Disclaimer: Well, you know this already, it's barely even effective for me to write this anymore but, I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does and all that good stuff.
A/N: This week has been super-duper busy. I've been awaiting impatiently for my 15 reviews and during that time I got a Stomach Virus. A really, really bad one. So I spent the weekend watching bad movies and listening to some good music. Some reviews were good, others sucked pretty bad but I'm happy to say that out of all the ruble I managed to get one decent answer to my question: "What embarrassing nickname has your mom/dad/grandma/granpa/legal gaurdian given you?"
This weeks winning answer came from PhivestarPhemale:
"the last time i wnted 2 go 2 da movies i wore a pair of shorts. when i came out 2 leave my dad sang 'who wears short, shorts? Rachel wears short, shorts' frm the commercial for venus shaving cream where they say 'who wears short, shorts? We wear short, shorts!' its a remix... now evrytime i pass by him he sings it... thnx dad."
LMFAO!
There you have it, y'all. So this week's chapter is dedicated to PhivestarPhemale and her lovely short-shorts ;) And also to Alexnash95 for her BRUTALLY honest review. But hey, I guess I can't always get good ones.
Oh! I'm putting a disclaimer on something cool that happens this chapter because I got the idea from a movie: Tre Metri Siempre el Cielo which means pretty much "You and me two steps above heaven."
ENJOYYYY!
Renesmee
"I love you." He muttered against the side of my neck and I nodded fervently. I knotted my hands into the back of his head, his hair thick and soft between my fingers. He kissed and licked his way up my neck and behind my ear.
He grabbed the spot behind my knee and hitched it up around his waist. I gripped onto the front of his leather jacket and pulled him in closer. It was hot and humid, the air was thick and the heater thrummed noisily in the background of the Rabbit, idle in front of my driveway.
"I… have to… get inside." I panted. Jacob growled low and deep in the back of his throat. "Jacob." I groaned and Jacob put his forehead on my chest, sighing heavily.
"Do you really have to?" Jacob mumbled against my chest and I nodded, trying to gently push him off me. He groaned and pulled back, slumping against the driver's seat.
"I'm sorry." I apologized, pulling my sweater back on. Jacob shrugged and turned the heat off so the windows would de-fog. He slumped back against his seat and I sighed, leaning forward on my knees. I pressed my lips against Jacob's for a split second. His lips were still puckered when I pulled away and I laughed at his expression.
"I'll see you soon, don't look so upset." I pleaded. Jacob looked at me sideways and smiled that sweet endearing smile I've always loved to see spread across his face.
"Will I see you tonight?" He leaned forward; his lips were barely brushing against mine as he whispered.
"Yes, if you make your way up, Romeo." I bit my lip and leaned forward until our lips were pressed close enough to be considered a kiss.
"If you leave your window open Juliette." Jacob smiled, answering with the utmost romance dripping from every word.
"Don't I always?" I raised my eyebrow and Jacob pecked me quickly, closing the distance between us.
"Okay." He said quickly, smiling, obviously happy with himself.
"I love you." I called out as I scooted off the bench to the front seat of Jacob's old, rickety car and out the door.
"Love you too." He winked before backing out and speeding away. I walked up into my house and straight for the kitchen. Erratically, I pulled out chicken and butter, pots and pans, anything I could get my hands on. If my dad found out that after school Jacob and I would sit in each other's cars and make out for hours before we finally realized it was getting late, he would most likely beat the living shit out of me, then Jacob.
I turned on the timer and rubbed the chicken with hot water, my fingers scortched beyond repair with kisses. I marinated the chicken to the best of my ability before sticking it in the preheated oven and mixing a plain salad and some other kind of dressing left over from last week that my mom made.
I was panting by the time I finished everything, the chicken in the oven, the salad in the fridge and my hands on my chest, trying to calm the inconsistent beating of my heart. A thought suddenly hit my so hard I had to recoil from it.
My clothes.
I gripped a fistful of the front of my shirt and brought it up to my nose, sniffing loudly.
I smelled like pine and men's cologne and wet grass... Jacob.
I thundered up the stairs like a wild woman and ripped my clothes off, substituting them with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the dirty clothes pile. I smelled it again, that "Jacob" smell. All my dirty clothes smelled like Jacob. That sweet, musky smell was dripping from all of my clothes in my closet. I ran for my dresser, pulled out a t-shirt pulling it over my head, and pulled on a pair of shorts.
The garage door was opening downstairs and I panicked, running down the stairs and grabbing my book bag, pulling out random books. As the door opened, my books were out on my lap and I was reading intently. The timer for the oven went off and my dad walked in, setting his keys on the table.
