Cullen Residence

Wednesday, June 10; 6:47 pm

Demi sat at the Cullen's dining room table. A meal was placed before her, which she pushed around with her fork. What it was, neither her nor I could tell you. Their all-too-familiar friend sadness was busy wrapping the room in misery. Edward Cullen paced the room nervously, glancing at the phone every few seconds. Bella simply watched, despair entering her soul with every step his foot made.

"Edward," she murmured, looking down at the table. "I think you should sit down."

He stopped mid-stride and glared at her. "Sit? Our daughter is missing and you want me to sit? Bella, sitting will do nothing!" Painstaking anger threatened to break through his voice. This was the only time he'd ever spoken to his beloved wife that way.

"I just don't think--"

"No, you don't think!" he snapped.

"Whoa!" Demi hollered. She stood up from her dining room seat.

"Don't you talk to her that way," she warned, wagging a finger in Edward's face. "Don't you ever talk to her that way!"

Edward was taken aback by the bravery of his daughter's best friend. He was speechless.

"Renesmee wouldn't want this," she reasoned. "This is tearing us apart, all of us! We need Renesmee back... and we can't do it alone."

As if on cue, she burst through the doors. She was soaked in rainwater and her hair dripping down her cold back. No coat. No umbrella. Just there by herself. Maybe she was the answer.

"What are you doing here," Demi snapped. "We don't need you."

A breathless Leah walked further through the foyer. "That's the thing. You do. And I need you. There's no way we're going to be able to do this without each other."

Or maybe Leah was right. The answer was the unity of these two different worlds.

Renesmee Cullen

Wednesday, June 10; 5:44 pm

I lay on a couch in Nolie's cottage. Guess what I was doing? Babysitting. Yes, the wealthy Renesmee Cullen babysitting. But I had to earn money some way. We were stuck on this island.

Stuck.

The truth hit me last night. I'm not sure when. But this morning when I woke, I knew. That's it. I knew.

I knew there was little to no chance Demi made it off the boat. I knew I would probably never see her again. I knew that I would never see my family again. I knew I was stuck on this island. And you know what else I knew?

I knew I was falling for him. And not just puppy love. Actual love.

I just had to be, right? Everytime I looked at him, my heart tugged. His smile lit up the room. He saved me, and on more than one occasion. No, I don't mean the many times he saved me from Aiden. He saved me from myself. He saved me from being sucked into... into living a lie. Into becoming someone that I'm not. He was my savior. And I was his forever. Crazy, right?

But how was I to tell him? No, the question was should I tell him? What if he didn't feel the same way? What if I scared him off? I couldn't tell him---not yet, anyway. I'll wait. I'll wait for him to tell me.

As I watched Malia and Andre running around the family room, I lay my head back and began day dreaming.

We were in a garden. Splashes of colorful flowers bloomed from beneath our feet to as far as the eye could see. Jacob stood across from me, holding my hand in his. His hands were... warm. And lovely.

"I love you," I murmured.

"I--" he began.

"What is it?" I ask.

The color began to drain from my fantasy and I was back to reality.

"Nessie!" Malia was yelling. "We're hungry!" She dragged out the word. It sounded like huuuuun-gry.

I stood up and headed over to the kitchen. "Um... what do you want to eat?"

"Pizza!" Andre yelled.

"Lobster!" Malia demanded.

"Cereal?" I suggested hopefully.

They rolled their eyes as they sat at the small light wooden kitchen table.

"You can't cook, can you?" Andre asked.

I tried to laugh it off. "Sure I can. I mean... how hard can it be?"

I pulled out a pot and stuck it on the stove.

"Well, you're supposed to fill up the pot first," Malia muttered.

I turned to glare at her. "Would you like to do it?"

She held her hands up in surrender. "Just sayin'."

"Where's Jake?" Andre asked.

I was wrestling with getting the water into the pot. I used one of those spray nozzles by the sink... as I sprayed it into the pot still sitting on the stove. "I don't know. Why?"

"Because he might actually know how to boil water!" Malia blurted out.

"Hey!" I complained, spinning around on my heel. "It's pretty hard!"

They both bust out into laughter. Without thinking, I pressed down on the nozzle and sprayed them.

"Hey!" Malia protested.

I smirked and shrugged and turned back to the pot.

"Oops," I teased.

Malia threw something wet at my back. Soap.

"Hey! That was uncalled for!" I snapped.

"So was the hose!" she threw back.

I held my hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. I'll give you that."

We both held each other's stare until we burst into laughter.

"Okay," I managed to say. "Go change. I'll learn how to work this."

She let out one last laugh before heading down the halls to her tiny bedroom.

"And you couldn't boil water?" Jake asked, shocked.

I threw a pillow at him. "Don't laugh. I never learned."

He grinned a toothy grin. "Not judging."

I rolled my eyes and jumped off the bed. "You want something to ea--"

"NO!" he yelled.

I turned around. "You know, you make me feel wonderful about myself."

He shrugged. "It's what I'm here for."

I headed off towards the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water.

"Well, I'm parched."

He smiled. "Well, you enjoy that. I'm going to bed."

"Kay," I mumbled. "Love you."

"What?" he asked.

"Um...," I fumbled around for words. "Goodnight... you!"

He looked at me suspiciously before heading off in his separate way.

Damn.

Author's Note: So sorry for the wait! I wrote this really quickly. I've been writing Accidentally and a new story I was experimenting with. Drama soon hopefully. So yup, that's about it :D

Mama named her Lucky on a starlight night! A rabbit foot in her pocket, she dances and smiles. The fact that she's different and yet she's the same... And she says do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do! Lucky you, lucky you! Do do do do do do do do! Reviews? Comments? Click that button!

--Lauren :D

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