N/A: Hello! This is my new story and it's not focused in Bella and Edward, for once. I wanted to write this since I finished reading Breaking Dawn. I don't know yet if this is a NessiexJake or NessiexNahuel, but I'll try do add as many twists as I can.
And it doesn't mean that I'm abandoning my other stories, okay? I'll update as soon as I can Independent Bella and Gold&Blood.
Have fun and check the disclaimer in my profile!
Night and Day
"Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It's no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Night and day, day and night, why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Night and day, night and day,"
Ella Fitzgerald – Night and Day
I crossed the small airport of Port Angeles, dragging on my way my bag and my violin across my chest. I thought that I would be the only one in the small plane, but, apparently, Forks had become some kind of hot spot for teenagers, because the amount of babbling chicks on the plane was simply scary. I can't imagine the reason; the weather was gloomy and wet, just the way it was when I left, eight years ago.
I don't think I can say that I missed this.
My eyes scanned the room for my reception committee and I wasn't disappointed. I saw my Grandpa, Charlie, standing between the two big Native American boys, and shape-shifters on vacant hours, Jacob and Seth. The poor Charlie seemed so small and pale… so normal, that I had to laugh at the view of him. I bet Charlie asks himself every day how the hell did he, a quiet Chief of Police of a tiny city lost in the middle of nowhere, get involved with shape-shifters and vampires.
Poor Charlie, he really deserved a normal, cool granddaughter. But instead, he got me.
"Hello!" I said, covering the space between us and giving a small and awkward hug to Charlie and studied his face. "Hey, Grandpa! Look at you!" I said, evaluating his appearance. He looked refreshed, with a glint in his eyes. So nice to see he's happy. I know he worries about Mom and me a lot. "Are you dying your hair or something?"
He gasped and, to my surprise, he blushed a bit. "Of course not, kid!" Jacob and Seth snorted and Charlie cleared his throat loudly
"And how come you're taller than me? What those two have been feeding you?"
I exchanged a knowing glance with Seth and Jacob, my eyes lingering a bit on the second one. He looked… different. Funny because I knew his face so well, since before I could even remember, almost as well as I knew my own. Was he taller? Tanner? I think I'll have all summer to find out.
"Spinach, Charlie. That's the secret," I winked at him as Seth bended to kiss my cheek. I angelically gave him my bags and his smile faded. That's what men are made for, right? I turned to look at Jacob, "Aren't you going to say hi?"
"Sure," Jacob said, after a moment, a small smile on his face, and his big hands buried in the pockets of his faded jeans and he bent to give me a kiss on the cheek. I linked my arms with his and we started walking to the parking lot. "You know, I'm kind of disappointed. What happened with all those black clothes from last time?"
I felt myself blushing and Charlie turned to look at me over his shoulder.
"Black clothes?" he raised his eyebrows, "I thought you were on the hippie stuff."
I cringed with the memory.
"Yeah, Charlie. But you are kind of outdated. Last time I went to pay a little visit, our Nessie here seemed to have come straight out of a Matrix convention," replied Jake smirking at me. Seth snorted. I could feel my cheeks starting to heat a bit. Mom's curse, I'm sure.
"Shut up. I got tired of wearing black everyday, that's all." I shrugged, trying to look indifferent, but failing miserably. Ugh, did Jacob have to make me remember that?
Oh, silly question, of course he did.
"Oh, come on, Jake. Give the girl a break. She looked, uh… different with that black hair. I think it was better than the surf girl phase."
My best friend and my grandfather cracked up and I muttered between my clenched teeth.
"Thanks, Seth. That helped a lot."
He grinned at me.
Okay, so about a year ago, I had this phase of just wearing black clothes, and the black nails and everything. Since I couldn't rebel against the system in the traditional ways – disturbing the order, crashing proprieties (trust me, I tried. It gets a bit difficult when you have a mind reader as a father), I decided expressing my revolt on my clothes. I had even straightened my hair and dyed it black. The worst part is, I really thought I was being pretty hardcore, with the guitar and the leather boots.
Man, they looked at me and laughed. My family, who should be shocked, laughed. All of them, even Esme; the sweet, polite Esme cracked up, to my complete distress and humiliation.
You can picture the major turn off it was.
So, here I was, with the normal creamy tight pants, caramel boots, and white sweater; Standard Cullen outfit, pale, quality clothes. Oh, well, what can I do?
I also gave up on the guitar. I was never really good at it, but I love playing the piano and I'm giving the violin a shot.
