Sometimes the one thing you are looking for is the one thing you can't see. - Anonymous

The thing about Jacob and Renesmee, they're best friends.

They're supposed to be more than that though. Afte all, she's his imprint and as nature is a fucked up bastard that thinks a werewolf with a Lolita complex would be cute and romantic...

But the thing is they're best friends. And just best friends.

He's her big brother. She's his little sister.

Nothing more, nothing less and definitely not anything creepy.

Jacob Black may be a selfish and stubborn douche at times but he isn't some pedophilic nitwit.

Because he was there when she was born, when she first talked, crawled, walked, ran and hunted. He was there on her first day of pre-school, at school dances and contests. At her prom in an awkward night that both of them wished ended a lot sooner than it did (he never did get those puke stains out of the floor of the rabbit). He was an integral part of her life as she was in his.

He would do anything for her (as long as it was within reason, didn't cause him too much physical pain or cause the wrath of Bella Swan-Cullen). So when Renesmee tells him of her plans for a one woman around-the-world trip, he merely sighs, gives her strict orders to call him every single day and then helps her pack.

Renesmee talks to Jacob at least once a day.

Stealing her Grandpa Carlisle's car and loading it with luggage is a lot easier when she has a werewolf best friend helping her and making sure no one notices her departure at dawn. She now owes him more favors than what is surely legal but she can't complain when she drives into Seattle and feels that overwhelming sense of freedom.

There's not much to see in Seattle or Portland but she stops at Forks, a town she hasn't seen since she was four and walks around wet streets, dressed in baggy clothes for the downpour and spends the day wondering through places that seem distant and yet familiar. The beach in La Push, Jacob's old house, the school her parents went to, the old Cullen house in the woods and Grandpa Charlie's house.

Renesmee watches from a tree outside as her grandfather goes about his night, eating dinner and watching the game on TV. She vaguely wonders if this was how her dad was like when he was courting her mom but she shakes that thought out and continues to observe until Charlie finally falls asleep on the couch. She sneaks in quietly, her feet making no sound and she covers Charlie with a blanket before heading upstairs.

Her mom's room doesn't seem to have changed much from how it's described to her and she looks at old pictures and clothes and things that were forgotten and discarded as her mother sold her humanity. They all seem to call out to her as if welcoming the daughter of a girl that is forever gone – clumsy, awkward and insecure Bella Swan.

The sappiness of it all starts to feel a little much and she lays down on a cold bed, hugging a teddy bear that has been neglected for years and sleep comes quickly.

She's gone in the morning and Charlie doesn't suspect a thing.

San Francisco is quiet and tame when compared to Las Vegas and Renesmee spends the nights walking around in skimpy flashy clothes with too much make-up on and acting older than she really is. She goes to bars and drinks until she's a little tipsy, flirts with boys she never plans on calling, she dances to crappy music, parties until its dawn and she yawns all the way to her hotel room.

She stops in San Diego for gas and doesn't stop driving until she reaches Arizona. She stands outside at her mother's other childhood home and observes the paintjob and patched up roof courtesy of the new owners. She walks around the dessert, getting sand in her shoes and jeans and zipping her jacket off when she can't see any people and let's herself glow like a firefly under the moonlight.

She soaks in the sunlight, eyes closed and with a happy smile, feeling content until a sandstorm starts picking up and she's back in her car and driving out of town.

She reaches South America in a couple of days and she eats spicy food in Mexico, dances with handsome boys in Costa Rica and goes to coffee shops in Colombia. She parades around in pretty, short summer outfits enjoying the warmth and energy, lying on white sand beaches in the morning and listening to almost melodic guitar playing in small restaurants at night, she reads books in her rented apartment and drinks mug after mug of iced coffee.

She gets calls from her family and she tells them the same things. I'm fine. I'm not in any trouble. I'm not angry at any of you. Don't come find me.

But she doesn't say one thing. I don't want you here.

She just wants to be alone. And they could never give her that.

On her last day in Colombia, lounging about in the café she frequently went to, finishing off Markus Zusak's The Book Thief and on her third cup of coffee, a familiar boy enters and sits down in front of her.

He has dark hair and the bluest eyes she's ever seen with such an angelic smile, she could've fallen in love with him right away.

But she just says Hi and they become friends.

Nahuel comes with her and she lets him.

She finds herself a contradiction, the girl who wants to be alone and yet finds company. But Nahuel is funny, witty and nice and so much like and unlike Jacob, she can't help but like him.

They sail to Brazil and it's nearly midnight when they arrive at Esme's Island. And she spends the first night sleeping in her room while Nahuel explored the house, looking into bedrooms and inspecting the large DVD collection.

She wakes up in the morning to find breakfast at the table and she wolfs down every single thing he makes because it's so good and a part of her is mildly jealous that he cooks better than her.

They spend the day rock-climbing and looking at dolphins that swim away in fear from them. She's slightly disappointed about the dolphins but Nahuel throws her unceremoniously into the water and she forgets all about dolphins as she tries to drown the idiot.

They watch the sunset on the beach, both still wet from the water and the sand sticking to their skin. Her legs are tangled with his on the sand and he's still so warm and his hand dwarfs her. She stares at their intertwined hands, glowing at the last remnants of sunlight and she thinks they fit perfectly together.

She tells him just so and he laughs and she smiles back because he has such a lovely smile and she can't help but adore him.

At nightfall, they watch the stars from her bedroom window as she tries to remember the names of the constellations and stars and he tells her stories about his escapades in the past.

She tells him about her family and all her insecurities and fears and she just can't stop because his eyes have nothing but sincerity and adoration. And she listens too as he talks until all she can focus on is his mouth and how soft they look.

She kisses him unexpectedly and a little ungraceful. It's her first kiss and he doesn't disappoint her when he kisses back and it's so sweet and perfect and imperfect that it takes her breath away.

They don't go any further than a few pecks and his hands don't wander anywhere that would've made her father throttle him to the ground.

They simply lie on the bed, her head on his chest, her eyes closed and she's lulled to sleep by his even breathing and the sweet sound of his voice.

His lips are warm as they kiss her forehead and she can't help but love him.

They travel through Peru and Chile and Argentina and she feels so light and happy and hyped up on infatuation. Because Nahuel's wonderful and he makes her laugh every moment he can and what chance does she really stand?

In the mornings they go sight-seeing and shop and eat exotic foods while at night they dance and sing and do some pretty silly things like buy a bottle of tequila the shop owner was reluctant to give them and get so drunk they can barely walk straight to their apartment.

They're happy drunks and they laugh about everything and everyone until Nahuel's lips look so tempting and she kisses him and he's kissing her and it's all so foolish because they're acting like they're just normal lovesick teenagers and perhaps for that moment they're nothing more.

She's undressing him and the next moment there are no more clothes and his hands and lips are on her and he's gentle and clumsy but she doesn't mind. He makes her moan and sigh and giggle and it's perfect and it's imperfect and yes, she loves him. She loves him very much.

Nahuel's appearance is based on the fandom version with Logan Lerman.

This is a sort of a new spin on the whole 'Renesmee runs away plot' because seriously, if I was Renesmee, Volterra would not be my first stop. Aren't you happy I didn't make Jacob some kind of sicko here? I am. I got tired of the whole 'Jacob wants to make mutant babies with me and now I have to run away to Volterra to make vampy babies with Alec instead!' routine.

This will be three-shot with Nahuel/Renesmee and Alec/Renesmee.