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I had said my farewell to my grandmother and was just slipping on my little charm necklace – a little gold tag left blank – when I heard the horn from Renesmee's car. I grabbed my satchel from its comfortable post by the front door and I was gone.

She all but pounced on me as soon as I flew into the car.

"How did last night go?" She asked, pulling away from my house and driving away. I sighed, mentally debating whether it was essential to tell her that I'd gone insane or not. People did not usually react well to that sort of information.

I fidgeted in my seat as I answered, "Fine, I guess. The people are nice but Lisa had to leave early… and there isn't really that much to say."

I shrugged and turned my face to look out the window that was decorated with drops of rain that raced across the glass fluidly, capturing my attention.

"Well its good that you were able to see Lisa, I'm sure she appreciated you going down there." She said, prompting me to continue the conversation.

I sighed with happiness, remembering how good it felt to see my aunt again after such a long time. "Yeah, it was so great to see her again – I forgot how much I missed her." I chuckled sadly.

"So…" She began, and I could tell she was trying to get me to reveal something, "Did you meet any of her friends?"

I tried to appear unfeigned as I answered, "Yes, there were more people than I anticipated" I hoped that I could continue to keep my new infatuation a secret if I could focus on everything else but Paul.

She indicated to me to continue, and I obliged.

"Um, I met Emily and Sam – nice couple. Actually, there were a few couples; Jared and Kim, Seth and Sarah. I think that's it, I could be forgetting someone. Emily introduced me to them and Quil, Embry and Matt. Oh! And Claire, she's this cute little toddler, very adorable." I rambled, pausing every once in a while to remember names. I completely left Paul out of the list, not wanting her to be the least bit suspicious of me. Lord knows Renesmee can sniff out anything.

She nodded, but I couldn't help but feel that she wasn't satisfied with my information. I decided to ignore the feeling and continue on with my story – the feeling of excitement had returned as I remembered everything from last night.

"But Renesmee, you should have seen them! They were so large – I swear they were the tallest, largest people I've ever seen. I can't begin to describe them, it's unbelievable." She looked bemused as I went on about them, a smile gracing her lips but I couldn't help but notice there was something in her eyes that I couldn't label.

So I changed the subject even though I desired to rant about the amazing mass of the people I had met. "And Lisa and Emily made a ridiculous amount of food. I didn't stay long enough to see if everything got eaten but I couldn't imagine that ever happening. But it was all delicious of course – they're amazing cooks."

And that's how it continued for an hour and a half until we reached Seattle. She eventually joined me in my rambles as I began to venture onto other topics. We laughed and shared until we pulled into a parking garage in downtown Seattle. I felt the anticipation of arrival, the final realization that I had left the confines of rainy, gloomy Forks as she pulled into an empty parking space. There were many that were left empty – Seattle seemed to be unpopular this weekend, but I welcomed the fact that there wasn't going to be a swarm of people.

We grab our bags; Renesmee carries a sleek designer bag as I swing my worn satchel around and we walk out of the dank garage and into the sunny streets of Seattle arm in arm. It's become natural for us to hook elbows as we walk around school and it seems natural to do it here – it's something that I haven't noticed until recently, maybe due to the fact that loners don't usually have another elbow to hook on to. I looked over at her and smile, and when she gives me that contagious grin I know that she understands that we had finally found that fabled, sought after and comfortable friendship that had evaded the both of us for many years.

"Should we shop or eat first? I wouldn't mind either." Renesmee asked, leaving the choice to me.

I contemplated, weighing the pros and cons and quickly figuring that it didn't matter in the first place. "I say we shop. I'm not that hungry, are you?"

"Not at all." She said with a smirk that left me wondering what was so amusing.

We walked a few blocks until we reached what would be considered the shopping district, or downtown. The sun was out and the air held inviting warmth, provoking a smile to spread across our faces as we witnessed the rare calm that seemed to envelope the streets. Children laughed as their doting parents watched on, groups of girls window shopped, couples strolled along hand in hand and I was about to die from disbelief. I've traveled to Seattle during the late hours of the evening once for my grandmother's medicine and it was a much faster paced social spectrum that I had encountered.

"What first?" I ask, a bit out of my element but eager for the adventure.

