Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does. There.

A/N: Well, I got some really good reviews for the last chapter, and some "eh" ones but I'm not going to say who...

This weeks winner is a two-way tie between ExXxJ (who by the way I read FML and I thought it was REALLY good!!) and Midnight-lady123123.

ExXxJ's funny-ass review!:

"And for the extreme question.:(this all takes place around 8pm)
last year when I was 17 I was out with my older twin sisters and we were
walking to the liquor store and we saw this cop that we hate (crooked cop) and
I was like 'oh shit, look it's officer fuck face.' and my sisters were like
'oh damn that is him.' we saw him walk into this Mexican food place with
another cop and we took this as a chance to egg that bitches car. So we said
fuck it to getting chips and soda from the liquor store and we ran back home
and got 3 eggs each (my mom was pissed the next day) ran back to where his car
was and egged it and took off laughing our asses off. I wish I could have
stayed to see his face but I didn't want to get arrested. And don't think no
one saw us cuz 2guys and a girl saw but they were laughing. We got lucky."

Midnight-lady123123's creative and funny review:

My answer would be...nothin im not rlly extreme but I've witnessed Bella
go cliff-divin and almost killin herself (!) Does that count? lol

Lol! Those were some good one's. By the way, if you like lemons, funny ghetto versions of the twilight characters and Renesmee/Jacob angst you should read FML by ExXxJ. Its awesome and super-funny I was laughing the whole time!

ENJOYYY!

Jacob

"Yeah, but, I haven't been out in a while." Renesmee argued.

"What are you talking about? I just took you racing last weekend." I retorted. Renesmee rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Near-death experiences don't count as dates." Renesmee countered.

"Well then, what do you have in mind?" I asked, shifting lanes and receiving millions of angry honks and death wishes from other drivers.

"Watch what you're doing," Renesmee scolded, "What do you think I would want to do?" She asked, putting her hands out in front of her and smacking the dashboard when I braked and threw us both forward.

"Sorry." I gulped and switched another two lanes before stopping at another damn red light. Renesmee sighed and put her head back against the seat. "Wanna go to the movies?" I asked, feeling bad about how I've been with Renesmee this week. We haven't really talked much since the races and she'd seemed a little down.

"The movies?" Renesmee asked, her face lighting up.

"Yeah, I heard Teenage Zombie Babysitter came out this week." I offered. Renesmee snorted and looked at me, laughing a bit at that.

"I heard that movie was terrible." Renesmee retorted, pointing towards the now green light. I floored it and Renesmee lurched forward.

"I don't care, I would watch the worst movie in the world with you if you wanted." I put my hand out to hold Renesmee's and she took it eagerly.

"Sold." Renesmee smiled and I tried not to stare at her too much, it would suck if I ruined this moment by crashing into another car and killing us both.

"Am I dropping you off at work?" I asked, signaling for a left turn.

"Yup." Renesmee sounded happy, which was a very, very good thing for me.

"Oh," I realized I'd been going the wrong way. I swerved and made a u-turn. Renesmee's head hit the back of the headrest and she gasped from the impact. I turned again, stopped to let a car pass, and floored it, now headed on the right track to the Sandwich Shack.

"Jeez Jacob, can you watch what you're doing please?" Renesmee complained.

"Sorry, I think the breaks on my car aren't working right." I mumbled, slamming my foot on the break. Both Renesmee and I lurched forward and Renesmee let go of my hand. "Nope, it works." I grimaced, I already knew what was coming.

Renesmee sighed loudly and put her hands on her thighs. "Do you want me to drive?" She asked. I sucked my teeth and shook my head. I could do this, I could get Renesmee to work safely and then I could get myself to the hospital to get my stitches taken out.

"It's fine, I got this." I tried to reassure her but she didn't look convinced.

"Jake, look I could just call in sick and I'll drive you to the hospital." Renesmee said gently, trying not to upset me. Before I left the house for school this morning Billy told me I was supposed to take my "relax" pills as Quil liked to put it and after school I should get to the hospital to get my stitches taken out. I had been wobbly and shaky all day. I've been leaning on Renesmee's shoulder at lunch, leaning on her for support on my way to first hour and I felt bad using her all day; now I can't even drive!

