink and start washing the pan with a scour-sponge and dish soap under the warm water. Just as I set the pan in the dish rack and start scrubbing my plate, Renesmee comes and hands me the other.
"You really do like eggs, don't you?" I ask as I wash the second plate.
She nods, humming an, "Mm-hmm!" She leans back against the counter to my right, watching me scrub at the plate. When it's all cleaned off and I set it in the dish rack next to the one I just previously cleaned. Renesmee takes a clean, dry washcloth and dries them both off and puts them away in the cupboard. It takes her a couple looks before she finds the correct one.
"Thanks." I say as I wipe clean the forks and put them back in the drawer.
"Do you want something to drink?" I ask, taking a glass out of the cupboard by my head.
"Sure." she answers.
I get another glass.
I open the fridge and examine the contents inside.
"Let's see," I sigh, "we have milk, some orange juice, cranberry juice, and, of course, water."
"Mmm, I think I'll have milk."
"Milk it is."
I fill a glass with milk and hand it to her. I fill my own with orange juice.
Renesmee goes back into the living room and plops down on the couch. She swallows a sip of milk and lets out a quenched sigh. "Want to watch some TV?" she asks.
"Sure." I answer, sitting on the couch beside Renesmee.
I take up the remote and turn on the TV. The only thing on right now is the news. Renesmee snuggles up against my ribs as we both watch, which makes me smile, and I wrap my hand around her waist.
The authorities have caught the people behind all the disappearances in Seattle. Victoria Howard and her boyfriend Riley were arrested for kidnapping over twenty people from the Seattle area.
After that came the weather report. Sunny skies today. The first day of sun for months.
The front door opens, and Sam walks in. Emily follows soon after him. As she walks through the door, she yawns and scratches her thick curly black haired head. They both look like they didn't sleep too much. They're both so worn-down they don't notice me or Renesmee.
"Good morning." Renesmee exclaims, causing the both of them to jump.
They both look over at us, perplexed.
"Um, morning." Sam says. Emily just moves her eyes between Renesmee and me.
"So how's Harry doing?" I ask.
"He'll be alright," he answers as he fills a fresh filter with beans into the coffeemaker.
Emily hangs up her coat and purse on the hangers by the door. "Who's your friend?" she asks me, a slight smile on her face, obviously thrilled to see me with another human being.
Especially a girl.
Especially a girl like Renesmee.
"This is Renesmee." I answer, nudging my head at her.
Renesmee waves her fingers her fingers at Emily and says "Hi."
I then notice her nails have a partially chipped off layer of dark pink paint on them.
In the corner of my vision, I can see Sam looking over at me and Renesmee, trying to be inconspicuous, the same look of disbelief that Emily has.
A dull buzzer sounds from a room on the other end of the house.
"That's the dryer," I say, standing up, "Our clothes are dry now." Renesmee stands and takes my hand and follows me to the laundry room in the rear end of the house. Sam and Em stare at us as we walk through the kitchen.
In the laundry room, which is just a square former-closet with the washer and dryer crammed in it, leaving barely any room for me and Renesmee to stand in, I fish my hands around in the dryer and come out with her gray v-neck shirt and jeans.
"Here you go," I say, handing her the hot dry clothes, "Nice and dry."
"Thanks." she says as she takes her clothes. She holds them against her face and smiles. "Ahh, nice and warm."
She then sets her clothes on top of the washer, and then turns her back towards me and peels off the sweatshirt. I throw my hand over my face and duck my head. I can't believe this gorgeous girl is stripping down right in front of me! I part my fingers and peak through them just as Renesmee starts pushing down the sweatpants. Her bra is soft pink and her underwear is a matching color with lace, fitting perfectly over her butt. I feel sad when she pulls on her jeans and shirt.
When she turns back around, I quickly cover my eyes again.
I hear her giggle, "Did you see anything you like?"
I feel my face get hot as I lower my hand.
Renesmee looks down at a lower part of my body. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
My face gets even hotter. Renesmee giggles some more.
