Disclaimer: Nothing, as per usual, will ever belong to me. -_-

If you just realize what I just realized

Then we'd be perfect for each other and

We'd never find another

Colbie Caillat, "Realize"

The sunlight was a rare treasure to behold, when it regularly remained concealed behind the bruised, feathery clouds; but when the spherical, golden beam did make an appearance, Jacob always took Nessie down to First Beach. They had shared thousands of long walks down the shoreline while they conversed about everything and nothing.

Either way, he enjoyed her company—the infectious sound of her laughter and how she entrusted him with her secret aspirations.

"Mmm," Renesmee sighed, the toasty rays of the flaxen orb sinking into her porcelain flesh. The feeling was like laying into a tub of warm bathwater, the welcoming heat kissing the aching muscles of her body. "It's such a lovely day. I can't fathom a single place I'd rather be right now." She smiled at her favorite companion.

Jacob shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess being a rez kid has its perks."

"Whatever. Don't act like you don't absolutely love it," the half-human, half-vampire girl retorted, unimpressed with his blasé demeanor. Jacob rolled his eyes in response. "So, question of the day: what is the best thing that's ever happened to you so far?"

Hands down, she was, but he couldn't really tell her that, could he? Instead, Jacob twisted his face in mock consideration.

"That kick-ass cheeseburger I had for lunch today. It was so freaking awesome, I died a little bit inside when it was gone and there was only onion rings left to console me," the shape-shifter replied, his tone barely sincere in its sarcasm.

Nessie arched a disinterested eyebrow, and then extended her fingers forward to yank a centimeter of his copper skin between her thumb and index finger, "Be serious," pinching Jacob between her sharp nails.

"Ow!" Jacob complained pathetically. "Chill out. Okay. I don't know. . . Maybe becoming a freak of nature."

This answer bewildered Renesmee momentarily. Seth Clearwater normally expressed his jubilee about his transformation into a monumental wolf—the strength pumping throughout all places in his body, the exhilarating speed when rushing passed trees and other animal life, and the intense adrenaline of defeating a barbaric vampire, (which the remaining wolves referred to as 'bloodsuckers,' or 'leeches'). Whereas, the others withheld their inner excitement or simply couldn't wait until the day they stopped phasing.

She never really asked Jacob what he thought about being thrust into the supernatural world thanks to her family migrating back to Forks. However, much like Seth, Jacob had a friendly disposition (when it came to most people) and could always be counted on to turn a dragging day into one of the best Nessie ever had. If Jacob did share any resentment about his sticky situation, he never mentioned anything to her.

"Really?" she inquired a second later, in a concerned curiosity.

"Yeah. I mean, when it first happened, I couldn't wrap my head around the idea of morphing into a hairy monster that tracked down vampires on a daily basis, but things changed after awhile. Every cloud has a silver lining, right?" Jacob explained, shoving his hands into the depths of his pockets. He grinned mischievously, wondering if Nessie would catch his drift.

But as smart as the girl was, she didn't.

"Fascinating!" Renesmee exclaimed jovially. "I want you to be happy, Jacob. Um, but what is your silver lining?"

Jacob chuckled, shooting a dashing wink at her, causing an eerie wave of heat to color her cheeks raspberry red. Consequently, Nessie glanced away, recollecting herself before Jacob had the opportunity to point it out to the universe.

That big idiot! Why did he have to go and be so sweet?

"Thanks," Nessie replied with a nervous giggle. She looked back at him. "But don't you ever wish you could age again?"

"What? Walking around all day with a tennis ball at the end of my cane, sucking on Jolly Ranchers with false teeth, and regretting the things I never had enough time to finish? No thank you. Life is good the way it is," he said, cringing at the very notion of a shriveled version of him sitting on a hard sofa, and watching TV Land. "Why? Do you?

Nessie shook her head to and fro—that wasn't even close to what she was talking about. The half-breed knew, in human years, she was five years-old, but was also the physical appearance of fifteen, which meant she had reached the age of when a young girl's fantasies centered on the Happily Ever After of the love story she longed for.

Turning around to face Jacob, she decided to walk backwards. "Sometimes," which was more of a question than an answer, "I think about falling in love, getting it right on the first try like Mom and Dad. I'd hate to give my heart to someone who could never do the same for me, you know? In the end, I want it to be worth all the trouble." She told him, replaying the scenes of a gushy romance. "I want to recount a beautiful tale to our children before bedtime. Then again. . .I'm not so certain any of that is possible."

