AN: WOW... been two years since I thought of writing this story in Port Angeles... My life in Renesmee's body and Bella's story. I can't believe I actually made it this far! I have to say I'm very proud of my work and edited this way more than any other book I've writen (and that includes school work). I had to make this perfect for everyone. Although I know this doesn't have many people waiting, I hope people will learn to love it :) I would like to thank Luana Scott (my editor) for putting up with my numerous emails! I hope you will think it's just as romantic as she does (I think it's my best yet!). Trailers on my channel if you're interested. Although I'm not getting sick of smelling Coffee and listening to the Beatles here in Starbucks (just bought the second twilight graphic novel... or ordered it xD) I better get going!

DON'T OWN STORY COMPLETLY! ALL/MOST CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL (yes some are real)! ALL GOES TO EITHER ME OR STEPHENIE MEYER! (For whole story so i don't have to say this for every chapter).

Prologue

I once heard the best way to die was in someone you love's arms… I wasn't sure if this would be possible now. I didn't know where Jacob was now, he didn't know where I was either, so no, I wouldn't be dying peacefully… or happily.

If I had never gone to Forks, would this still be happening? If I had never met Jacob or the Calhouns, would I be in more danger than I was now, or would I be safe and sound with a normal life?

No. I have no regrets. Do this for Jacob, I thought. Do this for everyone. Better to be dead a hero than live a coward.

The tracker stared at me with hungry eyes. I hid the fear and tried to show bravery. I would not run, I would do this for Jacob, his pack, for my family, for everyone I loved.

I took a step forward and it all began…

1. FIRST SIGHT

My dad drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. My mom was sitting in the front seat and my siblings, Alice and Emmett were fighting about who would use the computer when they got home.

It was 25 degrees Celsius in Toronto, Canada. The sky a perfect blue, according to my iPhone, it would be like this all day, and surprisingly, Forks would be just like it, but of course, much colder.

I was wearing one of my favourite shirts, low V-neck and jeans that I was sweating in now, but wouldn't be as soon as I made it to at least Seattle.

It rains in Forks more than any other place in the United States of America. It was in the Olympic Peninsula, under a near consent cover of clouds and rain.

It was from this town that I grew to actually like when I was fourteen, just visiting my grandpa for about a week, but that was in the winter, Christmas, when all the trees and grounds were covered in snow. Snow was something I often saw in Canada, I haven't actually seen Forks without its snow cover except for in movies and images on Google. I haven't been to Forks since then, my mom and dad moved away from the town when I was only a few months old, and Alice, almost two years. Alice says she doesn't remember much about Forks, being so young when we lived in that town.

"Renesmee," My mom said for the millionth time today. "You don't have to do this."

My mom kind of looks like me, I have her eyes and her nose, but I get most of my features from my dad, like my hair and almost my face just in general. Alice and Emmett look more like my mom then I do.

"I want to go." I half lied.

As much as an actress I was, I'd always been such a bad liar. I was only half excited because it was an adventure that I've longed for, for so long. The other half wanted me to stay, how could I leave my parents and my siblings, when I was going to live with someone I barely even knew.

Alice had Jasper so she would have someone to cry to when life was unfair, and Emmett had his video games so he would feel less lonely.

I hated the cold in Canada, just as much as I hated the heat in the summer. I used to dream of living in California when I was younger, I loved the dry heat and everything when I was there for only a few days. But of course, I have to trade my sunny days and snowy ones for rainy Forks, not that I minded rain much, it just seemed to get in the way of things.

So you ask yourself, why would I go and move in with my Grandpa Charlie? Well actually, I not only needed the adventure , I needed some kind of inspiration. Not only I was an actress, I was a great writer as well, with many other things. I guess you could call me multitalented.

"Tell Charlie I said hi." My mom said.

My dad pretty much stayed silent through the whole thing, it took a lot of persuading to get my parents to agree and even though my dad gave me his permission to leave, I was sure that he was still not so sure about me moving in with his father in law. Going into another country at sixteen was almost completely against his rules. But he knew I was responsible enough to be on my own at such a young age, unlike Alice who doesn't call when she's hanging out with friends after school and refuses to pick up the phone.