"So, what do you think?" whispered Jacob, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at what he was pointing to. It was a 1967 Pontiac black GTO. Amazing!
"Oh, my God, Jake!" I squealed, walking to the car and getting really annoyed because I had to be in human speed. "This is freaking amazing!" I peeked on the inside and smelt the delicious scent of the leather. "Oh, my God. Look at those benches!" I turned to look at him and his smug smile, but I couldn't bring myself to care. "Where did you find it?" I practically groaned.
Jake chuckled and his long fingers passed on the door of the car, like he was caressing a cat and his hand covered mine. "On a ferry in Atlantic City. You wouldn't believe how cheap it was."
"Ahem," Charlie cleared his throat and Seth rolled his eyes.
"Well, if you two have finished having sex with the car, can we, please, go home? It's kind of starting to rain, you know," he smirked at us.
Jake glared at him and Seth's grin faded a bit.
"Can I drive?" I asked, since they seemed occupied putting my things in the back of the car.
"No!" said Charlie in a stern voice. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, come on! I already have a license," I growled.
"You are a kid," said Charlie, his lips pressed thin, just like mom.
"I'm eighteen," I replied, folding my arms, stubbornly.
"Wrong, kid. You are seven. Now, sit in the back of the car and put the on the seat belt like a nice girl."
Hmm, time to change tactics. I turned to Jacob and made my best-lost puppy face.
"Jake, please! Let me drive! Please, please, pleeeeeeaaaase!!!!!"
He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and nodded, "Go ahead. But I'll be by your side, so don't screw up."
"Yay!" I knew I could count on Jacob. I quickly went to the driver's door and opened the door. The sweet smell of that fantastic machine hit me.
"Jacob!" said Charlie, irritated, "She's too young to drive!"
Jake shrugged, "Not for the State, Charlie. And she's going to be okay. I was younger than her when I started to drive. Give the girl a shot."
I could see Charlie's distaste, but he didn't say anything else. He just opened the back door and sat besides Seth, who was pouting and folding his arms. I checked the rearview mirror and smirked at him.
"What's your problem, Seth?" I asked, as Jake sat by my side and closed the door. I turned on the car and the machine purred like a kitten. Beautiful.
"Nothing. I spend three days BEGGING Jake to drive the car and he denies me. YOU are here for five minutes and got it. THIS IS NOT FAIR!!" he said, raising his voice a bit. I saw Jacob rolling his eyes.
"Sorry, Seth. I guess he loves me more," I said and at the time, I had no idea.
The drive to Forks was pleasant, with the three of us torturing Charlie while we sang the songs on my iPod. I think Charlie didn't like much the new version of "Beat it, from the Fall Out Boy. "Too soon, I parked in the front of Charlie's new house. Did I tell you Charlie got married with Leah Clearwater's mother and "adopted" Seth? Now the three of them were living in a two story, four-bedroom house near the forest. Over the past few years, Charlie and Seth made a few visits to wherever we were living. But Sue never accompanied him in his travels. She had never really accepted the vampire thing.
We exited the car and Jake gave me my violin, as the others put my bags in the room I would be staying for the rest of the summer.
"Aren't you going to come in?"
He shrugged. "Sure."
He held my hand and led me to the house.
It was warm inside and it didn't take long until I heard the TV being turned on to a game, but there was definitely a woman's touch in everything; Scented candles, fresh flowers, and warm, inviting colors on the walls. And pictures, lots of them. But I just found a couple of Mom and me in hidden behind the others.
"Renesmee," said a calm, formal voice from the door of the kitchen. I turned and smiled to Charlie's new wife, Sue.
She was a thin, pretty woman, with thin laughing lines around her mouth. By the look of distress on her face, tough, she wouldn't be smiling any time soon. Her shiny black hair was cut very short, a bit more stylish then the last time I saw her. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white tank top.
"Sue," my tone was polite, but cold. I stretched out my hand and she shook it, very quickly. An awkward silence fell on the living room. Thank God, Seth decided on coming down and said, "Hey, Nessie! I put your things on the guest room."
"Okay, thanks Seth." I turned to Jake, "I'll take a shower and then we could take a drive somewhere, if you want to."
He flashed a slow, pleased smile at me. "Sounds good to me."
Before I could reach the stairs, I heard Sue saying. "The dinner will be settled at 8." And then she went back to the kitchen. I raised my eyebrows at Jacob and he shrugged and went to check the game with Charlie.
