Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does... but if I wrote a book called Twylyte then I'd own that so, ha! Take that Stephenie Meyer!
A/N: So, yeah, I'm sure you're thinking, "man that didn't take long" But don't take advantage of me! My kung-fu is strong!
Yeah Alex, I went there.
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Wow! My head is a-hurtin' now!
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Jacob
"Really?" I asked incredulously. I looked at Renesmee again. Her face was truly convinced she was in love with me. Her eyes were far and distant, thinking of something I wish I could see.
"Jake, I do. I love you. It's been, like, a week, but I love you. I can feel it. You give me that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach when I see you. I always want to be with you. I'm not happy unless I'm spending time with you and… you're all I think about. Even when I have a million things to worry about."
"Did you love Bryan like you love me?" I asked, testing her. I saw her face fall and I almost wished I could've taken it back... almost.
"Jake, why can't you just leave Bryan out of this. Out of us. I don't care about him anymore." Renesmee pulled her hand out of mine and pulled her knees up, pressing her forehead against them.
"It's just hard for me to understand how you can be with me when you just ended it with him." I shrugged. I could feel my voice getting louder.
"Are you serious?" Renesmee almost shrieked, picking her head up to look at me.
"I'm just finding it a little hard to understand." I stated bluntly. Renesmee looked at me, her eyes darting around my face, tears welling up in her eyes.
"What is wrong with you?" Renesmee whispered.
"Nothing is wrong with me." I said pointedly. Renesmee's eyes turned red and teary before silent tears trailed down her cheeks.
"Well I'm sorry I'm not trashy enough, or hot enough for you to understand things." Renesmee snapped before getting up from next to me and stomping out of the backroom. I could hear her angry footsteps until the bell chimed at the door, a sign that she had gone. I sighed and put my head in my hands.
There was something wrong with me.
Why couldn't I let Renesmee love me like I loved her? Was I afraid? Was I afraid that if things went well things could very well go wrong? I didn't understand, why I didn't enjoy the feelings Renesmee had for me? Maybe it's because it was easier for me to believe she was just saying that than that she might really be in love with me.
It hurt that Renesmee thought I only liked trashy girls. I wanted her to love me so bad, but at the same time I wanted her to understand that I needed her to really mean what she was saying before she said it.
What if she did mean it?
What if Renesmee really did love me and I was letting her slip away like a real jackass? What if Renesmee was ready to give herself to me -really truly give herself to me- and let herself be with me? Then I'd missed it. Then I'd have to rebuild everything I'd already tried so hard to build up. I remember Renesmee said she'd have to trust me before she'd ever kiss me.
I needed her to trust me.
When I'd gotten up from the floor and turned out all the lights, locking up the Sandwich Shack and walking out into the bitter cold air, Renesmee wasn't there. She wasn't in the car; she wasn't in the parking lot. She was gone.
I pulled out my phone and called her, twice. I sent her a text message Please call me, I'm sorry. I sent that text message eight times but I never got her call or a text back. Before I knew where I was going or what I was doing I got in my car and drove for Renesmee's house.
I pulled all the windows down and let the wind whip my shirt around. When I got close to Renesmee's house I parked a block away and slipped out into the dark, creeping up towards the front yard and across the green grass. I looked up at Renesmee's open window, the light shining bright yellow. I could see her walking back and forth in her room. Dressed in very little as a matter of fact.
She was wearing a cutoff t-shirt, her thin shoulders coming out the top and she was pulling at the ends of her hair. Then I realized she was crying. I sighed and walked back out to my car; I was going to make things up to Renesmee.
Back in my car I was able to think things through better. I already knew I had to say sorry to Renesmee. I knew how bad I'd hurt her feelings and I didn't really know why I did it. I pulled onto the road that led me to my house and pulled into my driveway shortly after. Billy's car wasn't in the driveway and Hellboy was dead asleep when I walked in. I put water in his dish and patted his head as he snored loudly.
Before I went upstairs I grabbed an apple from the fridge, seeing as though I skipped lunch staying out with Renesmee. I finished that off quickly and walked up the stairs, taking off my shirt and laying down on my bed.
The last thing I thought of before I went to sleep was Renesmee. Renesmee and the tears running quietly down her face.
* * *
So Renesmee wasn't at school as early as usual, probably avoiding me. But, she couldn't avoid me in our third hour… right?
The day was going by painfully slow. I was already tired of my teachers by first hour and by the time I got to third I hadn't even thought of what I was going to say to Renesmee. But when I walked in to third hour she was sitting there, in the middle of the desks, taking out her books.
I slid into the seat next to Renesmee and she turned away from me. "Renesmee," I whispered. She tucked her hair behind her ear and turned her back towards me. "Renesmee," I groaned. She ignored me and I slid further down in my seat. "Renesmee I didn't mean it. I was just being stubborn. I-I've never felt this way with anyone before and it's hard for me." I sighed. Renesmee turned her head a bit to listen to me. Good, I thought, now I have her attention.
"Renesmee, you're so much more than a fling to me. I want you to really be sure about your feelings for me. I just didn't want to believe someone as good as you could really love someone like me." I finished. Renesmee shook her head, strands of hair from her loose ponytail falling onto her shoulders. "Ness," I groaned and she shook her head again.