"I will." I promised.

My mom told my siblings to say goodbye, Alice was already making plans with Jasper when she gets home, texting him like mad on her phone and Emmett just waved. My dad said a quiet bye and hugged me as well as my mom. Then just like that, I was on the plane.

It was about a four hour flight to Seattle, I had a connecting flight to Minneapolis after two hours on the plane and then another two hours to Seattle. I brought one of my favourite books on the flight, but seeing that there was a girl with a J-14 magazine in her hands in the seat beside me, made me kind of wish I brought something that involved me writing, or at least reading something that would involve me looking at something interesting instead of words that I've seen many times before.

I played a few games of book worm on my iphone but got bored, luckily, we just reached Seattle and I had to pack my stuff.

I looked out the window, like my iphone said before, it was about as sunny as Toronto, but I could see it getting cloudy and dark, due to the fact it was about four o'clock here. There was a three hour difference from Toronto but my Iphone automatically changed its clocks. There would be no phoning home at least until the morning.

I almost got lost in the Seattle airport, but I avoided looking like I needed help. I somehow managed to find the exit of the airport and I saw grandpa Charlie with his police cruiser.

Charlie didn't change much in the last two, almost three, years. His hair was brown with a little white hairs you only saw when you looked at him closely, he smiled as soon as he saw me.

"Hey, Rennie," He said, and gave me a one armed hug, and taking my bags into the back of the cruiser. I only had about three bags to load inside. I didn't plan on staying too long, but just long enough to get that inspire thing going.

"I found a good car for you," Charlie said when we were strapped in and on our way to the ferry. "Real cheap."

I raised one eyebrow at him, and he frowned. "You do have your license, right?"

"Yeah," I said. "But I was going to get my own car."

"Don't worry about it, my friend Billy Black sold it to me."

"You already bought it?"

"Well... yeah... as a late birthday gift."

"You didn't have to do that." He shrugged.

"I want you to be happy here, don't worry about it." I sighed, I knew I lost this battle.

"What kind of a car is it?" I asked.

"A Chevy, it's a real classic, they don't build them like that anymore." I bit my lip.

"How old is it?" I could tell that this was the kind of question Charlie wanted to avoid.

"I think it's a '51 or '52... Billy bought it in the eighties or something like that." I sighed.

"Grandpa, I can't afford to get a mechanic, if it breaks down—,"

"Now, now, Renesmee, Billy's son did some work on the engine. It runs perfectly!" I had to take Charlie's word for that.

We stayed in the car during the ferry ride—we didn't quite see any point on getting out since it was only about a twenty minute ride to the other side, when we got off there was another four hour drive to and I just talked about the weather and how I start school on Monday, and that was it for conversation. We passed by Forks High School on the way to Charlie's, driving it was less than a ten minutes drive there.

Charlie's house was a grey and blue, with a garden in the front, looking actually taken care of thanks to his friend who planted the whole thing. He had no wife to take care of it. There were two windows in the front and a porch. But what really caught my eye was my new, well new to me, truck.

It was a faded red car, looking really old. I wasn't sure if it would run, but I could see myself in it. It was one of those cars you see in a crime scene or on television where the paint was unscratched and no dents in sight. I actually loved it.

"Wow grandpa, I love it!" I said, Charlie gushed and just helped me take my bags upstairs. He took two of the biggest bags and I took the rest.

I had the bedroom facing the front of the house, I had two windows: one was in the front and another to the side. I had a twin bed, a rocking chair, a desk with a computer and a telephone to keep me and my family connected. Nothing was familiar because I slept on the couch and never went upstairs, except to use the washroom, the days I was here last. I was never curious to explore, but it looked like I had no other choice but to now that I was living here.

I counted my lucky stars that Charlie didn't hover, he let me unpack my clothes without asking for help. I only had time to unpack my pajamas to change into because it was late, and I was tired from the flight. I heard Charlie snoring already in the room beside me, but it wasn't enough to keep me awake.

It started to rain in the middle of the night. That along with Charlie's snoring was enough to keep me awake for a while, I didn't fall asleep at least until midnight when the rain softened to a drizzle.

