*Hey there, all you readers. As some of you may know, I wrote a story called Renesmee's Diary and the unfinished sequel to that story, Never Again. Well, for some odd reason, the story was deleted without a reason... so, I'll repost Renesmee's Diary and continue Never Again on this discussion. I'll repost Renesmee's Diary on a new discussion and add the link later. Enjoy Never Again!*
***Warning: You will not get the whole story unless you've ready Renesmee's Diary. Here's the link to Renesmee's Diary: http://thetwilightsaga.com/group/fanfiction/forum/topics/renesmees-... ***
Sequel to “Renesmee’s Diary.” This takes place a year later and Nayeli and Jacob are a little over a year old, but they look about seventeen years old.
“Ah! Seth, stop it!”
But Seth continued to squirt the water out of the water gun. I started running, but fell onto the grass, laughing my butt off. He stood over me, soaking my shirt and shorts.
He laughed. “Come on, Nayeli, don’t be such a girl!”
I said, “I am a girl, you idiot!”
He just laughed and attacked me with the water gun. I held up my hands to block the water. Then, Jacob came in with the biggest water gun.
“Say your prayers, Clearwater!”
He blasted the water gun at Seth, and Seth immediately stopped shooting me. I got up and ran away, grabbing my water gun and assisting Jacob. Seth tried to block the water with his hands, but ended up falling flat on his back.
Seth called, “All right, all right! Truce! Truce!”
Jacob and I looked at each other and put down our water guns. Seth stood up, shaking his head so that the water in his hair sprayed us. I laughed as the drops of water flew off his hair and landed all over us.
“Dog,” I said to him.
He smiled. “Thank you.” We all laughed.
I said, “We should start getting ready for the dinner. Dad said that we’re going somewhere really nice.”
Jacob laughed. “He said you had to wear a dress,” he said, taunting me. I stuck my tongue out at him; I hated wearing dresses.
I retorted, “You better shut up before I tell Dad that you left Isaac at home to play with water guns with Seth and I.”
Jacob’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare.”
I smiled slyly. “Watch me.” Jacob groaned and started jogging towards the house. Seth and I laughed.
Seth looked at me and said, “Well, we should probably go now.”
I nodded and asked hopefully, “You’re still picking us up to take us to the dinner, right?”
He nodded, a smile on his face, “Of course. I’ll see you then.”
I brushed back a strand of black hair behind my ear, looking down nervously, and waved at him. “Later.”
I started running towards my house, feeling Seth’s gaze on me as I ran. I was home in half a minute. Jake was blocking the doorway, his arms crossed, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
“What,” I asked.
He smiled. “Just wait till I tell dad you have a crush on Seth. That will cover up the whole babysitting thing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up. No, I don’t.” But Jake just kept smiling. I shoved him out of my way and went inside, hearing his chuckling behind me.
Okay, so I don’t exactly act like a total girl. But, can you blame me? I have a twin brother, a younger brother, and my dad’s werewolf pack was all guys (well, except for Leah). So, basically, I’ve been raised around a bunch of guys. Don’t get me wrong, I love cute clothes and shopping and everything, but I’d rather play football with the pack the guys than go shopping with the girls.
When I got to my room, Aunt Alice was up there, sitting on my bed, smiling.
“Nayeli,” she said in a singsong voice. I groaned; she was going to dress me up, wasn’t she?
I started saying, “Aunt Alice, I-”
“Don’t even start because you know that I will dress you up, no matter what.” She had a sly smile on her face.
I sighed. “Fine,” I grumbled. She squealed. She already had a dress picked out for me and heels that I would probably trip in.
First, Alice made me take a shower, because I smelt like “wet dog.” I told her it was because of the water fight with Seth and that it was nothing, but she made me take one anyways. Next, she did my hair and makeup. After, I put on my dress, careful not to mess up my makeup and hair, and heels. Alice squealed when she saw me in the outfit.
“Nayeli, you look so gorgeous!”
She pulled me over to the full body mirror on my closet door… Wow. I actually looked really pretty. My hair was nice and straightened, reaching to the small of my back. I didn’t have much makeup on. I was in a really cute, deep blue dress. The bodice was tight and the strappy silver heels matched really great with it.
