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"Flight 84 now boarding."
"Flight 84 now boarding."

Rose and Emmett stood up, Emmett took the luggage and went to get in line. She started after him but stopped not hearing me behind her.

"You know I can carry you if you like." I let a small laugh out, thinking how awkward it would look to the public for a gorgeous blonde my size to be carrying me without even so much as trying.

My eyes stared out the window. The plane was being checked and loaded as the passengers got aboard. It was raining like always, but it looked especially morbid outside. I wondered how it would work in Florida, the sparkling skin and all. Something deep inside begged me to stay but the look on Jacob's face after I found out that he would have to kill me stopped me from running back to him.

"Ness."

"Coming, sorry." I picked up my small carry-on handbag that Alice had so kindly bought for me earlier today. It held my new phone, a wallet, my music player and a photo album completely engulfed in Jake. For this I was grateful, my odd family cared, they wanted me safe but had still allowed me to make my own decision. I opted for Rose and her goof-ball over Alice and Jasper only be- cause I wanted to be able to feel the pain. Jasper wouldn't have allowed it.

The flight attendants gasped as they walked down the aisles and saw my aunt and uncle. They both sat on the left end of the plane, three rows ahead of my section, while I sat on the right next to a newlywed couple whose husband kept 'accidentally' shoving into me. I felt uneasy around them as they showed there love for each other and talked, even though the husband was unthinkably staring at me––this much I was used to, and it was all thanks to dad's genes.

I turned my music as loud as it would go, which caused a spasm in my highly sensitive ears, closed my window––thank god for the window seat––and tried to
fall asleep. The music tuned out easily and my eyes shut letting me drift away, but I kept seeing Jake and it hurt me, I tried to wake up but my mind wouldn't let me, in- stead I stared at his face––unmoving, sad, indisposed. The man rubbed against my arm and woke me up, I happily tried to fake an annoyed face and turned to my music. Scrolling down I found a good song to focus on and sat, my eyes open, listening carefully to the words. Three minutes went by and I was restless again, saying my par- dons to the happy couple I slid out of the isle with more ease than naturally possible, and walked to Rose.

"Hey honey." She smiled before I even reached her, "Bored?" Reaching into her bag she pulled out a book and handed it to me, "It's pretty good, you may not like it...but it's all I have."

"Thanks aunt Rose." I leaned in for a hug, friction between her cold skin and my mild skin formed. Emmett looked over and gave a quick grin before turning back to his laptop, he was writing something but I didn't bother to ask what.

The book captured me for a while, it was a murder mystery, the furthest thing from any romance novel I had ever read, you could tell Rose had planned ahead and I was grateful. Half way into the book and half an hour later I decided to look out the window, the sun burned my eyes and I pulled my sleeves up to cover my wrists–– just incase, the land below was clearly visible and I found my jaw dropping at what I saw. It was lovely, the blue water of the ocean, the white sandy beaches, the houses that looked big even from the air. My eyes came up as I peered at the clouds around us, it was tempting to break the glass of the window and attempt to fly among them, but that was an exceptionally stupid idea. How would we explain to the news we had miraculously survived. I shut the blind.

My hands rubbed my face, trying to keep myself awake. I shook my head and turned back to my book.

"Hello Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Captain Speaking. We will be landing in a couple of minutes, please remain in your seats and prepare for arrival. Thank You."

Thank god. I needed to spread my legs, I actually wanted to run, but it was clear I would not be wearing a swimming suit during the day. The sky, apart from a few miniscule clouds here and there, was a clear light blue, allowing for the sun to hit everything in sight. I checked myself quickly, making sure my skin was fully covered and my face away from the light in the other windows. I barely noticed the turbulence as the plane went down, there were people around me that started praying, crying, hid there faces––another reason immortality was kind.

