A/N: I told you I was going to write faster this time :)

The truth

"Ready to go?" I asked Josh the moment he appeared outside the school.

"Sure," he answered. "Let's do this."

"You sound like this is punishment," I replied frowning and he chuckled.

"Sorry, is not a punishment, I swear," he told me and started walking, making me follow after him, a lot of people from school were looking at us with curiosity. "You want to go to the coffee shop is a couple of blocks away, right?"

"That's the idea," I said, falling into a slow pace next to him.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, he had his hands deep in his pocket where he was playing with what sounded like keys.

"Nothing in particular, just wanted to get to know you," I said biting my lip, surprised that he blushed a little about my answer.

"What do you want to know?" he said, looking straight ahead.

"Uhmm," I pondered, "how old are you?"

"Fifteen," he said with a half-smile. "I'll turn sixteen in December."

"Cool, I just turned fifteen a couple of days ago."

"Yeah? When was that?" he inquired.

"My first day of classes," I told him and he looked at me surprised.

"Your parents made you go to your first day of classes on your birthday? That's lame!"

"Actually, it was my sister and his husband who gave me that gift – my parents died a long time ago – and I actually thought it was a neat present, this is my first time in a school, you know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, really looking at me for the first time since we started walking, his green eyes held so much emotion inside of them, they were so deep that you could easily get lost in them, I felt myself blushing slightly. We were already outside the coffee shop; he opened the door and indicated me to enter first.

"Are you sorry because my parents died or because this is my first time in a school?" I asked, clearly teasing him and he snorted. We got on line to get our coffee.

"For your parents, how did that happened?" he asked with real interest.

"It happened five years ago, in a car accident," I told him with a shrug. I practiced this story a lot before going to school, my dad told me it was good to have a backup story if someone asked me about my parents, he also told me not to give too much details, because too much details made people wonder if you were actually telling the truth 'cause you were trying too hard to make them believe.

"Didn't you and your sister end up in a foster home?" he asked after asking for two lattes, I paid the cashier, telling him it was my idea to go and he would get the next one and he just smiled, took the cups and led me to a little table on a corner.

"No, actually my sister was eighteen at the time, so she was old enough to take care of us," I answered, taking a sip of my coffee only to discover that a latte has milk on it and I hate milk. This happens when you prefer blood above every food; you don't know anything about coffee or other kinds of drinks or meals…

"Did you like it?" Josh asked with concern after looking at me shoving away the cup.

"Didn't know that a latte had milk on it," I answered honestly and turned a deep red when I saw the surprised look in Josh's face.

"You have never had a latte before?" he asked with his eyebrows raised high.

"No," I mumbled, turning even redder. "I'm not a big fan for coffee."

"Then why did you asked me to come?"

"I already told you, to get to know you," I answered and he smiled; his teeth perfectly straight and amazingly white.

"You could have asked me to go somewhere else with you Renesmee, I'd said yes," he told me, flashing another smile and making me blush all over again. What's up with that?

"You are a terrible liar; I almost had to beg you for you to come here," I replied and he laughed lightly.

"I guess you're right, but this is turning out much better than I thought," he said, blushing a little at the end of the statement.

"What did you think I was going to do?" I asked him and his looks changed, looking somber rather than cheerful, like he was just a second ago.

"I think we both know what your intentions are, Renesmee," he said seriously, his face showed no signs of a joke.

"My intentions?" I asked and blushed deeply. "You are talking like I'm some evil mastermind or something…"

"Aren't you?" he inquired, taking a sip from his coffee and looking at me through his long lashes.

"Do you think I'm an evil mastermind?" I asked him back and the corner of his lip twitched.

"Not at all, that's why I believe this is going better than I thought," he said, leaving his empty cup aside.

"Ask me what you want so bad to ask me Renesmee," he told me looking at me deeply into my eyes, something told me that he would tell me the truth, no matter how little he knows me or how it could put his sister in danger.

"It's Nessie," I told him, instead of asking the question I wanted so bad to ask, and I knew that I startled him by the look on his face.

"Wh-what?" he stuttered.

"I prefer to be called Nessie," I said with a smile. "Now give me your hand."

"You are very straightforward with your flirting," he said, making me blush again. The blushing thing is getting a little old…

"I'm not flirting," I stated. "I just want to ask you the question."

"And why do you need my hand if is not an excuse to touch me?" he inquired, with a dazzling smile that made me wonder how come a guy as cute and funny as him was always alone and I shove that line of thought to the back of my mind, it was not a good idea to be thinking how cute he was before touching his hand.

