☼Rising Sun☼

☼ chapter two ☼

RENESMEE

Jake throws his head back in laughter, his breaths coming in huge, heaving gasps. "Shit Ness, why the hell would you-?"

I bury my face in his shoulder, grinning so widely my cheeks burn. "I don't know, I was bored!"

"You know," he chuckles, his hands rubbing my arms gently. "Jared complains about that all the time. Wait till he finds out you were the one to prank call him while he was with Kim and pretend to be the crazy ex-girlfriend-"

My smile drops almost immediately, and I jerk away from Jake, my jaw falling open. "What? No! You can't tell him!"

Jake smirks down at me, a teasing glint in his eyes. "And why not?"

"Because..." My eyes narrow. "Because if you do, I'll tell my parents that breaking the piano three months ago really was your fault."

He lifts his eyebrow in disbelief. "You're going to tattle on me? Ness, we're already in enough trouble as it is. Piling on more won't help."

Scoffing, I mutter, "Yeah well, every time you get into trouble, I take the blame. And I'm pretty sure my parents are considering sending me to military school."

Jake snorts with amusement. "Don't worry. You can mass murder everyone there and then run your own boot camp."

I roll my eyes. "What a wonderful idea Jacob. Become a serial killer so I don't need to do any work." I punch his shoulder lightly, my smile morphing into one of fondness. "Besides, you doofus, I'm a vegetarian. I don't eat people."

"Actually, you don't eat, you drink blood-"

This time, when I punch his arm, I don't hit lightly.

As a result, Jake grunts with pain, cupping his bicep with a slight wince. "Goddamn Ness, that hurt like a motherf-!"

"You're a werewolf," I chuckle, shaking my head with false disappointment. "Toughen up. It was just a little punch."

"Yeah, but you're half-vampire and strong as hell."

"That sounds an awful lot like an excuse, Jake."

He tries so hard to suppress his grin, but when our gazes meet Jake fails miserably in remaining indifferent as he bursts out laughing. Closing my eyes, I lean against him again, looking out over the water while wearing a fond smile, my hand resting gently on his strong forearm.

Recently, staying close to each other and not having any part of us touching is hard, so whenever we're alone we take full advantage of our solitude. Soft, featherlight touches such as our fingers brushing or our knees resting against each other's. We often hold hands, or have our legs intertwined, and Jake's arm hanging over my shoulders or curling around my waist has become an act so common I don't even blush when he does it anymore.

For the last hour and a half, Jacob and I have been sitting on the hood of our car, looking out over a cliff edge to the rolling waves of the sea. Here, everything is quiet and peaceful. Lately, with all the drama between Jake and my parents, and their threats to separate us, this area has become our escape. We take constant trips out here, to La Push and the beautiful beach, soaking up every second of sunlight that radiates from each other, because that's what Jake is to me now.