“Wow, Alice,” I said, marveling over how great the dress looked “I look-”
“Like a girl?” She laughed. “It’s about time. You have no idea how fussy you used to be about wearing dresses and skirts when you were little.”
I rolled my eyes. “I was going to say I look really nice. But, now, I take it back.”
She groaned. “You can’t take a joke, can you?”
I smiled. “Nope.”
She laughed at me. “Well, let’s show the world how beautiful you are.”
I rolled my eyes again, but followed her out the door. Alice went to my mom and dad’s room, no doubt, going to fix up my mom’s wardrobe. I decided not to follow and go to the living room.
“Nayeli,” my twin called.
I groaned and walked to his room. I stood at the frame of his door. He was in there, in a baby blue button down shirt and dress pants. He looked at me and laughed.
“Finally, you’re dressing like a girl,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Like I haven’t heard that one before. What do you need?” He held up his tie. I groaned, walked toward him, and helped him put on his tie.
“So,” he asked. “Where do you think we’re going?”
I shrugged, tying the tie under the collar of his shirt. “Dad said something about a ferry boat that he and mom went a long time ago. He said it was someplace really special to mom.”
“Then why do we have to dress like idiots?”
I playfully smacked his arm. “Because it’s their anniversary, stupid. Their second anniversary. And we’re going to be there to celebrate it with them.”
He rolled his eyes. “Can’t I just stay home,” he asked.
I shook my head. “Everyone’s going. Even Isaac.”
He groaned; Isaac was our youngest brother. He’s only four months old, but he looks and acts like a five year old. He’s really cute and sweet, but he hasn’t really found his full personality yet, so he follows Jacob around. If Jacob goes somewhere, Isaac has to go. If Jacob stays home from somewhere, Isaac has to stay home, too. If Isaac isn’t with Jacob, he’ll cry. Jacob loves Isaac, but he gets annoyed sometimes.
“Speak of the devil,” Jacob whispered as I finished tying his tie.
I looked out the door and saw Isaac. He looked so cute in his white button down and dress pants. He already had his tie tied, probably by Alice. His bronze hair was nicely combed and his dark brown eyes glittered with excitement.
“I’m ready,” he said. I laughed and picked up Isaac in my arms.
“You look very handsome,” I said.
He grinned a toothy grin. “Thank you.”
I kissed his cheek and put him down. He started running to mom and dad’s room, saying, “Mommy! I look handsome!” I laughed again.
I walked down stairs and saw dad down there, grabbing a water bottle. He looked really great in his tux. I smiled.
“Wow, dad,” I said. “Nice suit.” He turned around and chuckled.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” he said, raising an eyebrow at my dress.
I felt my face burn. “Alice got to me,” I said.
He laughed. “I kinda figured that out. You’d just better hope there aren’t any guys there. I don’t really feeling like kicking anybody’s-”
I cut him off, “Dad, calm down. I’ll try not to attract boys’ attention.”
He smiled. “That’s my girl.”
I laughed and hugged him. He kissed my head before letting me go. I decided to go sit in the living room. I carefully lounged on the couch, resting my head on the armrest. I closed my eyes and sighed contently for a second.
“Nayeli,” I heard my mom call. I opened my eyes and sat up, looking around.
“Over here,” She said, at the foot of the stairs.
I looked over at her from the couch and my jaw dropped; I had never seen my mother dress so… amazing. Her red dress flowed so far down, almost covering her feet. But you could just see her silver strappy heels and her toenails, which were glistening red. There was only one shoulder strap. She looked like a Greek goddess. My dad came into the room and he looked just as shocked as I was, his jaw dropping.
“Wow, mom,” I said. “You look great!”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” my dad said, looking at her for longer than necessary. I fake gagged. My mother looked at me and gave me that look that said, “There he goes with his compliments again.”
She looked at my dad and said, “I could say the same thing about you.” My dad smiled.
My mom looked at me and said, “Honey, Alice said you needed this.” She handed me a little silver purse. I groaned; will I even been needing this?
“Jacob William, Isaac Masen,” my mother called my brothers by their full names, indicating that she meant business. “You’d better be down here within a minute or I’m coming up there and getting you.”