The next morning, I slept in until 10:30, since it was a Sunday, Charlie didn't go to work, but that did mean I had to continue unpacking, not that I minded.

I kept my breakfast simple, just two toasted brown sugar pop tarts. Charlie stuck to coffee, he asked how my parents were and I said they said hi. He asked about my siblings and said I could use the phone to call my parents anytime. I took after breakfast as a chance to call them. It would be about three o'clock over there anyways.

My dad and I didn't have that much of a conversation. He asked if I got home okay and how Charlie was doing. I told him I'd talk to Alice on facebook later if I had the chance.

I was starting to hang up my dresses in the closet when Charlie called me for lunch. I knew Charlie couldn't cook, but he gave me the chance to try out my new truck to the diner. I was the one driving and it was annoying when he kept reminding me to go under fifty, because of the car.

The car's smell was faintly of tobacco and gasoline as well as peppermint. Either Charlie or Billy attempted to clean it. As for the outside, I didn't really get a chance to admire my truck like I wanted to because I was rushing to get out of the rain and into the car.

Forks Coffee Shop was just on South Forks Avenue, Charlie's directions to the restaurant were simple. I tried my best to memorize them, I had a feeling that we would be going here a lot. Sure, I could cook, but only so many things like peanut butter cookies and soup in a can.

The sign was broken and only moved as much as half the rotation it was supposed to go. The front had a neon sign talking about its famous berry cobbler and steak. I noticed the wooden logs there and wooden chairs in the waiting room, even though we were supposed to seat ourselves. Charlie picked the booth on the corner of the room to our right. Our waitress, Darci, gave us menus and some little cups of water. Charlie ordered a steak and I ordered a Chicken Caesar salad, still a little full from breakfast.

"Do you eat here often?" I asked as we waited for our food.

"It beats doing dishes all the time." He said. I nodded."We're going over to Billy's for dinner tonight."

"Why?" he laughed.

"Billy wanted to meet you and invited us to dinner tonight. Don't worry, he's a great cook!" I laughed, a little relieved. At least I wouldn't have to pretend to like something his friend made. Charlie would've given me some kind of warning otherwise.

Charlie went on and on about Billy as I ate. He talked about how he's in a wheel chair, he has two daughters who graduated, and a son, who was my age, and he lived down in La Push, the tiny Indian reservation about half an hour away from Forks. I could tell he was very close to Billy Black, it was the longest time I've ever heard Charlie talk at one time.

When we finished, I finished unpacking before Charlie called me to go. So, I went on my computer to see if Alice was online, she wasn't but some of my other friends sent me messages telling me that they missed me already. I replied to my best friends', Marie and Austin's messages with extra love.

They were the one things that I missed the most. Marie had a care free laugh and always made me feel happy, same with Austin who had feminine traits to him, but I guess that's what I loved about him the most. Austin and I met in the fourth grade and he moved away a few months later when he moved in. I met Marie around the same time and we've been going to the same school ever since, that is until tomorrow.

It stopped raining at around five to six, that's when Charlie told me it was time to go.

It took at least half an hour going the speed limit to the Black's house. It was passed the Quileute Tribal Center and about ten minutes after a store.

It was a faded red colour with a dark garage to the right side. The porch had two chairs and the mail box was black with sticker lettering saying "B Black".

"This is it!" Charlie said with a little enthusiasm in his voice. It would be my first time ever meeting Charlie's best friend, I guess he was nervous that they wouldn't like me, or I wouldn't like them.

"I wanted to tell him that he shouldn't worry, I seem to get along fairly well with adults. They all seemed to love me, whether they were my teachers or just helping me with an audition when I needed help. Even people at my dad's physiotherapy office stop and chat with me.

We walked up the steps on the side, me following Charlie as he knocked on the door. I saw a dark silhouette of a man in a wheel chair, by the looks of it, coming to the door. It opened.

Billy Black had long hair up to his shoulders and black, friendly eyes that smiled when he saw his friend. He was in a wheel chair, as Charlie mentioned, he barely paid any attention to me, taking time to greet his best friend.