Jacob frowned at her. "What makes you say that?"

She rolled her eyes in typical Edward fashion. "C'mon, Jacob. I'm half-mortal and half-immortal—practically a living, breathing oxymoron! What guy in his right mind would fall in love with a girl like that?"

"There's Nahuel," he suggested.

Playing it cool sorta sucked.

"No. . . I really don't want to be forced into a relationship because we're the same mythical creature," Nessie retorted, almost as though she's contemplated this option prior to this conversation. "Besides, Nahuel reminds me too much of you."

"And that's a problem because. . .?"

Yet, Renesmee couldn't be positively certain that she could elucidate why that bothered her—the fact was a rock in the sole of her shoe. When she envisioned herself somehow ending up with Nahuel, she secretly pictured Jacob in his place—holding his strappingly tight body closely to hers like red on a rose, kissing him until she would faint from the unleashed passion, and eventually giving birth to a little girl with Jacob's blinding smile.

Rather than making a fool out of herself, Nessie shrugged sheepishly. "It'd be too weird."

Glancing down to her feet, Renesmee observed how the water gently rolling over her bare feet and moistening the sand. Jacob watched the way her cherry-pink lips curved into a soft smile, her milk chocolate eyes capturing the sun's yellow glow.

God, it should be illegal for her to be that beautiful.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much if I were you, Ness," he assured her. "There's somebody out there for you. He might be a little crazy, but he's gonna be crazy about you."

"Cheesy, Jake, like a whole bucket of nacho cheese. Did you just come up with that?" Nessie queried, laughing.

"I try and try to be a sensitive dude, and look what I get: a goose laughing at me!" Jacob whined. "Let me go find a magnifying glass. I'm sure my self-esteem must be lying around here somewhere." But he couldn't help it; Jacob had to laugh along with her.

Renesmee sat down, forcing Jacob with her. "Maybe you're right, though. I have forever."

"Jeez, talk about a commitment. Most guys can't even stay faithful for a week," Jacob countered, more in jest than honesty.

Jacob was well aware of the possibility that this amazing girl was beyond out of his league, and therefore probably wouldn't choose him. Still, when all is said and done, Jacob would always come running when Nessie needed him. Nothing—not a vast distance, not an invincible barrier, nor Hell itself—could stop him.

"Jerkface," she remarked, playfully shoving his shoulder. "True love is something I look forward, but for now, I'm glad to spend a wonderful day with my bestest best friend."

She hoped that on some level the journey would be easy—finding her soul's counterpart and experiencing a love that felt right and out this world, a love that would cause her to commit reckless acts to where she overflowed with a combination of bravery and stupidity. Renesmee need an effortless connection, like the friendship she shared with Jacob—spending countless September afternoons frolicking in the rain and splashing globs of mud in each other's face.

Then, with a light bulb flickering on, Renesmee gradually realized something that should have been so obvious, as her heart brimmed with delight.

"All girlie talk aside, Ness, I want you to know: I'm here for you only," he stated, and arose from the ground.

He extended a hand and she accepted. Jake tugged Nessie toward him, a little bit too quickly. Renesmee squeaked as Jacob gently steadied her, holding the hybrid female still until her feet cooperated. They laughed.

"Sorry," Jacob apologized.

But Nessie was rendered without a witty response upon her doe orbs locking comfortably with Jacob's dark ones; her heart skipped a beat at the intense tingling sensation coursing through her virgin lips—their mouths were mere centimeters apart. Renesmee acted thusly, and placed a quick kiss on her best friend's right cheek in affection.

Jacob released Nessie's arms, though the feeling of her warm lips upon his skin lingered.

"I'd better get you back home before the 'rents get suspicious," he said, noticing the sun had begun to set.

"Y-yeah. We have a whole week together after tonight," Nessie agreed, maintaining calm. And really, she felt at peace in Jacob's presence.

How could she ever want Nahuel, just a grand imitation of the real thing? It wasn't in her to want anyone like Jacob. Nessie wanted exactly him.

A/N: So… This isn't exactly the moment Nessie realizes she's in love with Jacob, but more or less finds that she as a crush on him. Meanwhile, Jacob isn't quite in love with her yet either, but senses a change in the imprint. He is, however, attracted to her.

Anyway, I kind of wanted to revert the annoying, emo version of Jacob Black in Eclipse and the beginning of Breaking Dawn, back into the smiley kid we saw in Twilight, or explore is happiness around Nessie. Because that shiz was so darn adorable in BD, so you can expect more fluffiness along the way.