Haunted
Title: Haunted
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jacob/Renesmee
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by Stephenie Meyer, not me.
Summary: "This isn't right, Nessie. You're just a child, and I'm 20 years old now. I can't kiss you."
Author's Note: Here's chapter four, sorry for the wait.
Chapter Four
"The magic of first love is the ignorance that it can never end."
- Benjamin Disraeli.
--
“Hey, Jacob,” Bella greeted the man cheerfully when she opened the door. “You know, we really should give you a key to the house. Renesmee has been asking for you to stop by even more frequently these past few days.”
Jacob smiled shyly at the mention of the girl and said, “That is actually why I’m here. I was wondering if I could interrupt Nessie’s studies for a moment to go outside and play.”
Bella smiled. “Actually, she’s already done. She’s taking a walk in the woods right now. You’re free to go and find her.”
Jacob nodded. “Sure, I think I’ll do that.” He narrowed his eyes and peered at Bella. “You know, you really should eat more. Or, drink blood, or whatever it is you people do for nourishment. You’re looking a little peaked.”
Bella blinked up at him in surprise. “That can’t be possible. I’ve looked exactly the same since I was 19.”
Jacob shrugged and grinned. “Not when you’re sad. Anyways, I’m going to go and find Nessie. I’ll drop her off here in a bit. Bye.”
He turned around and walked back out the door, leaving Bella to stare after him for a moment before closing the door behind him.
Jacob jogged through the trees, heading down a zigzag path toward the creek. As he began to hear the running of water, he realized he could smell Renesmee, but chose to believe that he was able to find her because he knew all her favorite places in the woods. The last few trees cleared up and he could see her small shoulders and brunette head sitting by the creek.
She heard his presence and turned around. Her face was surprised but quickly warmed. “Jake!” she said.
“Hey,” he greeted back, unable to keep the huge grin off his face. He approached her and sat down beside her, remembering to keep a certain amount of distance between them. “What’re you doing?”
Renesmee shrugged. “I don’t know. I got bored at home studying. Mom is boring.”
Jacob snorted. “Such a nice daughter, you are.”
“Hey, you don’t know how weird it is, having a mother that looks the same age as you, except maybe even prettier.”
Jacob rolled his eyes. “You know that’s not true.”
“Well, technically, I’m only half-vampire, and therefore, only half-beautiful.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m pretty gorgeous.”
Renesmee laughed and grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry. You know what I mean. You’re completely gorgeous.”
She was surprised when Jacob let her hands stay on his arm, and didn’t appear flustered at her compliment. She looked at him warily before shifting closer, testing him. He was looking away from her, but didn’t protest at her closeness.
“Jacob, you seem different.”
He swallowed. “So do you. Did you age an extra five years, as usual?”
Renesmee playfully nudged him. “No! I told you, I’m done growing. I’m going to look like this forever, so you better get used to it.”
Jacob turned toward her. He let his eyes move down her body. “I think I can get used to it.”
Renesmee was taken aback by his forwardness. She wasn’t sure what to think about it, after witnessing his reluctance to show her affection for so long. She decided that she liked it, and inched even closer to him.
“Me too.”
They decided not to look at each other and instead stared into the sloshing water of the creek. Renesmee frowned and remembered something her mother told her as a child. She watched how the brown of the water turned green as droplets fell on the grass beside her. She observed the drops and how they stayed green and then glanced at Jacob through the corner of her eye. She wondered if Jacob was like water, too.
“Hey, Jake. I never gave you a birthday present yesterday.”
Jacob immediately tensed. He felt her eyes on him, but didn’t turn around. “That’s okay,” he said vaguely.
Renesmee frowned at his reaction. She kept her eyes on him for a while before slowly turning her head back to stare at the creek. She glared at the water.
“I want to talk to my Mom,” she said.
Jacob was surprised at her tone of voice and let himself turn to look at her. “What?” he asked. “Why?”
Renesmee hopped up onto her feet. “Don’t worry about it,” she replied, pursing her lips childishly.
Jacob saw her waiting, shuffling her feet uncomfortably, and stood up beside her. They started down the same path that Jacob followed Renesmee on to the creek. Jacob sensed her discomfort and took her hand. It reminded him of when he was younger and when she was much, much younger. He saw the Cullen mansion coming into view and felt like he needed to say something quickly.
“Nessie,” he said when they were at the door. They faced each other and Jacob took her other hand in his. “Let’s go out tonight.”
Renesmee blinked up at him in surprise, having to lift her chin considerably to look into his face. “I’m not supposed to be out at night without my family,” she admitted.
Jacob cocked an eyebrow. “And you’re going to listen to them?”
Renesmee couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Well… where do you want to go?”
Jacob grinned. “We can just get in my car… and go where ever.”
Renesmee, for the first time, felt herself grow shy and looked down for a moment. She nodded. “Okay,” she said, catching his eye again briefly and grinning.
Jacob let go of her hands and stepped away. He saw her wave at him, smiling, before unlocking the door and walking inside.
When she was inside, she saw her mother in the kitchen.
“Hi, sweetie,” Bella said to her daughter. “Did you have fun with Jacob?”
Renesmee nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
She walked into the kitchen and sat down while watching her mother sipping at the cool glass of blood in her hand. She didn’t say anything until Bella noticed her silence and asked, “Is there something you want to talk about?”
Renesmee hesitated. “Um…” she started. She thought about her afternoon with Jacob and was confused. “No…” she finally answered. “No, that’s okay.”
Bella shrugged, smiled, and put the pitcher back in the fridge.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jacob/Renesmee
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by Stephenie Meyer, not me.