"Hello, Charlie!" he said. "'Bout time you got here!"

"Sorry, Billy. Ren had some last minute packing to do, I had to insist on her meeting you and Jacob." his eyes shifted to mine. I smiled, politely.

"Hi," I said.

"You must be Renesmee, right?" he held out his hand and I shook it as I nodded.

"I have a son who's about your age. You're sixteen, right?" I nodded.

"Where is Jacob anyways?" Charlie asked.

"He's out with some friends. He should be on his way home now." I wondered why Charlie and Billy were so eager for me to meet Jacob. Did they think we were going to be good friends just because he was my age? Or were they playing some match maker game? Either way, I didn't really care.

I used to have a soft spot for boys. I used to be eager to get a boyfriend no matter who it was, but that was before all my guy friends started crushing on me. The biggest mistake of my life was going out with one of them. Before we could even go on a first official date, I dumped him and I haven't talked to him ever since.I wasn't even looking for a decent boyfriend at that time, my mind was far changed. I figured life was better single, no heart breaks or worrying about him not liking your taste at dinner or his parents disapproving of you. There were more important things then boys in this world.

Billy invited us inside the small house. I had to admit, it was actually kind of nice. As soon as I entered, I was hit by a musky woodsy scent that I immediately loved. Billy had a couch and a TV in the corner with a table behind it. The kitchen was in the same room. To the right, were the washroom and three bedrooms and a closet. But what I didn't understand, was there were pictures and paintings of wolves everywhere.

"Are you liking Forks so far, Ren?" I nodded, answering Billy's question from what I could manage to say. "Different from Canada, isn't it?"

"Not really. Just more rain... And more trees. Canada isn't quite as pretty as here though." it was true, I've never seen anything so beautiful, really.

"Well, I'm glad you like Forks." Billy smiled, I nodded.

"So Billy, can you tell the kids to stay out of the woods. I've been getting reports about some bear in the area." I raised one eyebrow at Charlie. He never told me this.

"Will do, chief." Billy said. "Hey, Charlie, will you help me grill those burgers?"

"No problem, Billy." the two went toward the back door when we heard a loud car nearby, parking on Billy's drive way.

"Oh, that's Embry dropping Jake off." Billy mumbled, clearly not impressed with the noise Embry's car was making. Charlie continued to wheel Billy outside.

I heard two sets of feet rushing to the door, I got up, about to follow Charlie and Billy, when the two people started knocking. I noticed the door was actually locked.

"Billy, open the door!" a husky voice said, the knocking continued. I unlocked the door and two boys with russet skin opened it.

One had long hair and the other had curly hair. The one with the curly hair seemed more burly then the other and between the two, I couldn't tell which one was Billy's son.

Their eyes widened when they saw me, probably surprised there's a girl in the house, or because it wasn't Billy who opened the door.

"Hi..." said the curly haired one. I made a sideways smile and waved a little.

"Which one of you is Billy's son?" I asked. Both their eye brows raised and they looked at each other. The two talked at the same time.

"I am!" they both said. I couldn't help but laugh at them. But still, I had no idea.

"Quil! Embry! Don't fool around with the poor girl's head!" Billy called. The two boys frowned.

"Guys!" another husky voice called. "Can you help me out with these?" Quil and Embry looked at each other again, I shoved between them to see if I could help this guy, and to see how many more boys were there claiming to be "Jacob".

The third boy almost looked like the long haired's twin. I couldn't quite see his face, but I did see he had muscles and a well developed chest. His head was ducked down trying to get something in the trunk.

I saw grocery bags on the floor, some of them waiting to tip over any second now. I guessed this was Jacob, taken there were no other boys here.

"Need some help?" Jacob jumped a little at the sudden change of voice. My voice was nowhere near as husky as his friends'. He stood up to look at me. He had a pretty face too, square jaw, brown eyes, and the same russet skin as his friends and Billy.

"Hi..." he said, casually, but as well as confused.

"Are you Billy's son?" he laughed.

