Okay, I did not want to write anymore about stupid presents (and looking at your reviews neither did you) so I'll just tell you what she got:
Edward: Iphone and black Macbook
Bella: Benefit hamper
Alice: Harrods vouchers
Rosalie: Clothes
Esme: She has repainted Nessie's room. It now has lilac walls and wooden floors (surprisingly how I want my room done…)
Rory: Explosion making kit.
Lizzie: ? Hmm, you'll have to wait and see.
If I've missed someone please tell me…
I do not own Twilight.
Look on my profile to links of what her presents look like.
The opening of presents continued until every single person in the Cullen household had forced a present (or two in some cases, cough dad cough) on me, except Lizzie. We all looked at her, Rory nudged her so that she focused on the gaping vampires around her, confused and slightly stunned.
"Liz, a present?" Rory whispered, though we could all hear.
"Oh. Sorry, Nessie I completely forgot." She muttered, looking at me with troubled golden eyes. It softened me, and I didn't really mind about not having a present from her, it was just odd. Every single birthday I had had since Lizzie had been here she had gone all out in order to get me something extravagant and different. Last year it was a ship, which Alice told me to call Titanic. It didn't surprise us when it sunk.
"You forgot?" Rory's voice was shrill, and surprised. He knew Lizzie inside out and he would never have predicted that this would happen.
"I'm so sorry, Nessie!" Lizzie said, her voice trembling. I glanced round at Jasper, to see if he seemed to be affected by Lizzie's emotions. He was usually sad when someone else was, but he seemed perfectly fine, chatting to Alice quietly and serenely. Lizzie had always been a good actress.
"Don't worry about it." I murmured, taking my eyes from her penetrating orbs. Rory was just about to speak, when we all turned as we heard a loud knocking. Only Dad and Alice were still relaxed.
"Nessie, the postman has some things for you." Dad whispered to me, nudging me toward the door. I gracefully swept myself up, and skipped toward the front door.
"'Ello madam." The postman greeted me gruffly, before presenting me with a large bunch of flowers, and about thirty cards.
"Thank you." I said, but he held a finger up at me, signalling for me to wait. He sifted through various letters and envelopes in his bright red post trolley (sorry, I have no idea what they're called) and then produced a neon yellow tennis racket, and he handed it to me whilst smiling timidly.
"You've got some admirers." He commented, chuckling as I tried to carry all these presents.
"Er.. I guess." I muttered, before turning to go back inside.
"Aw! He's so sweet!" Alice screeched as I threw everything on the sitting room floor.
I picked up a thick, homemade envelope with transparent, fragile fingers. It was made of a yellowing paper, with my name scrawled on in gruff, curly script in a pink sparkly pen. I could tell this handwriting anywhere. Jacob.
I ripped open the envelope eagerly and found a heavy, glittery card inside made by my wolf. On the front of the card was what looked like a child's drawing (Jacob wasn't the best drawer) of a wolf and a vampire holding hands. My heart lurched as I read the poem inside. Who knew Jacob could be so creative? So, unbearably sweet? The last lines told me that the tennis racket and flowers were from him. Why had he given me a tennis racket?
The rest of the cards were from members of my class. Form 10H. Very nice, if not a little creepy.
"Well, thank you everyone." I said as I pulled the last card out of a royal blue envelope.
Happy Birthday!
Love from Felix.
I had no idea who Felix was.
"Anyone heard of Felix?" I asked my family, though I knew only Lizzie or Rory would know.
"Felix?" Lizzie's voice was tight and restrained. "No." She said, her shoulders shrugging. I looked at her questioningly but she just smiled apologetically.
"Oh. Oh well." I sighed, and grinned up at my family who smiled back just as widely. "I think I'm going to go find Jacob… if you don't mind?"
"No, go darling." Mum encouraged. To be honest, I didn't really like mum getting into mine and Jacob's relationship. Dad had once mentioned to me that Jacob quite liked mum before her and Dad got married. As I thought this Dad put his index finger to his lips. I sighed.
"'Kay. Bye." I leapt from the house, and ran straight to where I thought Jacob would be… his house. But he wasn't, in fact it took me a while before I found him as a wolf in the forest.
"Can you phase back, Jake?" I asked sweetly, knowing that he would want to come up with some smart, sarcastic answer. Something along the lines of but I thought a few days ago you wanted me to change. He sighed but then transformed.
"I got your gifts."
"Did you?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's good. Told you the post service here isn't that bad." What was he on about? My forehead creased in frustration, but I managed to keep smiling slightly.
"You did. I am sorry for what happened. It was stupid, Jake. Really stupid."
"I know. And I forgive you." Now, this struck a chord. It wasn't my fault! I had done nothing! He was just about to scoop me up into one of his hugs, until I dashed backwards, jumping up into a tree.
"What do you mean? I have done nothing wrong!" Anger was boiling inside of me again; Jacob seemed to provoke the angry side of me.
"You and your lies!" He screeched, and at that I jumped from the tree and landed on the brown earth with a thud.
"Look, Nessie, I saw him lean forward, then you saw me and pushed him back." His voice was full of sorrow, but something in his eyes made him look terrifying.
"WRONG! He leant forward; I pushed him away and then saw YOU! Use your eyes you… you…" I trailed off, my voice transforming into a wince of terror as Jacob loomed over me, his face menacing and distraught.
"Renesmee Cullen, you stupid little girl!" His voice was level and composed, and I shrank back into the trees, being filled with terror and horror. Suddenly, I heard my dad pull Jacob away, and throw him onto the forest floor, so that creepers tangled themselves around his wrists, and he lay on the ground, waiting for the bleeding to cease.
"Honey, are you alright?" Did he hurt you in any way?" Dad asked, checking my arms and legs for any bruises.
"No dad, I'm okay." I muttered, looking at the heap of tangled black hair, and slowing blood on the floor behind him.
"Lets go home." He said, placing my unusually cold hand in his.
"Why did he get me a tennis racket?" I asked, as we shuffled into the house, me holding back my betraying tears.
"I don't know. But I do know that Alice has booked you up for tennis lessons tomorrow morning."
"I don't feel like going."
"She says you have to. She really wants you to, Nessie." He looked at me with pleading eyes, and I knew that Alice would give him stick if I didn't go.
"You got that right." He answered me, grinning quickly before leading me into the kitchen, so that I could be cooked my favourite dinner with my favourite people, however Lizzie was absent.