Alright, guys. The end is coming up to this story. Not sure how many more chapters (since I generally just write instead of having a plan), but I can tell you this. There will not be a sequel to this sequel. Sorry!

However, I do take suggestions... If you like a book and want me to write a fanfic about it, feel free to message me. I won't bite. (: I'm thinking about writing a Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes fanfic (by Laurie R. King)... any thoughts?

I'll let you read now. Enjoy!

Nessie's POV:

I was getting to an age where, walking with my family and Jacob, I was beginning to notice guys around. I tried to avoid these thoughts around my dad, as last time that had happened, I had gotten "The Talk." The infamous talk, awkward when it occurred with your parents. Never again would I make that mistake.

I almost felt bad for it when I was around Jacob. I wasn't sure if he felt more for me than as simply a sister, but ... he WAS rather overly aggressive when I eyed a particular boy too much.

A particular boy, by the name of.. Derek Denford.

I was really into photography lately. It was probably partially because I had wanted to do something that no one else in the family did, and that ruled out a lot. You see, if I'd copied one of the family, the quality of their results would eclipse mine. So, being in Paris, I wanted to photograph the view from the top of the Eiffel Tower. I grabbed the camera Alice had given me for my sixth physical birthday. It was still fairly new, having not used it much in the year since she'd given it to me. Dragging a complaining Jacob along, I set out for the Eiffel.

We climbed up the stairs uneventfully, and I found precisely the view I was looking for. Holding the lens to my eye, I looked at the view. Dang it, if only I could get that river in by moving over just a bit...

I shifted my body over to my right, right into another body - one that did not belong to Jacob.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I instantly apologized, removing my camera from my eye. I looked up at who I'd bumped into, and my breath caught. Damn...

He had curly, dark hair, cut just long enough to peek out from under his baseball cap. His eyes were the color of emeralds, and his skin tanned perfectly. He looked about a human's 15, which was what Alice and Rosalie always said I looked like. And did I mention his eyes glittered with the sun?

"It's fine, I think we're both trying to get the same view. You first, you look like a professional," He grinned, and only then I noticed the camera hanging around his neck.

"Do you consider yourself a photographer?" I smiled, looking up at him. "By the way, I'm Renesmee, Nessie for short. Nice to meet you," I stuck out a hand for him to shake.

"Renesmee. What a gorgeous name. My name is Denford, Derek Denford." I chucked at the James Bond reference. He smiled, glad I'd gotten the joke.

"And in answer to your question, I'm actually a surfer, not a photographer. I'm on vacation, and I figured I'd bring something back to California for my mother. She loves the Eiffel Tower, you see."

"Oh, you're from California? My family's from Forks, Washington. It's a small town, but it's certainly pleasant." I smiled as we continued chatting, with only the intent to get to know each other better in mind.

After what seemed like only a few minutes, Jacob tapped me on the shoulder.

"Ness, you done? We've been here for hours." His sentences were clipped and I could sense why. I rolled my eyes at Derek.

"And Derek, this is my overprotective best-friend-slash-brother, Jacob."

"Nice to meet you, Jacob." Derek smiled politely at Jake, but didn't offer his hand. The two men locked eyes, Derek with a slight smirk on his face, Jacob glowering. I sighed.

"Jake, let's go. It was great meeting you, Derek," I added sincerely, offering my hand to shake again. He smiled, and took hold of my hand, raising it gently to his lips.

"It was great meeting you, too. Can I give you my cell number?" he asked, looking excited. I laughed, and handed him my phone. He gave me his in return, and we both inputted our numbers.

"Thanks," He grinned as I handed his cell back to him. I grinned back, waving as we left.

"See you later, Derek!"

On the way home, I pulled out my phone to call Esme, and tell her we would be home in time for dinner. Scrolling through my contacts, I found Derek's entry:

"Sexy SoCal Boy - Derek ;)" I laughed aloud, charmed by his flirting. Jacob gave me a questioning glance, but I shook my head, putting my phone away before he could see the screen.