Renesmee looks at me like I broke a sacred rule, "Clothes, Rosie, clothes."

I chuckle at her intensity as she drags me along the wide sidewalk.

And that's how it was for almost seven hours. Yes, we shopped for clothes, but the amount of clothes we tried on and Renesmee bought made my jaw drop. I could hardly see her hands under the colorful array of shopping bag straps and handles. We hopped from shop to shop and bombarded the dressing rooms with giggles and dismal, horrible model poses in front of rooms full of mirrors. Any other time I might have been embarrassed but our spontaneity grabbed us and we had no defense against it. Shop after shop we would invade, searching for whatever we desired. After clothes were shoes, then a short break to get food, and back to the grind.

It would have been exhausting if I didn't have so much fun with Renesmee. My mind was far away from Forks and I was consumed in judging outfits and picking out shoes. Renesmee bought bag after bag full of clothes, shoes, jewelry and all sorts of products, all of which overpowered my two light bags consisting of two notebooks and a sweater that Renesmee made me buy with threat of torture. The notebooks were leather bound with parchment paper – one was lined, the other not. The sweater was thick and soft, surrounding me with what I imagined material made from clouds.

My purchases exhausted my $30.00 budget and with anyone else with as much money to their disposal as Renesmee I might have been humbled or embarrassed but that wasn't the case. Over the duration of our short friendship she's taught me to throw away some of my shallow insecurities and therefore embarrassment was never present. We had fun because of the company, not the material things.

It was interesting to watch Renesmee shop and I realized early in the day that not only was this an escape for me, but for her as well. She laughed louder and looked lighter than I've seen her in a while.

But there was a moment that made me step back and realize that she only looked lighter because there had been something weighing her down – something that had to do with me. We were sitting in a small diner, happy to have found a booth in the back and out of the way, eating salads and chatting when there was a lull in the conversation.

We had been in an easy silence for a while when I looked up to find her staring at me. She diverted her gaze quickly but I was troubled with the look I had caught in her eyes before she had pulled them away. It was like she was waiting for an impending doom, as if there was a literal bucket above my head waiting to overturn and cover me in blackness. It was as if she desperately needed to tell me something and I could've sworn she was going to reach out to me but I would never know. I had never fully realized how much she cared for me until I saw the desperation and concern in her large eyes.

She brushed it off quite impressively but I was left with a heavy heart the rest of the day. It was a lingering feeling, one that allowed me to get somewhat into the excursion but stayed by my side constantly.

It was already six o'clock before we decided to head back to Forks, our feet heavy but our faces alight. We loaded the mass of bags and boxes into the trunk, chuckling at how much Renesmee had acquired in such a short time. My own bags fit behind the passenger seat, sitting neatly on the floor, and we sped away from the fun, dimming day and into the eager evening.

"I hate to say this, but I can't wait to get back to Forks." I confess, laying my head against the rest, my elbow leaning heavily on the arm rest.

Renesmee chuckles, "I understand completely."

A small smile commandeers my lips because I realize that sometimes Renesmee and I don't need words to explain, we simply understand.

For once Renesmee is listening to something other than the news and plays her favorite mix of classical music. The notes float over our silence, enhancing it rather than disturbing it. Our conversation rises and falls like the music, piano then forte. The roadside is less visible than it was this morning, but it's just as easy to get lost in. I'm staring out into the passing scenes when Renesmee speaks.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks me genuinely, and she sounds curious.

I hate how my blush betrays me when I lie, "I was just thinking about what my grandmother was doing right now. She's probably watching a Grey's Anatomy rerun."

While that may be true, it was definitely not what was on my mind. Instead I had been immersed in day dreams of finding a reason to head to La Push, and then recreating meetings with the main attraction, Paul Walker. I'm not usually such a romantic and I'm a little angry for myself for the self-inflicted torture. Its like my mind can't get enough of him, but my heart can't handle it.

"Your grandma likes Grey's Anatomy?" Her head is contemplatively cocked to the side, and I giggle at the comical sight.

"Yup. She said that it allows her to feel the drama and not have to actually live it. It gets her out of the house for a while, I guess." I explain with a sad smile, meeting her own proud one before she speaks again.

"The woman knows how to party."

We finally reach Forks around 8:00 after two gas stations stops (the first for a tank refill and the second due to the lost battle against my bladder).