"I can handle it Renesmee, I have this under control." I slurred and swerved a little.

"Are you sure? Who's supposed to drive you home afterwards?" Renesmee asked, putting her hand on the wheel to steady it.

"Okay, okay." I put my hands over my face when I stopped at a red light and sighed deeply.

"Alright, c'mon." Renesmee got out of the car and pushed me down the bench until she could sit in the driver's seat. She pulled out her cell phone and talked to her -who I assumed- was her manager for a little while about how she was sick and couldn't go to work. I drifted in and out of consciousness while Renesmee drove smoothly towards the hospital.

"I love you." I said honestly. I couldn't think of not one of my past "girlfriends" who would've done this for me.

"I love you too Jacob, even the stupid things you do." Renesmee smiled as she spoke and shook her head a little. I leaned over and put my head on her shoulder, kissing her neck.

"Turn right in here." I directed and Renesmee nodded, doing as I told her. She pulled into the parking lot and found a spot somewhat close to the entrance of the hospital.

"C'mon lover boy, you have quite a while to walk." Renesmee said sweetly and pressed her lips to mine.

"I don't want to." I complained and Renesmee rolled her eyes.

"When you get your stitches off we can do other things." Renesmee wagged her eyebrows at me and at that I had to laugh. Good little Renesmee Cullen just said something overly suggestive. That's something only I would do.

"Alright, alright." I groaned and heaved myself out of the car. Renesmee helped me get into the building and told the receptionist I was here. Sitting down in the waiting room Renesmee held my hand and I continued to kiss Renesmee's neck and up her arm.

"Stop it." Renesmee scolded playfully and I nipped at her exposed collar bone.

"Jacob Black?" A bright blonde receptionist asked from the front of the room, holding a clipboard in her hands. I got up and looked back, staring at Renesmee who was staring right back.

"Are you coming?" I asked hopefully. Renesmee rolled her eyes and nodded, helping me get out of the waiting room and towards the room the receptionist led us to.

"The doctor will be in shortly." The receptionist winked at me and Renesmee grimaced.

"The doctor will be in shortly." Renesmee mimicked the blonde receptionist and I laughed. Doctor Miles, the big, dark doctor who had put on my stitches came in then and shook my hand.

"Mr. Black," he nodded, "And…" Dr. Miles waited for me to introduce Renesmee.

"Oh, Dr. Miles, this is Renesmee." I announced proudly. Renesmee smiled sweetly and Dr. Miles nodded, staring at our intertwined hands.

"Oh, I see," Dr. Miles winked, "well then, let's get down to business. I'm sure you're anxious to get your stitches taken out. If you'll just lay down right here and take off your shirt… well, not in that order… you catch my drift." Dr. Miles joked. I was not a happy camper. I was ready to leave the second Dr. Miles came in, but Renesmee's words were still tugging at the ends of my thoughts; we can do other things…

"Jacob?" Dr. Miles's voice snapped me back into reality and I nodded. I took off my shirt and lay down on the small paper covered operating table. Renesmee grimaced at the look of my stitches and pulled out a magazine from the side drawer by the sink.

"It wont hurt at all, just a little tugging." Dr. Miles offered comfortingly. I nodded though I wasn't convinced. He pulled out something crossed between a pair of tweezers and scissors and held it towards my stitch. There was a short clipping noise before Dr. Miles pinched something off my abdomen and handed it to me.

It was a black suture knot.

There was a little bit of pinching and a short, tugging feeling as Dr. Miles worked diligently over my stitches. I rolled the suture knot in between my fingers and leaned my head back over the side of the operating table to look at Renesmee. She had her legs crossed and was peering over her magazine to watch what Dr. Miles was doing.

I puckered my lips out at Renesmee and she looked down at me and smiled, biting her lip to keep from laughing. I winked reassuringly and Renesmee looked deep into my eyes, beyond the surface, deep down into something no one else could see.

"All done Jakey-boy." Dr. Miles announced. "Jacob." Dr. Miles cleared his throat and my gaze snapped away from Renesmee's.