Within seconds, Jacob was rushing down the stairs with Isaac behind him. “Ready,” Jacob said.
“Ready,” Isaac echoed. Jacob rolled his eyes; he didn’t really like being copied.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. I walked over, nearly tripping on my heels. Jacob and Isaac laughed. I scowled at them and opened the door. But all intentions of killing my brothers disappeared as soon as I turned to who was at the frame of the door. It was Seth. He looked so handsome in his burgundy button down and khaki dress pants. His hair looked nice and combed, gelled and probably filled with hairspray or something.
I quickly went out of my reverie before anyone could notice I was staring. “Wow, Seth,” I said. “That’s a really great outfit.”
He smiled at me, looking at me, as well. “Thanks. And you look… amazing.” I felt the blood burn in my cheeks.
Jacob coughed out, “Desperate.” Isaac snickered.
I turned and threw my purse at him.
“Ow,” he exclaimed, rubbing his forehead.
I said, “Woops. Could you pick that up for me, Jake? It flew out of my hand.” I emphasized “flew.” He glared at me and picked up the purse. My parents and Seth laughed; now I knew why I’ll need that purse. Thank you, Alice.
“Nice throw,” Seth whispered.
I smiled. “Thanks.”
He said, still whispering, “You really do look amazing, by the way.”
My face began to burn again. “Thanks,” I sad timidly. Seth smiled.
My dad said, “All right, people. Let’s get to the dinner before the night gets old. Nayeli, Jacob, Isaac, you’ll ride with Seth.” As everyone start scattering out of the house, my dad eyed me suspiciously. I rolled my eyes and shook my head; I knew exactly what he was thinking and it wasn’t like that between Seth and me. We were just friends… sorta.
“Shotgun,” I called as we walked to Seth’s red Corolla.
Isaac whined, “No fair! I wanted shotgun.”
Jacob said, “Don’t worry, Isaac. She only wants shotgun because she wants to sit next to Seth in the car.” He smirked at me.
I turned and hit Jacob with my purse again, hitting him where it counted. Jacob fell onto his knees, groaning in pain. Isaac and Seth started laughing. I smiled.
“I’m sorry, Jake, I didn’t hear you. What did you say,” I asked him, smirking.
He looked up at me and scowled. “Nothing,” he grumbled. Seth chuckled and we got inside the car.
“Well,” he said. “Let’s go.” He put his car in drive and we were on our way.
This was going to be some night.
Alice Cullen is right, Nayeli's dad is Jacob, the Jacob referred in all the Twilight books.
Thank you :)
Carlisle came within seconds and he started examining Jacob. Just as he was looking him over, my mom asked Seth and I to go pick up Isaac from school. As soon as Seth and I walked out the door, my hands started to shake slightly. My knees started to shake, too. Seth held me by my elbows.
“Nayeli, calm down,” he said. I nodded my head, but I felt so shaky, I couldn’t move. Seth sighed and picked me up in his arms. I couldn't help but cuddle against his chest. He walked me over to the car and just sat me in the passenger seat, sitting beside me. He wrapped his arms around me in a comforting hug. I fought to keep the tears from streaming down my face; I’ve cried only in front of Seth, my brothers, my dad, and my mom, because I don’t like to cry in front of people. I clung on to him, burying my face in his warm chest.
“Nayeli, please,” he said, his voice slightly pained. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
I took in deep breaths and nodded again, trying to calm down for Seth’s sake. I started to stop shaking and Seth let go of me so that he could take a good look at me. Soon, I was slightly trembling, but Seth didn't say anything. He went around to the driver’s seat, turned on the ignition, and started drive to Isaac’s school. Neither of us spoke the whole way to the school.
When we got there, it was a couple minutes before the bell rang for the end of school. I just sat there, looking blankly at the windshield. I clutched to the armrest tightly so Seth wouldn’t see my hand shaking. I couldn't believe is. My brother, Jacob... he's hurting. He's hurting and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
I could feel Seth’s gaze on me. I wondered how I looked right now. Maybe I looked… frightening. Like, depressed or something.
“Nayeli,” he called me cautiously.
“Yeah,” I asked, still staring out the windshield.
He hesitated before continuing. “Please, just say something. The silence is killing me.”