We just pass the Forks Welcome Sign when Renesmee surprisingly asks, "You don't have to, but do you want to spend the night at my house tonight?"

It's surprising because while we have spent a handful of nights at my house, I've never stepped foot in the Cullen's.

"I'd love to. Are you sure I can?" I ask tentatively, wondering if it would be allowed.

She rolls her eyes and reassures me, "Completely, don't worry about it. Esme and Carlisle love company."

I can't help but doubt that.

Sure, Carlisle was a perfectly welcoming and quite handsome man whenever I had to take my grandmother to him for her doctor's appointments, but considering that Renesmee has never invited me over before now does not put me at ease.

"Okay, sounds good. But can you take me to my house so I can get some stuff first?" No way was I going to fall asleep in these jeans.

"Of course!" Renesmee responded enthusiastically, her mood jumping up from my agreement.

She parked in the driveway, turning the engine off but keeping the heat and stereo on.

"I'll wait out here while you run in."

I nodded and ran off into the house, attempting to be quick so that she didn't have to wait long. I rushed around the rooms, grabbing some gym shorts and a tee for pajamas, a change of clothes for tomorrow, face wash, a toothbrush and toothpaste, my cell charger and stuffed it all into one of my larger bags. I peeked in the bathroom mirror for a second to find that my cheeks were rosy and my eyes were glinting with excitement and nervousness, my skin practically humming.

Shaking my anxiousness off, I briskly made my way to my grandmother's room, turning off lights that I had left on earlier as I passed. I opened her door to find her adjusting the sheets and nearly asleep, her eyes practically drooping.

She looked up at me with a sleepy, relieved smile, "I thought I heard you dear. I'm glad you made it home safely."

I strode forward, swinging my bag to my back so that I could hug her more easily.

"Me too." I stopped for a moment, wondering how I could have forgotten to ask my grandmother for permission to go to Renesmee's. "I was wondering if I could spend the night at Renesmee's."

Her eyebrows rose and she smiled, "Of course, it's very nice of her to invite you. I'll see you tomorrow; stay as long as you want."

"Thanks grandma, have a good sleep. See you tomorrow." I straightened up and made my out her door, nearly hopping up and down in my eagerness.

"I love you." She said, causing me to turn away so that I could see the words translate themselves in her eyes.

I turned fully around, my hand slipping off of the knob and again made my way to her to kiss her cheek before I left. "I love you too."

I closed the door softly behind me before stumbling as quietly as I could throughout the house just to get to the front door. I made a mental note to move some furniture so that I could safely walk in the house when the lights were out before slipping out of the front door and to Renesmee's car.

I placed my stuff in the back seat before getting in the passenger seat, ready to go.

"All good?" She asked, hand ready to reverse.

"All good." I confirmed.

Actually, if I was being truthful, it was not "all good". At least, it wasn't as good when we started down the long road that led to her house. It was dark now, the car's headlights only lighting up the road ahead, leaving the trees that cluttered its borders alone. My anxiety grew with each mile traveled, getting closer to the house and its inhabitants that have eluded me for so long.

One would think that I have met my best friend's family, or maybe I've spent time at her house. But that is not the case. I wanted her family to like me, and I hoped that this would not turn out to be a one time thing. A part of me was glad to finally get out of my own house, but I didn't want to get too excited.

I sometimes wondered what her house looked like, or how her family acted. I probably could have asked the other citizens of Forks but I never really conversed that much with any of them enough to do so. I thought for a while that Renesmee thought they wouldn't like me but I threw that idea out the window because it was ridiculous. I'm not a rebel and I never get into trouble, so that couldn't be the case.

And, like most things, I simply just let it go and reasoned that Renesmee just hadn't gotten around to asking me over.

There were porch lights on when we reached the house. I wasn't surprised that the house, while considerably large and nice, wasn't a mansion, considering that Renesmee was down to earth and I suspected that her family is as well. The garage had four doors, with a branch of the driveway leading behind it, and I suspected that the cars in it were probably as impressive as Renesmee's.

"Here we are!" Renesmee chirped as she parked behind one of the garage doors, not bothering to pull in. I got out slowly, a little out of sorts, and grabbed my bag from the backseat, deciding to keep my shopping bags in the car.