As soon as the wheels skidded against the pavement people scattered to turn on there phones. Following the heard I pressed my finger against the 'End' button. A cute, small noise greeted me, and the light turned on; four voice mails, eighteen text messages, nine missed calls. Emmett and Rosalie had my luggage so I wouldn't have needed to move if it wasn't for me being in the fourth row. I took my small carryon and headed for the exit while the flight attendants and captains bid us goodbye.

Light surprised me as I headed down the airport and I immediately covered my face, where are they?

Rose and her hulk of a husband had already got- ten the check in items and were standing there waiting for me as if I were hours late. She handed me an umbrella, which looked completely pathetic in ninety degree weather and took my purse, attaching it to the back of another piece of luggage.

"It's just until we get into the car." She said, opening her own umbrella and then one for Emmett, holding it above his head while he walked outside with the luggage. The light was stunning, like nothing I had ever seen. Heat filled my lungs and Jacob instantly popped up in my head, my thoughts sad again. I quickened my pace after them.

A horn rang loudly and we turned to look at it, sure enough it was Renée––the beginning of my name–– and Phil. They looked exactly like there pictures and I wondered what they would think when they saw me.

"What's with the umbrellas?" Phil asked as he came out to help Emmett with the luggage that was already in the back of the car. Phil shrugged, not caring, and went back to the car. Rosalie motioned for me to get in and I did, careful to close the umbrella only when I was completely in the car. Rose sat next to me and Emmett squeezed in next to her, the car was tiny compared to the ones we had at home. Purse open, Rose handed a pair of monstrous sized sunglasses to me and a medium size pair to Emmett, then took a pair for herself like mine.

Renée turned around, the shock clearly still on her face. As she tried to hide it she asked loads of meaningless questions, when finally she hit me with a hard one.

"So why'd you leave? Don't get me wrong I love that I finally get to meet my...granddaughter, it's just when Bella called it was so unexpected."

I gave Rose a look of panic, but she bit her lip, her eyes rolled back at Renée.

"Uh, I don't know. I guess I got tired of pictures, wanted to see the real thing."

She smiled, "Well we are happy to have you." She paused, thinking "Neither Bella or Edward said how long you would be staying for."

"We don't know actually, but if it gets too long we will get a hotel room." Rose dodged to my rescue. "I hope we're not putting you out." She added, trying to be nicer.

"No, of course not."

"Renée here loves the company, 'specially when I'm gone for a while" He was talking about his minor league base- ball, Emmett scoffed lightly enough for them not to hear.

The house was small, but it had enough bedrooms for us and one left over incase another guest arrived. Different colors splattered on the walls in the house, and I was thankful the room I was staying in was a light green, unlike Rosalie's purple paradise. My guards left me in the hands of Renée and Phil, as they went out to scope the area, and I was left with nothing to do but be interrogated. Every time I said something it seemed that either Renée or Phil would laugh. His laugh was heavy, booming; hers was sweet, girlish and revealed aging laugh lines.

"God you are so big." I flinched at her words. "I mean I almost had a panic attack when Bella told me she had a baby, but I was expecting a little girl, how old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"Really?" She was surprised, as she should have been, I looked nothing like a fifteen year old.

"Do you have any pictures of your parents? Bella keeps forgetting to send me them." Of course nothing was for- gotten, it would just be hard to explain why she looked exactly the same as ten years ago when she last visited. I kept telling them they needed to photoshop themselves getting older, but no one would listen.

"No, mom isn't exactly what you would call photogenic, actually I think she chased me around with a frying pan when I snook a picture of her once." I laughed at my own lie.

She scrunched her mouth and looked around, her eye caught my bag and she went to get it. Her hands reached in and she took out my Jacob book.

"None in here?" She asked before opening it. I tried to get up to stop her without sprinting suddenly, but she had already opened it.

A large smile graced her face, "Wow, someone is slightly obsessed with their boyfriend."

"Yeah, I would say more than slightly." My heart fluttered.

"Aren't you going to miss him?"

Yes

"I guess." I replied too quickly to be telling the truth.