She pushes open the door and steps out.
"You ready to take me home?" she asks, putting her hands in her pockets.
"Sure," I answer, slamming shut the dryer, "Let's go."
We both walk out to the kitchen, where Sam is the paper while sipping his coffee at the counter while Em is cooking pancakes on the stove.
"Mmm," Renesmee says, "those smell good."
"Thank you," Em says with a smile, the scar across her cheek crinkling, "Would you like one?"
"I would, but I better be going home now. It was nice meeting you both."
"You too." Sam and Em say as I lead Renesmee to the door.
"Hey Jacob?" Em says. I stop and turn to her.
I hear Renesmee say, "I'll just wait outside." and she steps out onto the front porch.
"Yeah Em?" I say.
Em then walks up to me and nearly crushes me to death in the tightest hug ever. When she finally loosens her grip, she says, "I'm glad you've found someone." She then scratches the top of my head. "I love your new hairdo, by the way."
I laugh lightly, "Thanks." and start back to the door. "I'll see you guys later."
"Hey Jake!" Sam says, causing me to stop and turn back. He looks out through the door, then at me and nods, "Very nice."
A balled up dish towel flies through the air and hits him right in his smug face. He gets up out of his chair and starts snapping the towel at Em's legs while she squeals. I shake my head and walk out the front door where Renesmee is waiting.
"Ready to go?" I ask her.
"Yeah." she answers. I put my arm around her waist and walk with her over to the garage.
"Your aunt and uncle look like they're having fun." she says with a smirk.
"Yeah," I chuckle, "I guess."
She then tilts her face up to the sky. The sunlight glows against her skin and shines in her hair, making her look like an angel. Her eyes are closed, relaxed in the warmth of the sun's light.
"Nice day today, isn't it?" she says, keeping her eyes closed.
"Yeah," I say, staring at her, mesmerized, "it sure is."
When we get to the garage, I pull up the wooden door, allowing the light to pour in on my dust-covered Rabbit and the stained sheet covering the bike in the corner.
Renesmee raises an eyebrow and runs a finger over the dust-coated trunk.
"I know," I say, taking the key chain off the nail in the wall and jingling the keys in my hand, "It's been a while since I've taken it out, but it should drive just fine."
"Hey, what's this?" I hear her ask. She pulls the sheet off, revealing the still spotless motorcycle underneath. The sun's light reflects off the black chrome surface. "Woah." she says, her voice almost a whisper. She throws her hair behind her shoulder and straddles the leather seat.
"Sweet," she remarks, wrapping her hands around the handlebars. "How about this?" she asks, twisting the throttle, a grin painted across her face. She looks so natural on that bike.
I don't bother telling her how I got the bike, how it was a present from Bella. Her goodbye present.
"Can you ride?" I ask her, raising my eyebrows.
"Pff, totally."
I roll the bike out of the garage into the sun. I throw my leg over the seat, keeping the bike propped up on my other leg. I forgot how comfortable the seat was.
Renesmee takes her seat behind me and wraps her hands around my abdomen.
I put the key into the ignition, then stop. I turn my head around to face her.
"Thanks," I say, "for being here."
She doesn't say anything. She cups my cheek in her hand and lifts my face closer to hers, and touches her lips against mine. I wrap my hand around the back of her head and press our faces closer together. I feel her tongue graze my lower lip, and she pulls back.
"Thanks for saving me." she says quietly, her eyes looking into mine, a slight smile across her face.
I actually think it's she who's saved me.
I smile back, then start up the motorcycle.
Renesmee wraps her arms back around my abdomen and rests her chin on my shoulder, and we both ride away.
The Beginning
FINALLY! DONE!
i ended it with The Beginning because this is only the beginning for Jake and Renesmee
and if you haven't noticed, each title for each chapter is a line from different Evanescence songs
chapter 1, 2, and 3: My Immortal
chapter 4: Bring Me To Life
chapter 5: Breathe No More
chapter 6: Lithium
chapter 7: Together Again
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