"Rosie, can you help me with some of these bags?" Renesmee called from behind the open trunk as I shut the door.

I laughed as I came around to see her arms already hanging with an assortment of bags, so I grabbed what was left in the trunk. I reached to close it, again laughing when I saw her walk to the front door with her treasures. Only Renesmee could pull off looking graceful with two arms full of bulging bags.

She joined in my contagious laughter before opening the door, and we were we still laughing when she opened the door, not being able to help ourselves. I turned to nudge the door close behind me and sighed as my laughter finally died.

I turned around only to be met with a strong hug. I attempted to reciprocate but the try was mostly a failure due to the bags preventing my arm from bending too much. When they pulled away I saw that she was a beautiful, smiling woman who looked like she was about to cry. She was so regal, yet so warm looking that I couldn't resist from smiling back. Her eyes were soft and a unique, topaz color. Reddish brown hair fell to her shoulder in large waves, emanating a 20's style. Though she was older, she was the vision of perfection.

Her voice was caring and friendly as it floated from her full lips, "I'm so glad to finally meet you. I'm Esme, Renesmee's aunt."

She was still holding me at arms length, taking me in as I replied softly, but happily, "Its great to finally meet you as well, my grandmother loved your cookies and is very appreciative of your thought. I'm Rosie, but, uh, I guess you already knew that," I finish sheepishly.

"Oh here, let me take your things for you," She offers, already reaching for them.

"Thanks."

She takes them and puts them where Renesmee has already set down her bags on the open living room floor by the large, black leather couch of which she is currently sitting on, watching me with amusement. Esme moves to stand at the end of it, her hand resting gently on Renesmee's shoulder. They have turned their attention to the small group that has accumulated by the entrance to the kitchen. If I thought that Renesmee and Esme were both pictures of beauty perfected, I shouldn't have been so surprised that the rest of the family was as well.

Carlisle is standing a few feet away from another young man, who is standing just behind a young woman. Carlisle, Renesmee's uncle, Esme's husband and the only family member I had met before is just as handsome as when I first met him – blonde hair still brushed perfectly out of his face, molten gold eyes, tall and lean frame. His skin just as pale and white as the others, and just as dazzling.

He steps forward and shakes me hand, the cold hand smooth against my own. "It's nice to see you again, Rosie."

"Nice to see you too, Dr. Cullen." I reply politely, if a bit shyly.

"Please, call me Carlisle." He says, jokingly stern.

I nod affirmatively, a bit like a child, "Will do."

"Good." He says as he pulls back and returns to where he was standing.

If I thought the last hug was strong, this next one is unbreakable. I'm lifted up into the air and crushed against a solid wall-like body, giggling like a little girl as I'm spun around.

Soon enough I'm running out of oxygen and try to say "Can't breathe" but it comes out as a raspy whisper.

I wipe my watering eyes and catch my gasping breath when I'm set down before looking up to meet the King of All Hugs. It is the young man who was standing behind the other girl, his goofy grin wide as he looks down upon me. He's just a bit shorter than Carlisle, but the rest of him makes up for it. This guy is the epitome of masculine strength – he could be a wrestler, just ten times less gross looking. If he didn't seem so good hearted and welcoming I would have thought that a guy with this body would have been busy beating someone up, or lifting a whale. His hair is cropped close to his head, but I can tell its dark. His teeth, along with the rest of the family's, are pearly white, almost feral looking. But his eyes are cheery and light, his grin more than happy.

He shakes my hand vigorously as he introduces himself, "Hi, I'm Emmet."

"I'm Rosie. Thanks for the hug; it's the most fun one I've ever had." I say seriously.

I grin when he lets go of my hand so that he can clutch his stomach, throw his head back, and start laughing a boom of a laugh. It makes me smile; I've never met someone who could laugh so easily and so whole heartedly. He finishes and shakes his head, messing up my hair as he rubs my head.

"You're a nice one." He says with a smile, plopping down next to Renesmee.

The young woman still standing by the kitchen approaches me, her eyes traveling me over, similar to an appraisal of goods. She is the definition of traditional beauty. Blonde hair travels down just past her shoulders in shining waves, only enhancing her golden eyes, ruby red lips and pale skin. She is slender like a swimmer, smooth curves around a fit physique. Her confidence shines in her careful eyes and the straightened shoulders, head held high. She looks a bit distant, but there is something there that's inviting and secret, and I feel like I'm feeling this exclusively.