"Hey Nessie, smells good." He approved and I let out a gust of air I didn't know I was holding in until now. My dad rounded the corner and finally caught a glimpse of me. "Oh, homework." He nodded nonchalantly.
"Yeah, homework." I nodded. It was hard for me to lie to my father but I had to if I wanted to keep my head on my body. It surprised me that it had been two weeks of this cherade and he didn't have not one clue what was going on every day before he got home.
"Cool." He nodded and took his suit jacket off, hanging it off the back of one of the kitchen chairs. "I'm assuming you talked to Jacob today." He raised his eyebrow at me and I shrugged. That was his usual question when he came in, like he was waiting for me to just suddenly stop talking to Jacob one day. If I did he'd probably rip of his suit and do cartwheels in his underwear around the house.
"I have third hour with him, and we sit together at lunch." I closed my books and put them into my book bag slowly, afraid of what my dad would say, "Of course I talked to him." He knew something I didn't. That bothered me, how my dad has that I know what you did even though you don't kind of power. He was born with it, almost like he could read minds.
"That's it?" He asked, turning around to check the oven so I couldn't see his face. Oh and my face was ice cold and drained of color, he knew something and I knew nothing. My palms were sweaty and he hadn't even been in the house five minutes!
"Yup." I lied, popping the "p" at the end. The hair on my arms was standing on end as he rounded the kitchen counter to stand in front of me.
"Renesmee, the hood to your car is ice cold. You obviously haven't used it all day." He scolded I sighed and hung my head.
"Dad, what's the big deal? I lo-like him a lot. If he wants to drive me to school… he can drive me to school." I shrugged. I didn't really see anything wrong with it, of course my father would. My father and his damned rules.
"Renesmee, I told you I don't want you hanging out with him." My father's face was an alarming shade of red as his neck muscles tightened. I don't think I've really seen my dad this angry. I've seen him upset but I've never seen him this livid.
"Dad, I don't see what the big deal is." I argued. Edward slammed his fist on the counter and I was shocked. My dad wouldn't hurt a mass murderer if he stabbed me. He'd probably just stand there and beg and plead but he'd never hit anyone let alone any thing.
"He's nothing but trouble and I don't want you with him. That's the end of the discussion!" He bellowed. I stood up and stomped my foot on the ground, staring right into Edward's eyes. Let me tell you it took some guts to do that because looking my dad in the eye when he's angry or talking down to you is like waving a red flag in front of a bucking bronco, you just don't do it unless you're either A, crazy or B, a Mexican.
"It doesn't matter what you want because what I want is to be with him!" I screeched. Imagine me with a shovel, okay, good. Now imagine me digging a hole. Alright, now imagine that hole is right underneath a tombstone with my name on it. Yeah, I was digging my own grave right about now, running on five feet.
"Renesmee, watch your tone." Edward warned and I crossed my arms. I probably did it to stop my heart from beating insanely loud in my chest. It must've been the adrenaline that was making me act out like this, nothing else could explain it. Why else would I be pushing myself up shit's creek without a paddle?
"Then let me see Jacob." I stated simply. Oh my damn. That was a terrible, terrible idea.
"No." He mimicked my tone. Something bubbled up inside of me, like a monster or a yeti, or an angry Edward. I was fighting with it, trying to keep it down, trying so hard to keep the beast at bay. Stop Renesmee! Down Renesmee! Sit Renesmee! Why wouldn't it listen to me?
Then the flood gates opened and I finally let it burst out of me.
"I love him and he loves me!" I yelled. The room went completely silent.
I think I might have peed a little.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I wanted to reach out and take them back.
"You don't know what love is." He stated coldly.
I had nothing to say. There was nothing for me to say. I was empty, everything had poured out of me and I couldn't take it back if my life depended on it. What else was I supposed to do? I nodded slowly and spun on my heel, the tears already falling from my eyes.
"Renesmee." My dad shook his head slowly as if telling himself what he did was wrong. He reached out to grab my wrist but I turned and ran for the stairs. I ran up the stairs faster than I think I ever have, taking the steps two at a time, and slammed my door, falling down onto my bed. I could hear my mom come inside and then the two of them arguing, but I couldn't make out any words.
I just remember crying for so long I couldn't feel anything. I know I didn't lock my door and I know my parents didn't try to come in. They didn't knock on the door or call my name not once. They went to sleep at some point and I just sat there and cried.
