Renesmee's POV
As I reached the kitchen of my parent’s cottage, I pulled on some black converse shoes and sprinted out of the house with my super human speed. Then my mind started to wander, the topic: Jacob. I thought about our relationship. It wasn’t extremely serious, I mean yes we kissed and held hands and he slept next to me (full clothing included, which means for a werewolf, only a pair of pants/shorts) I mean my parents know this, and my mom is OK with it, and my dad tries to show no emotion about it but I can tell, it pisses him off. The only reason they allow any of this is because Jacob imprinted on me. I sighed and pushed myself faster, so I could see Jacob once again. I saw the big white, glass house looming ahead of me. I reached the deep blue river and surged myself over it, landing lightly on my toes and flying up the porch, in the glass door and inside the living room. There was a choirs of hi’s, good mornings’, and hello’s. I smiled and replied “hey!” My mom and dad came up to me and both pecked her on the cheek saying, “hungry Nessie?” “More thirsty….” I said analyzing my dad’s expression, to see him looking over my shoulder. “Well let’s go hunting “Bella said gently taking my arm and leading me toward the door. “Where’s jake?” I asked craning my neck over my moms shoulder scanning the living room for him but all saw was Emmett and Rosealie sitting on the couch watching the football game on TV. Alice and Jasper sitting on the bottom of the stairway whispering quietly to each other about something unknown, but Alice obviously looked pissed and gave me the death glare for some unfathomable reason. Carlisle was sitting in the big loveseat reading a very, very thick book and Esme was fixing the rearrangements of the antiques around the living room, flitting from place to place, occasionally looking up and giving anxious looks in Carlisle’s direction. “What-?” “Renesmee lets go hunting” her dad pleaded. There wasn’t something right but she ignored it, better to ignore it than think of possibilities of what’s wrong, my father read my mind…”Yes” my father whispered in my ear. As we flew from the house I sped in front of my parents going deeper into the lush, green forest. I suddenly stopped and closed my eyes, sniffing the air. There is a mountain lion not far from here…..yum…it smelled so good, so I ran to it and attacked it, making it fall over. I growled and it swiped its claws at my stomach, I was taken by surprised and didn’t move in time. “Damn it!” I swore loudly looking down at the beautiful blue Gucci silk shirt that now had three long rips where the claws had pierced it. Alice was going to kill me! Now I was pissed, I lunged again at it and sank my shark teeth into its neck, snapping it with a satisfied crunch. I drained it dry of blood and pushed myself up, off the ground looking around. And I saw a tall, muscular, figure leaning against a tall spruce tree. “What?” I asked “Nothing” the husky voice answered sounding amused. I shook my head and walked over to him. He gave me a look, letting his eyes wander p and down my figure. He smiled and pulled the shirt off his back and handed it to me. “Is it that bad?” I asked self consciously. “Umm well lets just say I don’t think Alice is in the mood to deal with you ripping a million dollor shirt” he teased. "Not a million." i muttered, and snatched the t-shirt from him and slipped it on. “You full?” “Yeah, lets go.” I replied taking his hand and walking back towards the house, not quite ready to spill the news about the shirt to Alice…maybe she already new…Awww crap. I moaned internally.

Writers Note:
Hey Dusk readers!!
Hey guys apparently theres someone else on this site, that has the same title for my fanfic...now i had no clue someone had the same name and im extremely sorry, i didnt know, please dont think im 'copying' this persons idea, i never knew. So thanks again for reading and please comment!! Sorry if i made any mistakes! :p
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