"That's it?" I pulled myself up and looked down at the faintly lighter thin line of skin trialing from the very bottom of my collarbone to the very tip of my bellybutton.

"All good, it shouldn't hurt at all. If it feels a little sore put some icy hot on it and if it hurts after that, come on right back here." Dr. Miles took off the rubber gloves I don't remember seeing him put on and threw them in the garbage can. "Have a good day Jacob… Renesmee, you too." Dr. Miles pronounced Renesmee's name better than even her parents would before he inclined his head and walked out, scribbling something on his clipboard.

"How ya feeling?" Renesmee asked lightly, putting the magazine back where she got it from. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the hospital cot.

"I don't feel any different." I sighed. It was quiet for a moment before lips were pressed against mine, probing and sweet.

"How about now?" Renesmee asked, her face hovering over mine, her lose tendrils of curly, bronze hair brushing my face.

"Better." I admitted and pressed my lips to hers again.

"C'mon, I gotta get you home." Renesmee said gently after I released her mouth from mine. I kissed Renesmee once more and leaned my head back to look at her.

My beautiful Renesmee.

Her bright green eyes were locked internally with mine, shining and showing me things I'd bet she'd never shown Bryan. Her lips were set in a faint, light smile and her hair was perfectly hanging in a gentle disarray. I never realized how much I wanted this forever up until this moment.

"Yeah, let's go." I said softly. Renesmee stood upright and I hopped off the table, glad I didn't have to mind my stitches anymore.

My shirt was off on the side of the room on a chair and when I reached for it, Renesmee wrapped her arms around me, tight. She held me for a long moment before pulling back and looking down at the floor sheepishly.

"Sorry, I've just wanted to do that for so long." Renesmee said quietly. I smiled and pulled my shirt over my head. I put my arm around Renesmee's waist and kissed the top of her head.

"I've been wanting you to do that for so long." I responded and Renesmee smiled too. We walked hand in hand out of the hospital and Renesmee drove all the way up to her house. I didn't realize how much Renesmee meant to me, how much she really meant to me. We didn't just want each other, we needed each other.

When Renesmee turned off the car she turned to look at me. "I'll see you tonight?" She asked, her face showing hope within every centimeter.

"If you leave your window open." I responded, just like I always did.

"Will do." Renesmee smiled and leaned over to kiss me. I held her lips on mine for a long moment. I put my hands on either side of her face and really tried to show her how much I loved her in that one kiss. When we pulled back Renesmee was out of breath and I smiled.

"I'll see you." I said gently, letting go of Renesmee's face.

"Yeah, drive home safe." Renesmee was still a little panty, but got out of the car and walked around the front of the car, her book bag at hand. She waved once more before closing the front door behind her. I slumped down in my seat and smiled.

Renesmee.

That was the only thought going through my head.

* * *

"You look amazing." I whispered against her neck and she giggled shyly.

"I don't believe you, you're just saying that." She responded once she'd caught her breath.

"I promise you I've never seen anyone else look so beautiful in my life." I kissed the base of her collarbone and the breath caught in her throat. The thin, curly tendrils of hair that weren't up in her loose bun brushed against my neck and I kissed her jaw line, up and down.

"Do you love me?" She whispered, her head thrown back in some sort of revealing, as if she wanted me to have every part of her, as if she was giving me permission.

"More than anything." I responded, kissing up by the spot where her ear was and she brought her head back up slowly. Her eyes were half-lidded and her mouth was slightly open, her breath cool and soft against my face.

"Take me." She said softly and I looked into her eyes, like wet grass, glassy and green.

"Now?" I asked and she nodded, putting her hands behind her. She unbuttoned the back of her dress slowly as our eyes locked within one another, gaze unfaltering. I kissed her bare shoulder and she gasped in delight as she put her hands on the sleeves of her dress, about to pull down. I kissed the line of her collarbone, raising sweet goose bumps along my trail…

HOLY SHIT!

My whole body flung upward and I hit my head on the dresser as Hellboy began to bark uncontrollably. My phone was ringing and my head was throbbing. It was raining buckets outside, thundering and lightning every other second. I pushed myself up and put my hand on my chest.

