I'm such a sucker for updating…I really should be focusing on my finals but I can't help it, I'm hooked…makes me really consider changing majors…anyway, enough about me, here's chapter eighteen. Oh, and to all my reviewers, I love you guys! You make writing this story worth more than a freshly chilled bloodsickle! No but seriously, you guys are the best, so anyway enough talking, you know the routine, review and I'll be obligated to update, thanks!

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***********************Tom******************************

I watched as my suicidal brother flirted with Renesmee. Yes, I said suicidal. Even if they did somehow hit it off, Oliver wouldn't have time to enjoy it; Jacob would've murdered him already.

Why didn't Oliver understand that?!

We were running towards the cave, and for a second, I almost wished the rest of the pack could hear our thoughts down there, that way my blinded brother could get caught before anything serious happened…but as soon as we reached the bottom, I could feel the link that connected us to the pack disappear. It was a weird sensation; even when I wasn't a wolf, I'd always sensed the connection snap away, like if we were in our own little bubble.

I smiled at Renesmee when she asked me something about one of the games we'd bought. Poor girl, I thought, if my dimwitted brother got his way, she was going to find herself in the middle of something serious.

Don't get me wrong, I could understand how Oliver had fallen for her, she really was one of a kind…but it went against everything the pack stood for, for crying out loud!

A pack member's imprint was sacred. We'd learned this almost as soon as we became part of it, and as far as I can remember, hadn't Oliver been sitting right next to me when they told us about it?

"Tom, are you coming?" asked Renesmee. I looked at her, noticing the protective stance Oliver was taking just behind her.

"Oh, I'm coming," I said, more for Oliver's sake than my own. We raced through the cave towards the underground bay. Renesmee had been here enough times that she had the route almost as memorized as we did, she ran in front. I ran slightly behind her, though I could hear Oliver catching up. I made it a point to stay in between them.

If Oliver didn't want to see reason, then I would do it for him. I would have to keep an eye on them, it was the least I could do.

********************Nessie******************************************

I stopped just in time before reaching the ledge over the bay. I felt hands around my waist nonetheless; I turned around expectantly.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to fall over," I said laughing, but stopped abruptly when I looked up into the face of Tom, not Oliver. "Oh," I said, then smiled, "thanks anyway, Tom."

"Anytime Renesmee," he said, but he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at Oliver.

I looked between the two of them and acted fast. "So," I said, an endeavor of ridding the tension, "what say we take a swim?"

That got their attention. "A swim?" asked Tom, directing his attention towards me. "Renesmee, it's the beginning of winter."

"I'm down," said Oliver, grinning widely.

"No, no," I said, cursing myself inwardly for my hasty suggestion, "how about we do something else instead?"

"Like hide and go seek," Oliver suddenly said. Tom and I looked at him, then each other, and then laughed.

"Dude," said Tom, "what are we, seven?"

But Oliver continued grinning, "No, you and I are nearing thirteen, and Renesmee's not far behind. What, are you scared I'll smell you out?" he challenged. Tom made a face; I knew he didn't like backing down on a challenge.

"You're on," he said, "you seek first." And he was gone.

I made to protest but Oliver winked at me again. "Trust me, this is going to be the best hide and seek ever."

I blushed, of course, though I was still confused. Were we seriously going to play this little kids game?

"Better get going girly," Oliver said, he had his head against the wall of the cave, "I'm not going to give you any kind of break just because you're beautiful."

I gawked at him. Was he actually saying I had less of a chance because I was a girl? I was about to retort back angrily when—wait, did he call me beautiful?

I made my way quietly down the ledge and into the shelter of the trees, shaking my head. I can't believe I'm actually playing hide and seek as a twelve year old…Oliver said I was beautiful…I found the perfect shrub to hide behind. I was sure Oliver would look in the cave first, which would give me more than ample time to get back to home ba—wait a second, where was home base? I went back to a few seconds ago, trying to recall the mention of home base, but I couldn't remember anything. That's weird, how can you play hide and seek without a home b—

I let out a strangled cry as two heavy arms wrapped around me. Oliver shushed me, motioning for me to follow him. Without even thinking to ask, I followed.

He took me to a part of the trees I hadn't been to yet…a very well hidden part. I looked at him confused.

"What—" I started to ask, but he shushed me again. He seemed nervous about something; I couldn't help it, I blurted out, "You're not going to try to kill me are you?" I laughed. He returned a nervous giggle, "No, dummy." Wait, did I say giggle?

He cleared his throat and suddenly stopped chuckling. "Renesmee," he said softly, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." And he was gazing at me like never before; I knew exactly what was coming…

And then I swear my heart stopped working.

I could hear the sweat trickling along his forehead…along my forehead! He took my hands in his, and suddenly the rockets were taking off again; his eyes shone like I'd never seen them shine. I simply nodded; my tongue having taking a momentary leave of absence as well.

"You're the most awesome, most amazing, not to mention the most beautiful girl I know," he said—my heart turned on again, and began to work overtime, I was sure my chest would explode any second now—, "and I know we've only known each other for a short time, but…" he paused, turning a deep red but somehow managing to keep his eyes focused on mine, "lately you're all I can think about," he admitted.

Oh geez, I thought, I could literally feel my chest getting ready to pop, if my heart didn't slow down anytime soon, there'd be Nessie guts all over the place—

"And I know, technically, we're both still too young for relationships," he was saying—I was trying not to hyperventilate—, "but if I don't tell you how I feel now, I might lose the chance to ever be with you at all."

I blinked. He smiled sympathetically at my stunned silence.

"I guess my point is, Renesmee, that I like you, you know, not just like 'I'd pick you first on my team 'cuz you're my friend' like you, but more like 'over the fence, out of the park, world series' kind of like you…"

I stared at him, the same 'duh' expression still plastered on my face. It wasn't until he prompted me that I realized he was waiting for some kind of response, or reaction even.

"Oh," was all I said, then, "Oh, I think I understand…" I smiled at him. "I like you too, Oliver, though I'm not sure if it's exactly the same way y—" but I never got to finish.

I tasted a pair of lips for the first time, and the world around me dissipated. It was desperate, it was passionate, his warm breath trailed my parted lips down to my chin, my neck, then back up to the outer part of my ear; I gasped with the sensation, pleasure I'd never dreamed possible, it was all happening right here, right now, too fast. Oliver kissed me softly, urgently, as if this kiss would decide whatever chance he had with me, as if it might be the last kiss in the world…so I kissed back… and it was utter bliss. Feelings I'd kept hidden deep within me suddenly sprang to life, urges I'd never even considered took over my body. My mind was a jumbled mass of emotions: hunger, lust, confusion, desire,…but above all, complete and indescribable joy.

I could have been with him forever, but suddenly another voice broke our too-quick moment of heaven, and we both jumped five feet away from each other.

"Damnit, Oliver," said Tom, scowling in annoyance, "you just had to make out with the pretty girl."

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Yay! Finally some action! I know, all you team Jacob's are going to hunt me down and choke me, but the attraction between Oliver and Nessie was inevitable, sorry…but don't worry, there is a lot more to come, and definitely more chapters. Review and let me know what you think, thanks!