Thank you to all of you that have reviewed! It's awesome to hear there's people out there that actually like my story, this is my first fanfic so I was a bit worried it wouldn't be that good, but you guys give me hope . Ok, well, as you know, Nessie and Oliver just had their first kiss, so in the next chapters, including this one, we're going to see some of the recent aftermath…it might not be too exciting but I think it's important knowing where certain characters stand. Anyway, here's chapter nineteen, read and please review! Thanks.
Again, I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's work, solely the plot and some new characters in this story.
**********************Nessie**************************************
I walked in without really knowing how I was doing so; I was barely even aware of my legs moving. Tom and Oliver had accompanied me most of the way home, leaving me about a mile away, but I didn't care…I was too preoccupied replaying that amazing kiss…It had been…well, to be honest, I couldn't remember exactly how it felt, but I did know the sweet sensation had made me dizzy, in a way I knew no medicine could cure, in a way I didn't want any medicine to cure.
It was around eight thirty—I'd said I'd be home by seven—so I closed the door quietly, hoping to get to my room without detection.
"Nessie," my mom said, as soon as I'd shut the door behind me, "care to explain yourself?" She stood with her arms crossed, though I could almost see a glint of a smile in her eyes.
That's weird…Uh oh, if mom's still here then daddy must be—
"Hello, sweetheart," said my dad, appearing suddenly by my mom's side. I looked at him and panicked, it was one of those times I wished he couldn't read my thoughts…Oliver had made me promise not to say anything about us—not that there was an us, exactly—especially to Jake. I knew if I wanted it, daddy wouldn't say a word to Jake, but I wasn't exactly thrilled knowing he knew I'd just made out with a boy.
I expected him to go crazy on me, the way Alice told me he used to get when my mom did something reckless, but instead he regarded me with calm. I thought about that for a second when my mom finally broke the silence.
"Renesmee," she said, "I'm still waiting for an answer." I didn't know what to say, I just looked at my parents, blushing when daddy raised an eyebrow at me and—no way! He was totally laughing at me!
I glared at him, then turned to face my mom. She sent a glare in my dad's direction and immediately his smile disappeared. He 'ahemed' and his face reflected a series of emotions: surprise, awkwardness…understanding?...and then he fixated the same 'you're in trouble, young lady' look on me.
Both pairs of golden eyes were now staring at me, waiting for an answer. I gulped. "Well, you see," I started, then stopped—was Jake anywhere nearby?—my dad nodded no, so I continued, "we decided to hang out in the woods after we ate, um…we played hide and seek." It wasn't exactly a lie…
"And then?" prompted my mom. I could feel my face get hotter as I struggled to avoid thinking about Oliver. "Then? Well, we uh, you see…um," I stuttered, glancing fearfully at my dad.
Why were they making me go through this? Hadn't HE been eavesdropping on me since I got within range of the house?
"Actually, Nessie," my dad came over to my side, "your mother was shielding you. She only removed it just several minutes ago. I was listening to Oliver's thoughts," he paused, looking away from my guilty face, "I wasn't completely sure if what he was thinking about was a fantasy or for real." He forced himself to look at me, "but I see now that it was quite real."
I groaned and put my face in my hands. How humiliating!
*********************Edward************************************
I could tell she didn't want to tell us. Unfortunately, I didn't know if what I'd heard from Oliver's thoughts were true or not.
"Renesmee," said Bella, I could hear a hint of amusement in her tone, "I'm still waiting for an answer." Nessie was looking at me, and…blushing like mad! It reminded me of Bella's human days, and a huge smile erupted onto my face without warning.
Nessie suddenly glared at me. I looked at her, what had I done?...Then it occurred to me; she thinks I'm laughing at her, …but then Bella sent me an almost identical glare, simultaneously removing the shield from our flustered daughter. I 'ahemed' and focused on the scattered thoughts coming from Nessie.
She did what?!
That's not what Oliver had been thinking about...his thoughts showed them holding hands in the theatre, not making ou—
I almost lost my calm, barely paying attention to her feeble explanation. To be honest I was a bit disappointed she hadn't done a better job of hiding the—I gulped—detailed truth, usually she was very good at controlling her thoughts, and likewise her public appearance—something she'd picked up from me—but now…her thoughts were erratic, glimpses of the 'heavenly moment' mixed in with the fear of Jake finding out. I noted this was a promise she'd made to Oliver, and that she had yet to know anything about the imprinting ordeal. She stumbled through her words, then looked at me, wondering why we were making her explain her personal moment when I already knew everything anyway.
I would've loved to let Bella—heck, even Rosalie!—, handle this, but I went over to her anyway.
"Actually, Nessie," I said, "your mother was shielding you. She only removed it just several minutes ago. I was listening to Oliver's thoughts," I paused, looking away from her guilty face, "I wasn't completely sure if what he was thinking was a fantasy or for real." I had to force myself to look at her, "but I see now that it was quite real."
Nessie looked at me in utter mortification, then threw her hands down into her face.
I looked over at Bella, and she seemed to understand the look I gave her.
That's fine, she thought towards me, having removed her shield, but you're going to have to tell me everything.
***************************Oliver***************************************
I lay in my bed with the biggest smile. Tom had since an hour ago left me alone; he was still convinced what I had done was some kind of sin or something. Four hours ago, I might've agreed with him, that what I'd done—correction, what Renesmee and I'd done—was one hundred percent wrong.
That was four hours ago. Now, after having experienced that…I was already planning when we could do it again. Tom would be on me, I knew that, but he had to get tired eventually, right?
Renesmee was absolutely incredible, and by some miracle, she'd actually kissed me back! I would've probably left her alone if she hadn't, but the truth of the matter is that she did…and oh what a kiss it'd been! I could still remember the way my body tingled against hers, the way she'd lost her hands in my hair just to pull me closer…her breath was sweet, like nothing I'd ever smelled before, and her hair was silky, soft and smooth against my rough hands…
As I lay there, reminiscing the perfect moment, I finally forced myself to think about what I'd been avoiding, the one reason my relationship with Renesmee was still pending…
Jacob Black.
I'd purposefully thought simple, not too destructive thoughts as we'd neared the Cullen property; I knew about her mind reading father.
The right thing to do would've been to never kiss the alpha's imprint to begin with…so that was obviously out the window.
The next best thing would be something along the lines of "Hey Renesmee, listen, what happened last night, I don't know, maybe we shouldn't get involved like that anymore, we're too young anyway" and then walking away…
Let's face it, I'm not doing that.
And so that really only left me with one option: hide from the scary wolf.
As long as Jacob didn't know, Renesmee and I would be fine. I'd already told her not to tell him, and she'd promised without hesitation. Just that act alone told me that she liked me a good deal, probably not as much as I liked her, but enough nonetheless.
It was cowardly, and I hated myself for it, but the thought of having the bronze haired half-human, half-vampire girl all to myself…was worth it.
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Alright, like I said, not too exciting, but now you know where Oliver stands—I know most of you probably hate his guts right now—and Edward (consequently Bella) is now aware of the whole little incident, so what happens now? In case anyone is wondering, no, Jacob does not know…yet, but his POV will pop up in the next chapter, so just hang in there for me. Again, review, review! Theyre starting to slow down and I need motive to keep updating lol, so let me know what you think, thanks.