The guest room was in the end of the hall. It was painted in a warm shade of white. Colorful paintings of the forest and what I thought was First Beach were everywhere. There was nothing much besides a bed, a wardrobe and a table with a chair under the window. A colorful tan duvet with many tones of red, yellow, green and blue was the high point of the room. The bathroom was clean and had fresh towels. I was between taking a shower or calling my parents first, when my iPhone rang inside my purse.
I reached into the purse and struggled to find the damn iPhone. You have NO IDEA how many things Alice put in there. For some reasons I can't describe, she must think I need a powder, gloss, antifrizz conditioner, brush and a bunch of things I had no idea why they were used. I finally found the phone and picked up.
"Hey, Dad!" I said, leaning against the pillow and stretching my legs.
"Hey, princess. How was the trip?" relied him in his velvet voice.
"Noisy. How is Isle Esme?"
He sighed, dreamy. "Amazing. Your mother is the terror of the dolphins." He chuckled and I heard my mother saying:
"I heard that, Edward!"
"You are imagining things, love. I never said a word," he chuckled and I heard my mom mumbling something. I laughed as well. We were really attached, the three of us, and with the rest of the family. I missed them, but I knew they were having fun. "Nessie, sweetie, your mom wants to talk to you."
"Okay, oh, Dad! I almost forget to tell you."
"What is it?"
I told him about the car and he, as a fan of cars I knew he was, made me tell him every single detail about the GTO. It was him and Rosalie who taught me to love cars. But, for me, the most special thing I shared with my father was the love for the music. My childhood was short, but I had lovely memories of him teaching me to play the piano.
As soon as I described the whole picture and promised to send him a photo, my queen of Prom Mother picked up the phone.
"Hi, Mom!" I said.
"Hello, honey!" said her musical voice. I pictured her lying on the white, thin sand besides Dad, facing the amazing blue sky, sparkling like diamond. "How are things in Forks?"
"They are great, Mom. Grandpa has a great house and, you won't believe this: he dyed his hair!"
I heard Bella gasping.
"Charlie did what? Oh, my God. I have to see this. Renesmee, do your mom a favor and send me a picture!" she added, chuckling, and then she filled me in with the most recent Cullen gossip.
"Alice and Jasper are in Montana, with Carlisle and Esme, setting the new house up."
I raised an eyebrow. "I thought Rose and Em would help them."
I could imagine my mom smirking, "I think Rosalie wasn't very pleased when she knew she would have to face high school again."
Ugh, that was so Rosalie.
"Shouldn't she be used to it by this time?"
"Oh, you know Rose," she sighed, "She's with Emmett in London. Enjoying the very rainy British summer. Oh, talking about enjoying, Kate and Garret will be getting married in November."
I rolled my eyes at the ceiling and heard Seth knocking on the door. "It's about time. I thought they were never going to get married!"
"Kate said Garret wants to the ceremony be in the Amazon forest. Because of the exotic food, that's what she said."
I tried to picture our very pale family in the middle of the steamy rain forest, with Kate in a feather sarong and with the tribes of native's tambours as soundtrack. "That will be interesting. I believe Alice didn't appreciate the idea."
"On the contrary, my dear. She called it 'the challenge'. God help us."
I laughed with her and added, as Seth started to look bored. "Mom, I'll call you later, okay?"
"Fine, tell Charlie and the boys I said hi. I'll call Jake later. Bye!"
I turned off the phone and turned to Seth. "Yes?"
"You and Bella are a pair of bubbly grannies, did you know that?"
I stroke my tongue out at him. "As if you shape-guys didn't spend most of the time bubbling and gossiping around the pack. But I don't believe you are interested in sarongs, so split out, because I really need a shower."
He looked a bit awkward and bit his lip.
"I'd like to apologize because of my mother."
I felt so sorry for him. I went to him and pulled my arms around him.
"You have nothing to apologize for. It's not easy for her to accept what I am. And what my family is. This has nothing to do with you or Charlie."
"Yeah, I know. But my sister is coming home and things will get worse. I'm just letting you know."
I bet it will. I shrugged. "If this is true, I'll have to deal with it. If this is a problem, Seth, I can stay at a hotel for the next two weeks."
"Jacob would never accept that."
"Let me worry about Jacob," I said. Jacob would understand. He always does. I don't think with Charlie would be so easy to explain. "So, why did you guys decide to move?" I asked, picking out a fresh outfit to wear after the shower from my suitcase, "If Leah is living in Port Angeles; you would have my mom's old bedroom to yourself."
He frowned. "Didn't Charlie tell you? The old house was destroyed."
N/A: So, how do you find so far? Good? Bad? Please, review!