"Are you going to give me your hand or not?" I asked, stretching mine, he gave me his but before I touched him I warned him that what I was about to do may be a little shocking at first and he nodded gulping loudly.

He put his hand on mine and I let my thoughts inundate his mind; is your sister a vampire?

He jerked his hand back the moment he heard me and looked at me with wide eyes, nodding slowly and caressing the hand that I touched, like I just hurt him or something.

"How did you do that?" he asked me and smiled, trying to calm him a bit, mostly for my own sake.

"I'll tell you but you have to relax first," I said, pushing my cup of coffee toward him, he took it, breathed slowly and drank slowly, closing his eyes and relaxing notoriously.

"How did you know I wanted to ask you that?" I asked him before explaining anything.

"My sister told me there were people from her kind in my school, she told me she could smell them on me," he answered honestly.

"But you are not one of them," he added. "You're warm, when my sister's touch is like ice, and you can blush and I've seen you eat at the cafeteria, I've been watching you."

"You have?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Then why did you think I was going to ask you?"

"Because I believe your sister is like my sister," he told me sincerely. "And the scent was on me the moment you two came to the school."

"Your sister felt only a scent like hers in you?" I inquired.

"No," he said, looking surprised and shaking his head. "She felt a smell she couldn't recognize."

"That would be me," I stated, pointing a finger for emphasis. He opened his mouth to say something but apparently words failed him, so I offered my hand and he took it and I showed him everything – well at least everything I could to explain him how I was born, how I was a hybrid between a human and a vampire and how fast I grow. I also showed him my family, I showed him the way we fed ourselves, I showed him everything he needed to know, leaving behind the gifts some of my family members have and leaving behind the werewolves too.

"That's incredible," he said with awe. "You are one of a kind."

"Hardly," I said with a shrug; I didn't show him our little confrontation with the Volturi, so he didn't get to see Nahuel, another half breed like me. "There's a couple more like me out there."

"You didn't explain to me how come you can show me these things with a simple touch," he pushed.

"It's a gift, I have it since the moment I was born, there's nothing to explain," I said and he finished my cup of coffee as well. "Are you ready to leave?"

"I don't want to go," he said, biting his lip and looking at me intensely. "I'm having fun and it's nice to know someone that knows about my sister. Hey, how did you figure out it was my sister the one that was like your sister?"

"You mean my mother," I corrected him and he nodded. "We did a little background research, we were being cautious."

I stood up and he begged me with his eyes for me to stay and I offered him my hand.

"I need to go, but that doesn't mean we have to stop talking," I said and he took my hand and we went back to school, were my dad must already be waiting for me.

Tell me about your sister, I told him through my mind and he squeezed my hand.

"She was turned a couple of years ago here in Seattle, I was like ten when it happened," he began. "We all thought she was dead, my mom went to the cops and they told her she was probably death and that her body will appear eventually, but it never did..."

"That's a cruel thing to say to a person that's looking for someone they love," I told him and he just shrugged.

"We all thought they were probably right, my sister wasn't a bad person, but she used to spend a lot of time with the wrong people… She eventually started using drugs and get caught a couple of times shoplifting," he released my hand and looked at me with sad eyes. "You have a very vivid imagination."

"I'm sorry," I said, really ashamed, he must saw everything I was picturing in my mind, a faceless girl doing the wrong things... "I still don't know how to block my power."

"It's cool," he said, gulping and looking away. "It just hard to relive all those memories, you know?"

"I can imagine," I replied and squeezed his shoulder. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"I want to, Nessie, I really do," he looked at me, still wearing a sad smile. "But you are the first person I've ever told this and it's not so easy."

"Tell you what," I told him when I noticed we were already in the school's parking lot. "You can leave your story there and finish it tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," he lifted his hand and put a lock of my hair behind my ear, leaving his hand there longer than needed. "I'm glad you asked."

"I'm glad you answered," I replied, blushing for what felt the hundred times in an hour. "You won't tell anyone about me, right?" I asked, panic setting in realizing what I've done. I told – scratch that, showed – someone I barely know about my truth nature, not knowing the consequences it may bring. Maybe Jacob was right, I shouldn't have done this.

"Why would I want to do that? I promise I won't tell," he reached down and kissed my cheek, turning around and walking away, leaving me there with my hand on the spot he kissed and wishing tomorrow could come any faster.

A/N: So, the truth is out, let me know what you think! :)