I asked tonelessly, “What do you want me to say?”
He said, “Anything! Laugh, cry, smile, do something! I just can’t stand to see you so sad.”
“I’m not sad.”
He sighed. “Nayeli, I know you’re scared and worried for Jacob. But you seriously can’t be denying that you’re concerned about him.”
I just stayed quiet, but I looked down at the ground. I slowly shifted myself so that I rested my chin on my knees. I wrapped my arms around my legs and hid my face behind my knees; I usually did this when I was scared or nervous. It didn’t happen a lot, but, when it did, this position helps me keep myself together. It was too bad that Seth knew me so well.
He sighed, got out of the car, and came around to my side. Before he could open the door, I locked it. He sighed again.
“Nayeli, open the door,” he said, his voice muffled through the window.
I shook my head. He held up his keys in his hand and unlocked the door. I looked away from him; I forgot that this was his car, therefore, his keys. He sat beside me, making me scoot over so he could fit on the tiny seat. I refused to look at him, just looking the other way at the driver’s seat. He just sat there patiently. When it was about half a minute later, I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was staring intently at me, his eyes pained. I sighed and turned to face him.
“Nayeli, you can’t hide away from how you feel.”
I whispered in a small voice, “I can try.”
He sighed and put a hand on mine. I looked at our hands, then at him. He had the most sincere expression on his face that I had ever seen. I had never noticed, but his eyes weren’t the black I had always thought they were. They were a really dark brown color. They looked so… warm and inviting.
“I know that you’re scared,” he said, not taking his off mine. I couldn’t pull mine away from his either. “I know that you love your brother and you don’t want anything bad to happen to him. But, Nayeli, you have to trust that everything’s gonna be okay. Nothing bad will happen. I promise.”
“You think so,” I asked, my voice cracking; I felt the tears threatening to spill. “I mean… how do you know?” I looked down and was about to turn away when Seth cupped his finger under my chin, forcing me to look back up at him.
“I know so,” he said. “He’ll be fine, I promise.”
Then, the tears welled and spilled over. I tried to turn away to wipe them away, but Seth’s hand kept me in place. He gently wiped away the tears with his thumb, still not taking his eyes off of mine.
Unexpectedly, I threw my arms around his neck in a tight hug. He hugged me around my waist, holding me close to him.
“Thank you,” I whispered. He pulled away and smiled weakly at me.
“For everything. For being there for me since I was little, for being my best friend, for being there with me through everything. For being the most incredible, honest, trustworthy, caring, understanding person I’ve ever known.”
He smiled weakly again. “A best friend isn’t supposed to be the opposite of those things, are they?” I had to laugh from that.
Then, in that instant, with Seth here with me as I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t have felt more… myself than I had in a long time. I really did like Seth. I could feel it. I really did like Seth. I liked everything about him. His smile, his bubbly, happy personality, his warm embrace, his sweet words, his great sense of humor… absolutely everything about him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted it so bad.
But, then I remembered an important detail: Seth hasn’t Imprinted yet. This means that if we start dating and he Imprints, he’ll dump me for his Imprint. I couldn’t be with him unless I wanted my heart to be broken.
Then Seth lean in to kiss me. Oh, God, what was I going to do? I did what any other girl would do when she was confused and a guy was about to kiss her.
I turned my face as his lips touched my cheek lightly. I didn’t dare look at him, because I knew he would be hurt from the rejection. When I turned to look at him, he was looking down at the ground obviously not wanting me to see his expression.
“We should pick up Isaac,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered back. He slowly moved out of the car and helped me out. We leaned against the car, waiting for the bell to ring. That’s when the wind picked up and made me shiver. Crap, I should have worn a sweater. I folded my arms and bit down on my tongue to keep my teeth from chattering.
Seth hesitantly wrapped his arms around me. The warmth over the cold made me have goose bumps. But I invited the warmth, leaning against Seth for more warmth. I looked up at him to see him smile weakly at me; you could still see the hurt in his eyes. I tried to smile for him and rested my head against his chest. God, I was going to hell for what I was putting Seth through.
The bell rang and kids scattered out of the small building. A few minutes later, Isaac was looking around in the parking lot for us. Seth raised an arm and waved for Isaac to see us. Isaac finally looked up and smiled, running towards us. Seth let go and I picked Isaac up in my arms, hugging him.
