CHAPTER 2:
I woke up the next morning to the sound of knocking. My mom answered the door.
"Hey Jake! Such a surprise to see you here... How are ya?"
"Hey Bells.." My mom and Jake started chatting at the door.
I should probably get out of bed now. I had such a good sleep, dreaming about various things; the book I was reading, the bonfire party, and of course Jacob. I always dream of him.
I quickly took a shower and brushed my teeth while they talked downstairs about who-knows-what. My mom always tells stories of her and Jacob - they have been best friends for a long time too. It's sometimes weird to think that my whole family has been around so much longer.
I walked out of my room and down to say hi to everyone. My dad had joined their conversation.
"Good morning mum, dad. Hey Jake!" I smiled.
"Hi Nessie!" Jake beamed, and hugged me. He always seemed to look at me with such...care. I feel like I don't deserve it sometimes. "How was your sleep?"
I touched his face with my hand, telling him. I showed him my dreams, my thoughts. His eyes got so wide and he gave me the biggest smile, as though he has never experienced such a thing. That's one thing I love about Jake - I never get old to him. Even though I have shared my special ability with him thousands of times, he seems to get even more fascinated every time. I flashed my teeth back at him.
My parents had left us, understanding. They liked to give us privacy.
I took my hand back, and asked, "What do you wanna do today?"
"Well let's see... there are so many options. Want to walk it out?"
"Okay." I responded. We stepped out the door.
We walked down the dirt path, in the opposite direciton of Grandpa and Grandpas house. Down towards where we usually hunt.
"Do you need to hunt?" Jacob asked, concerned. He was always looking out for me.
"No, I think I'm okay for today." I replied. I know how he thinks me drinking blood is a bit gross. So I try not to hunt with him around.
"Alright." He said. "So Renesmee, I was talking to Quil last night. He said that Claire wanted to hang out again! We should plan dinner or something..."
Quil is one of Jakes best werewolf friends, and Claire is his imprint. One time Jacob thought it would be nice to spend some time with them. And he was right; we got along great - although she's technically a bit younger than me, Claire and I really hit it off. Claire is about 15, I think. I thought it was sweet to know someone kind of in my position with the whole imprint-thing, and apparently she felt the same!
"Oh, that's awesome! Will they be at the bonfire this weekend?" I asked.
"Yup. That'll be fun." He chirrped. "You excited for the birthday gifts?" He joked. He knew how not-very-fond I was about recieving gifts.
"Ha-ha. You better not have gotten me anything!" I warned.
"Uh oh." He chuckled. He always gets me something, no matter what I say. "Nessie, you're just like your mom. It's so cute."
"Oh? And what do you mean by that?"
"You never think about yourself! Always worrying about others, and I love you for that. But you gotta take care of yourself too." He beamed.
I stuck out my tongue at him. Jake is always talking about how I'm like my mom. I love her and everything, but sometimes it's awkward to think that they used to be... really close. Of course my mom always loved my dad, Edward. But there was one time when they were seperated and things got hard. They haven't told me too much about it, because they didn't want to 'ruin my innocent ears', as Jake would say. But now that I'm getting older, maybe they would lighten up a bit.
"Hey Jake," I started. How was I going to say this? "You know that time when my mom said she... broke her hand when she was human?" He chuckled in remembrance. "What exactly...happened?"
"Oh, you don't want to know Ness." He grinned.
"Come on! I'm older now.. I do want to know the story." I begged.
Jacob sighed. I hoped I wouldn't regret this.
"Well... before you were born, I kind of... had a thing for your mom..." He started awkwardly.
"Yeah, I know Jake. It doesn't bother me. Continue." I said. It's true, I didn't really care. Because he has told me again and again about how the whole imprinting thing has changed everything. And he can see that my mother is happy now.
"Ok. Renesmee, I tried to make a move on your mom too early. I had tried to kiss her, and it hurt her. She didn't like it, so she...punched me. And well, you know me - I'm rock hard," he said confidently, "even more so to a human. So, Bella messed-up her wrist."
I thought about that. I knew he must've gotten her angry, but I didn't know that he tried to kiss her. My mom. I just couldn't imagine it. Things were definitely much different back then, I guess. Because I just couldn`t see that happening.I almost felt... defensive.
"Oh, I see." I muttered.
"Sorry that it's weird for you, Ness. I don't want you to feel like this. But you wanted to know."
"No, it's okay Jake. I just can't imagine it."
"Ok. I just... I just never want that you happen with you, Nessie." He blurted.
"Uh, what?" I looked up at him.
He got all serious.