"Hello," She says, voice just as beautiful and smooth as the others, "I'm Rosalie."

I smile despite her distant demeanor and offer my hand, "I'm Rosie, its wonderful to meet you."

I see the hint of a smile as her cold, delicate yet firm hand grasps mine. The hand shake does not last long and she smirks as she takes a seat next to Emmet. For a moment I consider trying to be cool and collected but a tiny part of me screams that this family is special – they deserve more than fake. I feel like beaming and therefore I do – my small smile turns into a full-fledged grin.

"I'm very glad I've finally met you. It's all very exciting." I'm surprised my voice doesn't shake but I'm also glad that it came out as genuine as I had hoped.

Carlisle speaks for them, his eyes looking over them for approval then to me, "And it wonderful to meet you as well, Rosie."

Emmett hops off of the couch, bounding over to me so quickly that I can't begin to imagine what in the world made this man so energized and large.

He swings his arm around me, pulling me into him so tightly against his hard, cold chest that when I smile my cheek can hardly move and I feel like a squirrel.

He looks down at me, completely happy. "You think this is exciting?" He shakes his head. "You don't know the half of it."

"I bet she freaks out when she says goodbye if intros make her this excited!" He directs this at Renesmee, and it doesn't sound like an insult but more like a good natured jab.

Still trapped, I defend myself. "It is exciting! I'm meeting new people; you guys have lives and thoughts I've never heard before!" I become more enthused as I speak. "Every person is chalk full of interesting things. I love it. And I just met four people! That's a lot of things!"

There's a slight pause that causes me to look around, a blush gracing my cheeks when everyone begins to laugh. It must have been my expression or the way I said it, but I don't get the joke, though I smile, oddly okay with their amusement. I have to hold onto Emmett, my arms barely making their way around his stomach, as he shakes with laughter, causing my balance to falter.

The laughing dies down and Esme also approaches Emmett and me, a motherly expression in her eyes. She gently holds my cheeks, tapping them lightly.

"You're a wonderful friend, I can tell, Rosie. I'm interested in getting know you, dear." Her voice is so soft and full of welcome that my heart stings a bit because of it, but in a good way.

Emmett has released me and he wipes and imaginary tear from his smiling eyes.

"You're a hoot, Rosie. Like a little ball of jubilation!" He leaves my side to stand over Rosalie. She rolls her eyes at him but I see the little smirk and I know she's amused. She quirks an eyebrow at me, which I'm unsure of but I don't have much time to think of what that means because Renesmee has suddenly bounded toward me.

She grabs my hand, dragging me toward the stairs.

"Guys, you're stealing Rosie from me! We're having a sleepover; it's supposed to be our own fun!" She jokes, acting half her age. She pulls me up the stairs so quickly that I have to avoid tripping over the levels when I wave at the bemused group left in the living room.

As she's dragging me quickly down a hallway, muttering about her "ridiculous family", I survey the walls. I can't help but be distracted by the things ordaining the walls, some that looks like old relics hung or set beside modern paintings by Andy Warhol and such. I want to take more time to look at an old cross hung above a doorway but Renesmee has pulled me into her room.

She leaves me standing at the doorway while she proceeds to continue straight towards her closet.

Turning towards me as she sets down her bags by her closet door she announces, "Welcome to my room!"

After expecting to never be brought to her room, I had begun to imagine that it was decorated elaborately, perhaps glamorously with pillows and bright colors and chairs and an expensive sound system and things of that sort. But it was outspokenly simple for someone with a character so unrestrained. The walls were a light yellow and fit well with the white bedspread adorned with brown and gold pillows. The hardwood was partially covered with a lush, golden hued rug. But other than a dresser and vanity, and the one indulgent television hanging on the wall across from her bed, her room didn't have many trinkets or doodads.

She had commenced placing her new treasures in their place, hanging them upon racks or down on the closet floor, while I stood there, astonished by the lovely, calm décor.

"So what do you think?" She asked, voice muffled as she leaned further in the closet to squeeze a shirt between the full racks.

"It's perfect. Very…you."

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