"Alright class, take out your textbooks and turn to page seventy-eight. We're going to read The Monkey's Paw by W.W. Jacobs." Mr. Kenneth-Jones began and Renesmee took the textbook out from under her desk. Damn you Mr. Kenneth-Jones for ruining my chance to talk to Renesmee. Damn you and you're big fluffy head of black hair.
"Seriously, you still aren't going to forgive me?" I whispered.
"Jacob, did you not hear me before?" Mr. Kenneth-Jones scolded me.
"Sorry Mr. K." I smiled sarcastically and he rolled his eyes. Mr. Kenneth-Jones played a tape of some British guy reading the story. I banged my head against the desk and Renesmee ignored me, following along with the story.
So, I had two options.
One, I could forget about Renesmee, forget about these crazy feelings I had for her and miss out on the relationship I might've been waiting for me whole life.
Two, tell her to get over herself and shut up and kiss me.
Or three, become the Romeo she's been waiting for me to be and beg for her forgiveness.
Option one shouldn't even be considered an option, option two might result in a restraining order, so, option three was my only vice.
By the time the story finished I had already come up with a plan. "Alright you guys, go to lunch." Mr. Kenneth-Jones announced, filing papers at his desk. I knew Renesmee would avoid me at lunch so I decided this was a good time to get my plan together. So I skipped. Billy would have a shit fit about that later when he found out I've skipped the last three periods of school for the pretty much all of last week.
I got in the Rabbit and started the heater, the cold air outside was already getting to me. Speeding was my only option and I prayed that Renesmee would be working today after school. The nearest store was a Publix and I parked close-by.
In the store it was pretty empty. I walked straight for the flowers and picked out the first pair that made me think of Renesmee, not that I'm not already obsessive about her. They were Tiger Lilies, bright orange and yellow. I didn't even have to wait in line to pay for the flowers. The old guy behind the counter smiled knowingly and I pulled out my wallet.
"She hasn't forgiven you?" He smiled, ringing up my flowers.
"Yeah, it's going to take a lot." I mumbled.
"Good choice." He grinned to himself.
"Thanks. I know she'll like them. I just… I love her so much. I made a big mistake." I sighed. I felt like I had to confide in this old guy.
"I've been there before. Lots of times." He smiled and gave me the flowers. I handed him a ten and he shook his head.
"I need to pay for the flowers." I argued.
"Love is free. Take them." He smiled. I was totally shocked. I offered him the ten once more and he shook his head.
"Thanks man." I smiled and he nodded slowly. I walked out of the store then and realized that I had a while to drive from the Publix to the Sandwich Shack. There was tons of traffic, school busses, men and women getting out of work, stuff like that and I must've been stopped at one red light for at least an hour. My head was throbbing and my mouth was dry, I don't think I've ever been this nervous before. I turned on the radio to try and relax me some but my ipod was plugged in and that same City and Colour song that was playing the night I talke to Renesmee in my car turned on and made my stomach churn.
By the time I got to the Sandwich Shack school had been out for half an hour. Sure enough, in the parking lot was Renesmee's shiny, silver Volvo.
Here goes nothing.
I walked in and there was a line of people, Renesmee working with her head down, her eyes averted from every living breathing customer. I switched the flowers from my left hand to my right hand. I sighed and stepped forward, leaning over the side counter.
"Renesmee you're going to have to talk to me." I yelled over the murmur of people.
"What the hell?" Renesmee jumped, startled. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I need you to listen to me. Renesmee I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend." I yelled. People began to quiet down slowly and Renesmee looked at me wide-eyed.
"I- I have to get back to work." Renesmee shook her head and looked back down at the sandwich she was making.
"Renesmee please just hear me out." I pleaded with her and she just shook her head.
"Go home Jake, just… just go." She sighed.
"Give em' a chance." An old lady with a blonde wig and bright red smeared lipstick piped up.
"M'am that's not really your-" Renesmee started.
"He's young, you're young. You're both cute. He's got flowers. Give him a kiss and get over it." She rolled her eyes. Thanks old lady... old drag queen, I couldn't really tell.
"I-" Renesmee started and she looked up at me. Our eyes locked for a moment and I could tell she wanted to kiss me and forgive me.
"All you have to do is accept my apology." I smiled, holding out the flowers and Renesmee bit her lip.
"I don't know Jake. If this is the argument we'll always be having…" Renesmee shook her head.
"But we won't! I promise. I love you." I must've sounded pathetic but a group of three teenage girls in the line "Awwed".
"I love you too Jacob, but I-" Renesmee started but I couldn't let her finish.
"You don't trust me, I know, that's okay. We can work on that." I promised. Renesmee smiled ever so slightly seemed to have thought a moment. Maybe I was winning and maybe I was loosing, all I know as that my heart was beating a mile a minute in my chest and all these people were watching and waiting, not a sound came out of anyone. Then Renesmee bit her lip and threw her arms around my neck over the counter.
Then I turned my head to meet hers and she turned hers to meet mine and our lips brushed.
She wasn't getting away this time.
I pressed my lips against Renesmee's and she pressed herself closer into me. I lifted her over the counter and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I love this girl.
Our mouths were hot and soft against one another and Renesmee's lips curled into a smile under mine as the line of people began to cheer and clap.
Renesmee's mouth left mine for a moment and she pressed her cheek against mine. "I love Tiger Lilies." She whispered.
"I love you." I whispered back.
Then we pressed our mouths together again, pure bliss, heaven on Earth.
A/N: YAY! RENESMEE AND JACOB LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
WOOP DE WOOP!
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