I didn't understand why my dad was being so difficult! I mean, I guess I could understand that, he's a dad and that's what dads do, but, still… how unfair could any one person be? I loved my mom and dad, trust me I do, but how am I supposed to be happy when they won't let me be?
I heard a thud come from my window and my head snapped up from deep in my pillow. I met Jacob's eyes and his smiled faded.
"What's wrong? Who's ass am I kicking?" He demanded.
"M-m-m-my dad." I sniffled.
"What happened?" Jacob asked, sitting down next to me on my bed.
"He doesn't w-w-w-want me to be with you." I sobbed.
"So?" Jacob snorted, "I already knew that." Jacob made that pompous I-don't-care-I'm-a-badass face and shrugged. He got up and crossed my room, playing with a doll I had sitting on my dresser with his back turned to me.
"But he y-yelled at me." I ran my hand under my nose and grimaced at the goopy liquid that was dripping from it. I was so glad Jacob didn't see that. "He won't let me go anywhere with y-you." I whined and wiped my hand on my bed quickly before Jacob turned around.
"I actually wanted to take you to a little… event if you will." He smiled sneakily and took my hand in his. I hoped he didn't notice the cold trail of snot he was touching.
"Like what?" I asked, suddenly interested.
"It's a race… a, uh, very interesting race." Jacob offered again, kissing the side of my hand and up my arm. I hoped he couldn't taste it either. I tried to act oblivious to the disgusting snot stain running up my arm but Jacob didn't notice so I giggled uncontrollably when he got to my bare shoulder and then my collarbone.
"I don't understand." I said as quietly as possible when I could breathe again.
"It's like a drag race… for motorcycles. I'm in it." Jacob stated proudly.
"Oh, so you want me to cheer for you?" I said sarcastically. Jacob kissed the side of my neck in some sort of attempt to persuade me.
"Kinda." Jacob mumbled, "You're going to have to change clothes though." Jacob raised his eyebrows at me, almost like a challenge.
"Turn around." I ordered. Jacob rolled his eyes.
"It's not like I'm going to see something I haven't already." Jacob shrugged, I felt my eyes pop out of my head.
"What?" I snapped. Jacob pressed his lips together and hung his head.
"Maybe I've already seen you naked." Jacob said sheepishly.
"When was this?" My voice had risen at least three octaves and Jacob grimaced.
"Ummm… last week." Jacob admitted, shrugging like it was no big deal.
"Wh-what the hell?" I sputtered.
"I came by, just to see if you were sleeping. You sure weren't. I think you had just come out of the shower if my memory serves me right," Jacob added as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Jacob!" I screeched, just low enough for my parents not to hear but for Jacob to hear the wrath of Renesmee Cullen! Though there wasn't much of it.
"Well, if you'd close your blinds every once in a while…" He shrugged like it was nothing and I put my hands over my face.
"Oh my God." I mumbled
"S'okay, it's not like I saw anything I didn't want to." He winked.
"Jacob Black!" I smacked Jacob's arm and he laughed, pulling me into a deep kiss.
"You shouldn't be ashamed. I'm your boyfriend, it's my job to see you naked." Jacob said jokingly but the way he said I'm your boyfriend sent butterflies through my heart.
"Whatever." I groaned and Jacob kissed my forehead before I had another chance to smack him.
"Get dressed, I'll turn around if it makes you feel better." Jacob offered.
"Yes, please." I said sheepishly. Jacob smiled and kissed my forehead again before turning around so that I could have a moment to myself.
I changed into jeans and a long sleeve shirt. I was still reeling over the fact that Jacob had seen me naked. Of course he would act like it was nothing and say something stupid and crude. I rolled my eyes thinking about the cheesy and inappropriate things Jacob always said when it was just the two of us. I pulled on my shoes and just as I pulled my hair up Jacob came up from behind and put his arms around me.
"Don't get so upset. What daddy don't know won't hurt him." Jacob said suggestively in my ear. I laughed lightly, just low enough for my parents not to hear and kissed the side of his cheek.
"Go ahead down," I said softly and he nodded. Jacob put his legs out the window and jumped like he was going to land in a pile of marshmallows, totally calm and easygoing. He made his way down before me, landing like a cheetah when he jumped.
I locked my door and checked everything twice, giving a silent prayer that my parents would stay in their room all night and everything would work out as planned. I sat on my windowsill and reached with my foot out to the nearest branch. I sat down on that branch and closed my window so it was only open an inch wide. I slowly climbed down the willow tree, careful to mind my steps and make it down the tree as safely as possible.
I landed on my feet -surprisingly- and ran over to Jacob, comfortably seated on his motorcycle, helmet in his hand.