Bare skin.

Renesmee wasn't here with me, we weren't about to do the deed.

Nope.

I was asleep at my house in nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants. I was sweating, sweating almost as much as it was raining, and I was sure to have a big ass bruise right in the center of my forehead.

This was the fifth time this week I'd had a dream like that about Renesmee and I. Did that mean something? I don't know. All I know was that my phone was still vibrating erratically on my dresser.

"Hello?" I answered without looking at my caller ID.

"Hey buddy, watcha up to?" Jared.

"Um, I was sleeping." I snapped sarcastically.

"Well not anymore then, huh?" Jared laughed.

"What do you want?" I was grumpy and groggy beyond belief. I looked over at the clock and realized it was two o' clock in the afternoon. I hadn't called Renesmee to tell her I was going to stay home that night.

"The guys and I are at the football field behind the school. We've got lots of practice to catch up on for this week's game." I could hear Paul and Quil laughing in the background as Jared explained himself.

"Alright, alright. I'm on my way." I grunted and hung up. I swung my feet off the side of my bed and shuffled into the bathroom, changing into an undershirt and my football tights. I slid on my shoulder pads and then my jersey, running my hand through my hair. It landed back on my head in an odd disarray. I gargled with Listerine and shoved my cleats on my feet.

I stomped down the stairs and shoved Hellboy out of my way as he barked and his face fell into that sad dog frown that I've learned to comfort.

"Alright, c'mon." I groaned and his face lit up. Hellboy hopped into the driver's seat once I'd opened it for him. Ever since I first got my driver's license, Hellboy always gets in the car with me once I put my duffle bag on my shoulder. It's like he knows that I'm going to the field. Hellboy just loves the car.

He loves to sit in the car, eat in the car, breathe in the car, etcetera. I drove carefully -which, trust me, is a huge accomplishment for me- due to the rain but it let up by the time I got to the field. There was a light drizzle enveloping the field behind the school and I could see the guys and Coach Hussmann standing out in the rain. I could see the guys doing drills and I sighed, not really in the mood for this. I grabbed my helmet and grimaced when I looked further out into the field.

The rest of the team was there too, another six or seven guys along with my guys and the entire cheerleading squad. Turns out, I was the last person here. I threw my head back and screamed out loud.

"Hey Jacob, why you got those panties in a twist?" Paul screamed from the center field. There was an eruption of laughter from everyone on the field.

"Because, I've got my stitches off and it's tough for me." I called back, motioning with my hand for Hellboy to stay in the car. He plopped down onto the backseat and closed his eyes like he was ready for a nap.

"Life's tough, get a helmet." Jared snorted as I got closer to him and the team.

"Already got one." I sneered, tossing my helmet in between my hands.

"There's the quarterback." Coach Hussmann clapped his hand on my back and I smiled as best as possible. "Heard you got those pesky stitches off just in time for football season."

"Yup." I gave a weak thumbs-up and Coach Hussmann gave me a questioning look.

"What's your problem?" He asked, pushing me a little towards the rest of the team. Seth jogged our way and gave a smart-ass remark, just like I can always count on him to do.

"It's his girlfriend. He hasn't spoken to her in two seconds so he's a little cranky." Seth smiled sarcastically and I flipped him the bird once Coach had turned around.

I could already feel eyes in the back of my skull, burning a hole in my skin.

Monica.

She waved her fingers at me when I turned around and I waved unenthusiastically back. She winked at me and I pretended not to see it. I have a girlfriend now, things are different, I thought to myself. I shook it off, not letting Monica bother me right now and jogged off to start some drills.

I thought about Renesmee for a second and then reminded myself to call her.

The ball was passed towards me and I grabbed it, running for the touch down line as the guys on the "flagged" team ran after me, falling at my ankles like paupers bowing to a king.

A/N: I'm not going to lie, this chapter is all about the fluff. I really needed something to fill up, Renesmee and Jacob don't do cool shit all the time. Whatever, Alex, you better give me a good review, I swear if you don't...

This weeks question is: What was your worst injury you've ever had?

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