Summary: "This isn't right, Nessie. You're just a child, and I'm 20 years old now. I can't kiss you."
Author's Note: Here's chapter four, sorry for the wait.
Chapter Four
"The magic of first love is the ignorance that it can never end."
- Benjamin Disraeli.
--
“Hey, Jacob,” Bella greeted the man cheerfully when she opened the door. “You know, we really should give you a key to the house. Renesmee has been asking for you to stop by even more frequently these past few days.”
Jacob smiled shyly at the mention of the girl and said, “That is actually why I’m here. I was wondering if I could interrupt Nessie’s studies for a moment to go outside and play.”
Bella smiled. “Actually, she’s already done. She’s taking a walk in the woods right now. You’re free to go and find her.”
Jacob nodded. “Sure, I think I’ll do that.” He narrowed his eyes and peered at Bella. “You know, you really should eat more. Or, drink blood, or whatever it is you people do for nourishment. You’re looking a little peaked.”
Bella blinked up at him in surprise. “That can’t be possible. I’ve looked exactly the same since I was 19.”
Jacob shrugged and grinned. “Not when you’re sad. Anyways, I’m going to go and find Nessie. I’ll drop her off here in a bit. Bye.”
He turned around and walked back out the door, leaving Bella to stare after him for a moment before closing the door behind him.
Jacob jogged through the trees, heading down a zigzag path toward the creek. As he began to hear the running of water, he realized he could smell Renesmee, but chose to believe that he was able to find her because he knew all her favorite places in the woods. The last few trees cleared up and he could see her small shoulders and brunette head sitting by the creek.
She heard his presence and turned around. Her face was surprised but quickly warmed. “Jake!” she said.
“Hey,” he greeted back, unable to keep the huge grin off his face. He approached her and sat down beside her, remembering to keep a certain amount of distance between them. “What’re you doing?”
Renesmee shrugged. “I don’t know. I got bored at home studying. Mom is boring.”
Jacob snorted. “Such a nice daughter, you are.”
“Hey, you don’t know how weird it is, having a mother that looks the same age as you, except maybe even prettier.”
Jacob rolled his eyes. “You know that’s not true.”
“Well, technically, I’m only half-vampire, and therefore, only half-beautiful.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m pretty gorgeous.”
Renesmee laughed and grabbed his arm. “I’m sorry. You know what I mean. You’re completely gorgeous.”
She was surprised when Jacob let her hands stay on his arm, and didn’t appear flustered at her compliment. She looked at him warily before shifting closer, testing him. He was looking away from her, but didn’t protest at her closeness.
“Jacob, you seem different.”
He swallowed. “So do you. Did you age an extra five years, as usual?”
Renesmee playfully nudged him. “No! I told you, I’m done growing. I’m going to look like this forever, so you better get used to it.”
Jacob turned toward her. He let his eyes move down her body. “I think I can get used to it.”
Renesmee was taken aback by his forwardness. She wasn’t sure what to think about it, after witnessing his reluctance to show her affection for so long. She decided that she liked it, and inched even closer to him.
“Me too.”
They decided not to look at each other and instead stared into the sloshing water of the creek. Renesmee frowned and remembered something her mother told her as a child. She watched how the brown of the water turned green as droplets fell on the grass beside her. She observed the drops and how they stayed green and then glanced at Jacob through the corner of her eye. She wondered if Jacob was like water, too.
“Hey, Jake. I never gave you a birthday present yesterday.”
Jacob immediately tensed. He felt her eyes on him, but didn’t turn around. “That’s okay,” he said vaguely.
Renesmee frowned at his reaction. She kept her eyes on him for a while before slowly turning her head back to stare at the creek. She glared at the water.
“I want to talk to my Mom,” she said.
Jacob was surprised at her tone of voice and let himself turn to look at her. “What?” he asked. “Why?”
Renesmee hopped up onto her feet. “Don’t worry about it,” she replied, pursing her lips childishly.
Jacob saw her waiting, shuffling her feet uncomfortably, and stood up beside her. They started down the same path that Jacob followed Renesmee on to the creek. Jacob sensed her discomfort and took her hand. It reminded him of when he was younger and when she was much, much younger. He saw the Cullen mansion coming into view and felt like he needed to say something quickly.
“Nessie,” he said when they were at the door. They faced each other and Jacob took her other hand in his. “Let’s go out tonight.”
Renesmee blinked up at him in surprise, having to lift her chin considerably to look into his face. “I’m not supposed to be out at night without my family,” she admitted.
Jacob cocked an eyebrow. “And you’re going to listen to them?”
Renesmee couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Well… where do you want to go?”
Jacob grinned. “We can just get in my car… and go where ever.”
Renesmee, for the first time, felt herself grow shy and looked down for a moment. She nodded. “Okay,” she said, catching his eye again briefly and grinning.
Jacob let go of her hands and stepped away. He saw her wave at him, smiling, before unlocking the door and walking inside.
When she was inside, she saw her mother in the kitchen.
“Hi, sweetie,” Bella said to her daughter. “Did you have fun with Jacob?”
Renesmee nodded. “Yeah, I did.”
She walked into the kitchen and sat down while watching her mother sipping at the cool glass of blood in her hand. She didn’t say anything until Bella noticed her silence and asked, “Is there something you want to talk about?”
Renesmee hesitated. “Um…” she started. She thought about her afternoon with Jacob and was confused. “No…” she finally answered. “No, that’s okay.”
Bella shrugged, smiled, and put the pitcher back in the fridge.