CHAPTER 11:
"Hmmmf!" I grunted as I whipped the baseball up above Jacob.
In his wolf form, he quickly leaped 15 feet up in the air to catch the ball in his big mouth, then landed down on the ground. I could hear him chuckle. Jacob couldn't talk when he was a wolf, of course.
He then jumped up again, whipping his head back and then throwing the ball back to me. It was almost like slow motion. The ball was flying towards me, but there was a huge hemlock tree branch leaning in the way. So I hastily climbed up the tree, jumped up and reached for the branch, grabbed on and swung myself upside down so I could catch the ball with my feet.
After doing so, I dropped myself from the large prickly branch, taking the ball out from between my feet with my hand and landed on my toes. I stood up, brushing myself off, then looked up at Jake. His eyes were large, staring at me with a surprised expression.
"Got it!" I beamed. His wolf smurked, then crouched down, his tail wagging, in a ready position.
I swiftly threw the ball behind me, jumping out of the way because Jacob was already speeding past me, rolling his eyes as he ran past.
Soon after I started jogging after him. When I reached him, he was in a large pond, all wet and soggy with the ball in his mouth.
I started laughing. "You fell... in the lake..." I cried between giggles.
His expression didn't look amused at all, and he growled every once and a while. The ball must've travelled right into the water, and he dived for it. I couldn't stop laughing, he looked to ridiculous, just sitting there, sulking in the pond. After a while he gave in, smiling a small wolfy grin.
Once I calmed down I said, "Okay. Let's go home."
He nodded in agreement, tossing me the ball - which I caught immediantly in my left hand - and leaping out of the water. He shook his fur out, getting me all soaked.
"Hey! Not cool!" I complained. He shrugged, and then trotted into the deep forest to shape-shift.
I started walking in the direction of my house. A moment later, he was jogging up to join me.
"That was totally unfair. The ball was headed right into the lake," Jake bellowed beside me. "Did you plan for that to happen?" He glared at me accusingly.
"No! Of course not..." I defended. And it was true, I didn't even realize the pond was so close.
He shook his head at me in disbelief. I rolled my eyes towards the sky. Then I continued looking up, studying the clouds.
"It looks like it's going to rain." I declared. Jacob looked up too, noticing the dark sky. The sun was gone, and grey clouds were rushing in.
"Yea, we'd better hurry. I heard that there might be a thunder storm." He said. Jacob scooped me up in his arms, and started running.
"What!" I gasped. He sometimes did this, thinking that I was incapable of running too. But I had to admit that I liked it. I felt more human, and I liked putting my trust in him like this.
He chuckled and looked down at me as he moved. I was staring up at his face too. In mid-sprint, he leaned down to kiss me softly on the lips. It was amazing to me that he could somehow concentrate on not tripping while kissing me at the same time.
Soon enough, he was running up the driveway to our front door. He continued through the entranceway and into my bedroom, with me in his arms. He then dropped me lightly on my bed, and lay down beside me.
There was a comfortable silence that lasted a long while. Finally Jacob spoke up.
"So..." he breathed. "How do you feel about this Wes vamp?"
I got used to Jake saying things like vamp. Although I heard that he used to be offended by vampires. He'd called them bloodsuckers or parasites. But I figure that he is more comfortable with vampires now, as he's basically part of the family. I'm sure he has more respect for them.
"Er- I think it'll be... interesting." I muttered.
He shifted, and looked at me from the side. I turned and gazed into his eyes aswell. He looked confused.
"You're not... excited?" He asked.
"I'm curious," I said. "I'm looking forward to it a bit, sure. But not exactly excited."
He thought about it for a second. "Why not?" He wondered.
"I guess I just don't know what to expect." I blurted. I turned my head back towards the ceiling, looking up out of the skylight.
I had a large window on the top of my bedroom, where I could see the sky. At night, I would just stargaze. I always counted the stars when I couldn't sleep. It gave me great comfort. And during the day, I could see the sun in the morning, rising over our home. Right now though, it was dark and cloudy, and I could see small raindrops slowly tapping on the glass.
"They're going to pick him up, this weekend." I realized aloud.
He nodded, turning onto his back again. "I'm sort of nervous." He mumbled.
Why would he be nervous? Jacob has dealt with many vampires before, even newborns. Wes is already about 50 years old, my Uncle E said. So what does he have to worry about?
"Why?"
"It's just..." he whispered. Then he looked back to me. "I just don't want anyone to take your attention away."
I thought about that for a moment. I couldn't imagine thinking about anyone more than I think about Jake. He is always on my mind, no matter what. But what does he mean, exactly? Wes will be like a cousin... nothing else. I was just about to clarify this, before someone opened my bedroom door with a soft tap.
"Renesmee." My father addressed me.
I sat up in my bed, just realizing now that my hand was in Jacob's. I took it out, crossing my arms across my chest.
"Yes, dad?" I asked.
"I finished our song." He grinned.
Jake sat up beside me, looking interested. "Can I hear it?" He breathed, looking back and forth between my father and I, with an excited expression.
"Er- sure," I agreed. "Let's go then." I got myself out of the bed, and turned towards the door. Jake followed me down the hall, where I joined my father in the living room.
My dad handed me the piano book, and I turned to the page with my song on it. I then placed it on the mantle on the keyboard, sat down, and placed my hands on the keys.
With my father and Jacob standing behind me, and my mother making her way over, I started to play our beautiful creation, as though I've known it forever.