"Is it a motorcycle race?" I yelled as quietly as possible over the roar of Jacob's engine. Jacob smiled, flashing his teeth at me. i still didn't completely know how Jacob's motorcycle didn't wake up the whole neighborhood, or the state of Washington for that matter.
"Kind-of." He winked, handing me the helmet. I leaned in and kissed Jacob before I pulled the helmet over my head and straddled the back, wrapping my arms around Jacob's muscular torso. He revved the engine twice before shooting off into the darkness.
I know for a fact that anything could've happened on the ride there. I could've fallen off, we could've crashed, or we could've driven off the side of the road; and I would've died…happy.
We didn't ride for long, all I know was that as I hugged Jacob tight to me, minding his stitches, and the wind rushed over the form of our bodies pressed close together, I was whole. I felt almost like when you find the one thing you've been looking for your whole life. We pulled into a closed off ally way and Jacob skidded to the side, stopping the engine.
Holy crap.
There were tons of guys with motorcycles, guys with motorcycles and trashy girls dressed in very little. Quil and Paul were there though I couldn't see much of anyone else over the line of parked motorcycles.
"You okay?" Jacob asked when I didn't get off.
"Yeah." I mumbled. I Put my hands on Jacob's waist and pushed myself off the motorcycle. I pulled the helmet off my head, shaking out the flattened area. Jacob revved his engine and a group of guys and girls turned around, lifting there cups.
"JACOB!" They all cheered. He was like a Pharaoh here, worshiped among the motorcyclist. Jacob smiled to himself before turning off his bike and putting up the kickstand, taking the helmet from me and putting it on the seat.
He put his arm around my waist, our hips touching before walking with me. He kissed the side of my forehead and ever so quietly whispered, "You're gonna love this."
We walked into a group of people. I saw Quil and Paul among the group and then saw Seth and Jared. They were chatting with a group of girls dressed in tiny shorts and tank tops. The one thing I honestly did not understand was why all the guys were wearing thick, black belts.
Jacob was wearing one two. I swear I've never seen Jacob wear a belt, ever. It was thick too, like a rope and leathery like a sofa. Jacob was talking with Quil, Jared, Seth, and Paul. They were conversing about something unimportant, I assume . Seth was eyeing me wearily, like something bad was about to happen. I put my finger through the belt loop on the side of Jacob's pants and he looked down at me with a questioning look on his face.
"What?" He asked, almost smiling.
"What's the belt for?" I asked and Jacob kissed the spot beneath my ear before answering.
"You'll see." He answered cryptically. I turned my head to demand an answer but an air horn went off and I covered my ears. Jacob moved his hand from my waist and pulled my hand into his, leading me to his motorcycle.
"What's going on?" I screamed over the eruption of motorcycle engines.
"Nothing, here, put this on." Jacob yelled back. Nothing? What the hell was wrong with Jacob? He took off his belt and handed it to me. It was only then I realized how big the belt was. "Put the buckle on your backside." He bellowed. I didn't understand what was going on, all I knew was that Jacob told me to put the belt on backwards, so that's what I was going to do.
Next to me was a big, tough blonde guy and on the back of his motorcycle was the easily recognizable Monica Jazlene. I just stared at her as Jacob signaled something towards Seth. She smiled a bitter, threatening smile before giving me the finger. Jacob grabbed at the back of the belt, pulling me into him.
"Pay attention." He was close enough for us not to yell over all of the motorcycles now.
"What is going on?" I demanded. Jacob looked at me directly in the eyes and raised his eyebrows wearily.
"I'm making you my partner in the reverse drag races." Jacob explained. What the hell was a reverse drag race? Was this some kind of joke? "You're going to ride back to back with me on the motorcycle. Just keep your legs behind you and the belt should keep you connected to me…" Jacob explained, adjusting his belt around my waist as he spoke.
"WHAT?" I screamed. Jacob sighed and put both of his hands on either side of my face.
"You can do this, trust me." He told me before he kissed me passionately. I could feel Monica's eyes burning a hole in the back of my head, but I had way too much to worry about to even regard Monica right now.
"No, Jake I don't want to do this." I yelled once he released my mouth from his. I could feel my stomach churning and twisting into knots as people pulled up to the starting line. All I could see was a bunch of girls, tied to the backs of motorcyclists, helmets on, legs behind them.
