Chapter Eleven

"I really need to go to my room, Nessie." Jacob said as he pulled away from my kiss "Edward is probably already probing both ours minds to find out what's going on." I had to agree, that really sounded like something my dad would do. I nodded as I reluctantly crawled off his lap. As we walked to the door, I could already feel that the separation would be painful for both of us. "Good night, sweetheart." Jacob said, leaning down to kiss me again. "Goodnight." I replied with a pout. "Hey, don't be like that. You know how it kills me to see you upset." he said, staring deeply into my eyes. I knew then I was a goner. His eyes followed his hands down my shoulder as he pulled me close. "Till tomorrow then, my love?" he laughed "Wow, I really just sounded like Edward that time. It must be a love thing." After one last kiss, he was gone.

After Jacob left my room, I was still giddy from the night I had just had. Flashes from the amazing time we spent together ran through my head. It was definitely a night I would never forget. I quickly took a shower and slipped into my pajamas. I returned to the loveseat, finally sitting down to watch a few minutes of late night sitcom reruns before bed.

As I stood to head into my bedroom, I heard a soft knock at the door. I suddenly had a shrill rush of butterflies as I thought of Jacob. "I knew you'd be back!" I said as I opened the door. My smile automatically faded as I noticed who was standing outside my door. It was not Jacob at all, but rather quite the opposite.

"Hello, Renesmee!" Nahuel smiled. I tried to slam the door, but his hand swiftly caught it. "Now don't be like that, Ness." he said. My expression was one of pure revulsion. Why did he think he could even come up here to see me? I still did not understand his new way towards me. I had assumed he would not bother me during his stay. Was I ever wrong. "Look, can we talk?" he said, turning serious. "I don't have anything to say to you." I replied curtly. As I tried again to shut the door, I succeeded; yet he had somehow passed the closing door and was now standing in the middle of my sitting area. "Please leave." I said, trying my best to be polite. "Renesmee, just let me talk to you for a moment. I'm sure we can get passed all of this if only you would allow me a few minutes of your time." I had told Dad that I would try to get past what happened. I guess now was as good a time as any to get started.

"Okay. Fine. Sit." I said as I walked back over to the loveseat. As he took his seat, he turned to face me. "I know we did not leave each other on the best of terms last time," he began "but I am ready to see past all of that. I want us to have the friendship we once had before we bombarded our minds with all of those questions about compatibility." My tension lessened as he continued to speak. Not entirely go away, but still it decreased. "I am too, Nahuel, but can we go back to that? Are you sure you can take not being with me in that manner?" "I believe I can try for the sake of our friendship." he smiled. It was hard not to give him a smile back, and I failed considerably.

"I'm glad we finally talked this out." he said as he rose and walked towards to door. "Me too." I replied, joining him. "Goodnight, Renesmee. Sleep well!" he said as the door closed behind him.

I leaned back against the door and smiled. I was really glad we had that talk. We now could continue on as we had before. Before all the questions. Before all the feelings. As I stood there, I began to reminisce of times me and Nahuel spent together on his visits to Forks. He had been there for me as I quickly progressed from childhood to adulthood in only a few short years. He told me of his life as a hybrid and what I would face later in life. My heart suddenly began to race as I remember the time he tried to kiss me on his last visit. There had been a momentary lapse in time between our lips meeting and my slap. For just a moment, I had enjoyed it. I smiled as I remembered the feeling of his lips against mine; but my face was suddenly filled with a look of horror. Did I really just think that of Nahuel?