I slowly lifted my fork to my mouth and took a bite of my omelet. I tried not to stare across the table at Illyana, who was picking at her food slower than I was. I wonder if she really didn't like human food, maybe she had only accepted the meal to be polite, or maybe because Nahuel told her to. Though, he did claim that Illyana would enjoy anything we put on her plate, she didn't seem too excited about what she was ingesting.
The table was awkwardly silent with just the petite blond and me sitting there. Nahuel and the rest of my family had gone out onto the porch for some small talk, and it was just me and Illyana inside. I had tried focusing on their words outside to fill the silence, but I had grown bored some time ago.
I looked down at my plate, which was now empty. My hair fell over my shoulder, and my bangs fell into my eyes a bit; but I could still feel her icy blue eyes watching me. I wonder why she was so strange to me. She was probably more like me than anyone else on the planet. Yet, she gave me this weird feeling of guilt whenever I was around her. And I, being the social butterfly that I am, could not think of one thing to say to her! I felt like a terrible host just sitting here in silence.
"You're lucky, you know."
My head snapped up immediately at the sound of her voice. The statement was so sudden I didn't even comprehend what she said.
"Huh?" I inquired idiotically.
Her eyes stayed down and guarded, focused on the flood she was picking at with her fork.
"I mean, having a family who loves you. A father, a- mother." Her voice was somber, with a slight trace of a Russian accent. If she had been in South America her whole life, I wonder how that had come about. I didn't bother to ask. Instead I said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Don't be silly. I'm sure Nahuel loves you." I insisted earnestly.
Illyana shook her head rapidly, her blond hair whipped from side to side.
"No, no, no." She responded with her eyes shut. "He sees me as an annoyance, a pest.
I didn't know what to say. I felt bad for the poor thing; randomly confessing her feelings to me with no real idea why.
Nahuel and Daddy came into the room then, and I watched as Nahuel looked from me to Illyana and back again. They must have heard us begin to talk. A lighthearted smile brightened Nahuel's features and he chuckled.
"Yana, are you bothering Renesmee?" He asked with a grin.
Illyana said nothing.
"Well Daddy, Nahuel, I'm quite spent, and Jake is coming over in a few minutes, so I'm going to head home okay?" I stated as I got up from my chair and made my way to the back door.
"Aright." Daddy said worriedly after me,
"Ah, Goodnight Renesmee." Nahuel called.
I walked out of the backyard and hopped lightly over the stones to cross the river. As soon as I got to the other side, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I whipped it out and flipped it open. A message from Jake. I couldn't help but smile.
Hey, I'm at your house but you're not here. It read.
I sighed and texted a quick Be right there. 3
I ran through the forest at top speed toward my house. I couldn't wait to see Jake. It had been only under twenty-four hours since I had seen him, but butterflies were still apparent in my stomach.
I ran into the lighted house without hesitation to find the TV on and a crunching noise coming from behind the couch.
"I hear you." A husky voice stated. My heart squeezed.
I growled playfully and ran directly for the couch. I jumped over the edge and landed directly on Jake's body.
The bag of chips he was eating were crushed underneath my legs. I laughed.
"Oh no you DID NOT!" He roared, rolling us off the couch and onto the floor. I screamed and struggled to get out of his grasp.
"Oh you're not going anywhere Nessie!" he growled as I began to laugh.
Jake pinned me to the ground and put both my arms over my head using one hand. I giggled.
"Now, what do you say for killing my poor chips, Renesmee?" He whispered breathily in my ear. I shivered.
"Sorry sir." I gulped, trying to hold back my smile.
"That's more like it." Jacob whispered. I looked up into his eyes and swear my heart melted. Playing aside now, he stroked my cheek and tenderly pressed his warm lips to mine. I wanted to grip him better, but my hands were still pinned above my head. His lips left mine momentarily, and was about to protest when I felt him at my neck. I sighed. His lips trailed down further to my collarbone, my throat, my chest. My heart wasn't pounding as I thought it would be, it was relatively calm, and feeling him felt amazing.
"Jacob…" I breathed. He set my hands free and I twisted my fingers in his hair. His lips moved back up to my face and met with mine. I couldn't think. His touch was so sweet. Our lips moved perfectly together and my heart picked up speed. I moved my hands down his body to the hem of his blue cotton tee shirt. Quickly, I pulled in up and he let me take it over his head and arms in one swift swipe. I gasped when his lips were back on mine urgently, more fiercely this time. I felt his sculpted body gingerly with my hands, while his were not in my tangled hair. He tested my mouth with his tongue, and I allowed him to without any uncertainty. My need for him was growing stronger and stronger by the minute, and my body wasn't used to it. But I wanted him. Bad.
My hands went for the button on his shorts, and I felt him freeze.
"Ness." He sighed, getting rolling off of me and grabbing his shirt.
I sat up and leaned back on my elbows.
"Jake? What's wrong?" I demanded.
He gave me a wary expression; as if the answer was completely obvious.
"Jake! We've gone through this! I'm not a child! And it's not like there's any chance of you hurting me! We're pretty much equal. I mean, unless you're scared of me hurting you… You know I'll take it as easy as I-" I babbled irritably.
"Its not you I'm scared of, Ness." He sighed, putting his shirt back on. It took me a minute.
"Oh come on. You've got to be kidding! You think I'd ever let my family get involved? Ha!" I laughed angrily.
"How could you not realize how protective they are Renesmee?" Jacob fumed.
"Of course I know they're protective! It's just that one of these days, fighting me on this is going to get old!" I groaned as I put my head in his lap. He looked down at me and smiled the tiniest bit.
"You know I'm gonna get in your pants sometime in the near future. Even if I have to rape you." I claimed as lightheartedly as I could.
With that, Jacob keeled over in fits of laughter.
Okay, If some of you are wondering where the hell this Russian thing is coming from; "I'll tell you... I don't know. But it's a tradition!"
Yeahhh, but in all seriousness, I am playing a Russian in a production of Fiddler on the Roof.
I am also a man, so they might even give me a sexy beard. (check out my latest YouTube video to see me ranting about that)
So to tell you the truth I just have Russian on the mind! I don't usually make up characters in fanfics cuz truly, it isn't my story to really change, but I couldn't resit.
REVIEWMOTHA FUKKASS! Just kidding... *content sigh*