"Ness, I know you can do this!" Jacob yelled over the noise again. I looked into Jacob's eyes. The eyes I had grown to love since last week when I'd first met his family. I had learned to love and trust those eyes, no matter how much trouble they got me in. I was snapped back into reality when the sound of a second blow horn frightened me. Jacob grabbed the tops of my shoulders and shook me. I looked up at him and nodded, ever so slightly. Jacob smiled and kissed me again.
"That's my girl." He approved. Jacob got on his bike and motioned with his index finger for me to sit on backwards. I did as I was told, pressing my back close against Jacob's. He took the back of the belt and tied it around himself as well, the buckle resting on the front of Jacob. I was literally bound to Jacob inseparably as he sped towards the starting line. Jacob handed me the helmet when he stopped his bike and I slid it over my head.
"On your marks!" The old man with a bottle of whisky in his hand at the starting line bellowed. I could see Seth and Paul close with us, those same girls on the backs of their bikes. I guess now I know why Seth was looking at me like that.
"Get set!" My blood was thudding in my ears to the point where everything was silent. I could see Monica, all but growling at me, with her helmet on. I could see my life flash before my eyes as the old man took a swig from his whisky and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes, felling warm tears ooze out.
"GO!" He screamed.
Then we shot off.
My blood was pure lava now, running red hot in my veins as Jacob sped past the other racers. I was literally almost peeing my pants every time someone came within touching distance. Then everyone next to us speed up and popped a wheelie, only riding on the back tire. Then Jacob did the same thing.
If I would have extended my legs, I could've touched the floor with my feet.
I dug my fingers into the side of the bike seat as Jacob revved his engine and made it past three other people. I was holding back the loudest scream of my life the entire time. Everything was so fast, so close, so dangerous. Jacob was enjoying himself, throwing his head back and truly enjoying the moment for all it was worth.
There was two turns, or more like banks if you ask me. Jacob passed by another bike and the wind from the other bike rushed past me. I closed my eyes and prayed. I prayed I could make it through this. It seemed like forever, the wind, the race, the screaming, but, Jacob's engine made one last screeching sputter before we were back on two wheels again.
When Jacob stopped I was so relieved I could feel my skin again I took of my helmet and began to pant. "We did it, we won!" Jacob unfastened the belt and I fell to my knees. He ran around to hold me and I buried my face into his chest, inhaling his smoky scent shakily.
"Is she okay?" I heard Seth's voice panicking and a group of footsteps getting closer.
"She's fine, just a little shaken up." Jacob responded and I remembered when I had rendered that same line when Jacob first let me ride his bike. He rocked me back and forth until I could stop my teeth from chattering.
"Well fuck me stupid and call me smart, I can't believe Nessie did it, let alone you guys won." Paul chuckled. I grabbed a fistful of the front of Jacob's shirt and sighed shakily.
"Damn Nessie, you got guts. Jacob was going way too fast." Jared added. I was still in utter shock I had done it I could barely form a coherent response.
"Are you sure she's okay?" Seth asked skeptically. I looked up to meet Seth's eyes, just so he would know I was okay.
He didn't look convinced.
"She's the ballsy-est person I know... without balls." Paul stated as-a-matter-of-factly. If I could reach out and punch him, I would've.
"I can't believe I just did that." I mumbled, trying to prove to everyone that I was stronger than I looked. Jacob laughed and kissed the side of my head. Seth looked relived and Paul just laughed, clapping his hand on the back of Quil's back. Quil shoved Paul's hand off of him and I snuggled in as close as possible to Jacob.
I could see Jared's eyes pop wide open. He stood still but I could tell something was wrong, he was too still to be okay.
"Cops!" Someone yelled. Jacob's lips hovered over mine before he lifted me out of sheer strength.
Holy shit, this guy was magical.
"Helmet, we gotta go." Jacob handed me the helmet once he set me down and I straddled the bike, sitting behind Jacob as he kicked the monster to life. Smoke trialed behind us as Jacob skidded past other racers and out of the ally. I felt so rebellious with Jacob. No matter how dorky and corny it sounds, I felt like a real badass.
As the wind rushed over us, I put my head on Jacob's shoulder and closed my eyes, wrapping my arms tight around him. If this was were I was supposed to be, I didn't mind.
A/N: Yeah, was that not the coolest thing you've ever read?
Okay, maybe not the coolest but it was the coolest thing I've ever written, so there.
I've decided that ten reviews is enough for me so, there.
So, here's this week's question, based completely on Renesmee's badass persona this chapter, I mean, between standing up to her dad and riding in those reverse drag races, she's pretty damn brave! Anyway, here it is: What is the most extreme thing you've ever done/witnessed?
Alright, hopefully I'll be talking to y'all real soon!
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