"Let me drive." Jake said. He slid me onto his lap. I'm not gonna lie, the passengers seemed extremely unappealing.
He sat me back down and I sighed. He laughed. "I miss you sitting on my lap too," I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks as we backed out of the woods and hit the road.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"home," he said, contently. Instantly, Panic stuck me. No! We can't go home! Rose hates him, hates him with passion! Or wait! Did he mean Forks? We cannot go back to Forks.
I continued my silent freak out until we pulled up to a medium sized condo. This is not "home."
"This is my home." He whispered in my ear, as if reading my mind, romantically; he snuck out of the car. Swoon.
I walked up to the door closely behind him. We could hear arguing inside. He rolled his eyes and smiled his apology.
The door knob turned-slow motion- and Jacob walked inside.
"Thank god, you're home," A female voice called from the other room. "It's your turn to entertain the kid."
"C'mon guys! Can't you be polite?" Jake called back. "We have a guest!" He walked into the other room, me on his tail.
"No offense Jake, but Sara hardly counts as a guest--and you're not Sara?" A woman, spread out on the couch said. She was surrounded by notebooks, textbooks and novels. Her black hair up in a messy bun, and dressed in sweats. College student.
Leah you remember Nessie." Jake said, as if it was nothing, and sat in an abnormally large chair. It was like a mini couch. He tapped his leg and I sat immediately.
"Oh my god!" She bounced up and all of her work fell to the floor. She squeezed my cheeks, to male sure i was real.
"Ahh! Nessie!" She hugged me. From what I remember, Leah was never the hugging type.
"Oh, hey Renesmee." A younger male, about my age, walked in and sat on the floor, opposite Jake's chair. I looked at Jake for help. I don't remember him.
"You know Seth." He told me with confidence.
"Oh my-Uncle Seth!" I sprinted to him and give him a special Uncle Emmet bear hug. I speed-walked back to Jacob, eager to be on his lap again. I sat and he pulled me against his chest. I shivered, and God knows it's not because I was cold.
We all caught up. I called Uncle Em, and told him I'd be home late. We continued to talk, to laugh. This would be the scene were you'd see us talking, but wouldn't hear what we were saying because the audio would be replaced by an upbeat pop song. Then the camera would slowly zoom out, out the window and up. We get a final shot of the sky and the credits would roll. You would walk out of the theater before my name came across the screen.
But life's not a movie.
There was a quiet knock at the door. It creaked open. I held my breath, completely afraid it would be Rosalie.
A girl with dark hair walked in--head down, staring at her phone. "Jakey what happened at school tod-"She looked up; her eyes locked on me. "What the hell is going on? I sat up. She stormed out. We sat in silence.
After a good 2 minutes. . .
"Ohhh, somebodies pissed!"
We stared at Seth.