He pulled back and asked me, “Why didn’t mom or dad pick me up?” Seth and I looked at each other.
I sighed and said, “They were doing something important at home and they asked us to pick you up.” Isaac just nodded, looking cautious. We all climbed into the car and drove home. It was just as silent driving back as it was going to the school.
When we got home, my dad was waiting on the porch for us. Isaac got out and ran to dad, hugging him. Dad hugged him just as tightly, looking tired. Isaac was telling him all about his first day of school for a couple of minutes. My dad tried to look excited for my brother. Then, he asked Isaac to go inside and tell mom about his first day.
I walked up to him and saw his tired face.
“What’s wrong with Jacob,” I asked. He sighed.
“He’s phasing. It’s going to be a twenty-four hour thing, so he’ll be in pain for a while.” I put my hand over my mouth, feeling those tears coming around again.
“Is he okay right now,” I asked.
Dad sighed. “Well, he’s still in pain, but he’s trying to get some rest. But your mom… she’s not feeling very good right now.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
Dad explained, “Another thing that happens is that we get so enraged when we’re in the process of phasing, it’s hard to control it. Well, Jacob isn’t much of a fighter, but he was cussing out your mom, saying that nothing was going to be okay and she was talking nonsense about everything.” I looked at my dad in shock; Jacob would never do that to mom, even if he tried. He loved mom so much.
I shook my head and looked down. My dad hugged me and kissed the top of my head.
“I know you love your brother,” he said. “And he’ll be okay in a couple of hours.” I nodded, but I don’t think it would make me feel better.
Seth and I headed inside. I ran up the stairs to Jacob’s room, only to find him without a shirt, lying on his bed, still sweating and shivering. I knelt beside him.
“Nayeli,” he said through his chattering teeth, his voice hoarse. I handed him his glass of water that was on his bedside table. He took it in his shaking hands and drank a little. I took it out of his hands and put it back on the table.
I wiped off the sweat on his forehead and said, “Get some sleep. You need it.” He nodded and closed his eyes. In a couple of minutes, he was asleep, but still shivering. Then, Seth came inside the room and sat beside me. I sighed, knowing what I had to do.
“Seth,” I said, still looking at Jacob. “I can’t go on that date with you tonight.”
From the corner of my eyes, I could see his face filled with hurt. “Why,” he asked in a toneless voice.
I sighed; I didn’t want to tell him that I would eventually get my heart broken because he hadn’t Imprinted yet. That would make me seem a little dramatic.
“I have to be here for Jacob,” I told him; it wasn’t a lie. I was going to stay in Jacob’s room until his twenty four hours were up.
I looked down at the ground and whispered, “I’m sorry, Seth.” Then, I looked back at Jacob and asked, “Can you please just go?” Seth looked at me incredulously for a second, but got up and nearly ran out of the house. When I heard the front door slam, the tears slid down my cheeks.
I got up and went into my room, grabbing a pillow, two blankets, and Seth’s wolf. I changed into my pajamas. Then, I heard my cell phone vibrate on my bedside table. I looked at the caller ID and picked it up.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Nayeli,” Amber’s voice said excitedly on the other line. “When can I come over to help you get ready for your big date?”
I sighed. “Am, I can’t go on the date after all.”
“Why not,” she asked, sounding more disappointed than concerned.
“Something happened with Jacob and I have to stay home to help take care of him. I’m sorry, I really knew that you wanted to help me get ready and stuff, but it’s not happening.”
“It’s fine, I totally get it. I really hope Jacob’s okay, though. He seemed a little weird at lunch.”
I nodded. “All right, well, see you later, Amber.”
I hung up my phone and sighed. I went back into Jacob’s room and made a little place for me to sleep next to his bed. I put down a blanket, then my pillow, then another blanket. I laid my head on the pillow, pulling the blanket over me.
Poor Seth looked so heartbroken. And I really wanted to go on that date with him. But I don’t want to be the one getting her heart broken in the end. I closed my eyes and let myself cry, hugging the stuffed wolf tighter. I heard the faint sound of a wolf howling as I cried myself to sleep.