"Renesmee, I don't want to push you into anything. I don't want to make the same mistake I made with your mom. I want to go at your pace, when you're ready." He said clearly.
Oh, I didn't expect that. It made me feel... warm. Now I really didn't know what to say.
"Er- okay."
I grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes. He looked down at me as I showed him what was on my mind. Sometimes I did this when I was speechless.
I showed him how I think I feel the same way. About him. And how I could see our relationship change. I guess I've been bottling up lots of this lately, so I just poured out images in my head, and dreams that I've had. I blushed. Sometimes it was awkward, but it was better than sharing my thoughts aloud.
"I'll keep that in mind." He smiled down at me understandingly and we continued walking down the path, hand-in-hand. I loved sharing what was in my head with people, but sometimes I wished I could know more of their thoughts, too.
I wondered what others would think of us, if they saw us holding hands. Wouldn't it look like we were in a... relationship? Well, it's not like anyone sees us often - I don't go to school. My dad and grandpa said it was unnecessary; with me being able to learn so fast at such a young age. My grandpa loves lending me books and teaching be about his work, so I get my fill on all the science and history stuff. And my dad is also a genious. He has taught me how to play piano, something I absolutely love to do.
Jake sighed has he listened to my thoughts. He loved watching me play piano. He finds it facsinating.
Occasionally me and Jake will go to a movie, or the mall. Just for something different to do. People will stare at us though, and I get worried. I ask Jake, but he says it's because I'm 'so beautiful'. Whatever.
After about 2 or 3 hours of walking, talking and thinking, we decided to head back home.
"I'll race you." Jake smirked.
"Oh, it's on!" I yelled. I burst out running as fast as I could. I looked beside me, and there was no Jake. That's unusual; our races are usually pretty close. I looked behind me, and I saw him transform into a wolf in mid-sprint.
Now we were racing right beside each other, moving at an unimaginable speed. I watched the tree's fly past us in a blur.
What took us 3 hours to walk, only takes us about 20 minutes to run. In no time, we're at the house.
Jake trotted into the forest for a second to transform back and put on some pants.
"Okay, I definitely won." Jake announced when he leaped out of the bush.
"Are you kidding me? If anything that was a tie." I said.
"Hey kids!" My mom called. She leaped off the roof.
"Bella, what the hell were you doing on top of the house?" Jake asked in surprise.
"Oh, she does that all the time..." I rolled my eyes. My mom was so immature sometimes. She'll climb up tree's and crush rocks just for fun. She always exclaims how she loves being a vampire. It's been like 5 years, and she still can't stop yapping about it.
"Just talking to Edward..." She mentioned to Jacob.
I hugged Jake for a long time and he kissed the top of my head before I let go and walked into the house.
"See ya Ness." He called. I waved.
I strolled around the house, looking for my father. His scent was coming from the living room, so I peeked in there. He was playing my mom's favourite song on the piano. It was so beautiful.
I sat down beside him and watched; memorizing the way his fingers moved so I could play it afterwards. When he was finished, he looked at me and smiled.
"I love that one, dad. I can see how that's mom's favourite." I grinned.
"Thank you. Here, you try." He slid of the bench smoothly and let me move to the center. He looked over my shoulder as I started to play.
I remembered the whole piece, playing just like him. My fingers moved quickly and delicately across the keys, making every note clear. I loved playing the piano, I feel such peace when I practice.
When I finished with the last note, I looked around the room. My mother and Jake had joined us, listening to me play. Jacob started clapping loudly, and I blushed and looked down in embarassement.
"Good work, Renesmee." My mom sighed.
"That was spectacular, darling." My dad congratulated me.
"You're fantastic." Jake said.
"Er- thanks." I mumbled. I don't like showing off, but I'm happy that my family appreciates me.
"Well, I'd better get going. Wolf meeting. I'll talk to you all later." Jake said.
"Bye." We chorused. He walked out of the house.
My mom left the room to leave me and my dad alone. I love chatting with my father, he is so loving and intelligent; he has taught me everything I know. I can trust him and talk to him about anything.
"Renesmee, I'm so glad that you keep playing. It's beautiful." My dad said to me.
"Thanks Dad. I find it easier to watch you play and then repeat."
"That's great. Keep working on it. Building your memory can help you create new pieces from what you've learned. Have you thought about writing a song?" He encouraged.
"Yes. I was imagining mixing the lullaby song with a more intense piece. It sounds interesting in my head, but I just need to get it out on the piano." I explained.
"Well, why don't we work together?" He suggested, motioning me to show him my thoughts.
I agreed, placing my hand on his stone-cold face. We listened to my imagination together, and started composing my dreams on the keyboard.