"One and only," I smiled, knowing I got it right. "You're Renesmee, right? Charlie's granddaughter."As we were talking, Quil and Embry stared at us, then eventually started taking in the groceries, leaving about four bags for what I guessed, Jacob and me.

"That's me." He smiled and I smiled back.

"I'm Jacob." He introduced himself.

"Oh really? I thought your other friends back there were Jacob." He laughed at my mock confusion.

"Nah, that's just Quil and Embry. Embry's the one with the long hair and Quil's the one with the short hair." As he spoke he picked up all four bags.

"Let me help you with those." I said, holding my hand out to take one.

"Nah, I'm cool with it." He didn't look like he was struggling so I didn't argue. After all, he did look strong enough, he was much taller than me. I was about five three, he had to be at least six foot, maybe taller.

I followed Jacob inside, helping him by opening the door for him, he thanked me and his friends were watching television on his couch. The bags they brought inside were piled up, covering the table and some on the floor.

"You guys wouldn't mind helping me put these away?" Quil and Embry turned their heads from the screen to look at us.

"Actually, bro, I have to get home. My mom's going to kill me if I don't get home soon." The long haired one, Embry, said, getting up and going out the door.

"Me too." Quil said getting up and turning off the TV. He left, calling Embry to wait for him to give him a ride.

Jacob turned to me, with pleading eyes. I already took one bag and helped him before he could ask. I had to ask Jacob from time to time where to put some things, but in about five minutes, we had everything put away.

"Thanks, Renesmee. My friends can be jerks sometimes." He rolled his eyes.

"No problem, I'm used to doing that kind of stuff at home. My siblings never help." He laughed, I laughed with him.

"Are you the eldest in your family?" he asked, trying to start another conversation.

"No, I'm the middle child. Alice is older than me by almost two years and Emmett is younger than me by the same amount."

"I'm the youngest." He said, and then smirked. "and better looking." We laughed together again.

"Not me, my sister and brother have the looks, lucky duck." He chuckled at that, as did I.

"Are you sure about that?" I rolled my eyes.

"You'll see, I look like an ogre compared to them."

Jacob and I didn't talk for long because Billy called us outside for dinner. There were beach chairs and a fire pit in the back yard as well as a forest. Jacob took the seat between me and Charlie as Billy served us. Charlie was right, Billy's cooking was awesome. Jacob ate at least eight burgers, him being as big as he is. I had about two, even though I wanted to eat more.

We stayed for another hour before it got dark and Charlie had to work in the morning. I was kind of sad we had to go, Jacob and I became great friends. At least that was a plus for me, I made one friend here. Me and him exchanged cell phone numbers and email addresses to keep in touch.

In the car, Charlie seemed to be interested in what I thought of the Blacks.

"Billy's a great cook, you were right." I said. He chuckled a little.

"And Jacob?"

"He's really cool." I said, smiling. "He's a great buddy."

"Yeah, he's a good kid." Then he bit his lip. "Have any plans to hang out with him any time?" I shook my head.

"No," I said. "He said I should come again sometime but no time in particular." I saw him nod at the corner of my eye. "Why?"

"Just curious." He said. "Hey, watch it! Speed limit, Rennie, speed limit!" I rolled my eyes and slowed the car down until Charlie was satisfied.

When we got home, I checked my email to see if my mom sent me anything, sure enough, she did.

Renesmee,

We miss you already. How's Forks? I'm sorry I wasn't home when you called, I went to work again today. Alice and Emmett already miss you, and so do me and your dad. Call me when you get this.

I love you, Mom.

I hit the reply button saying that I missed her and I was liking Forks so far. I left out the part about her lying about Alice and Emmett missing me, I was sure they barely noticed I was gone.

I didn't fall asleep easily that night, not as easy as the night before. I was thinking about so many different things falling asleep, like if I would remember the way to school or if I would make any friends there.

AN: Hope you like it so far :) Stay tuned for more! (also on Forbidden Fridays I will be posting special features for this story with pictures of characters in real life, were I was when I thought of writing this, updates for this story, and songs to go with them! Go to My FACEBOOK for this, like or become a member, links on my profile)

Q: Did Jacob imprint Renesmee/You?

A: No... But you have to read on ;)