A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

~Chapter Five~
First Date
Renesmee stared at herself in the mirror Saturday morning trying to decide between two shirts.
There was the tank top with thick straps and low neckline that would really show off her body, or
there was a long-sleeved cotton shirt that fit well but wasn’t as revealing. She knew exactly which
one her mother would tell her to choose. She also knew which one her fiery aunt would pick. With a
sigh, she put on the tank top. With her jeans, it didn’t look that bad.
Once she was dressed, she went down the hall to the bathroom and scowled at her hair. She
thought about straightening it, but it wouldn’t do any good with the humidity. She brushed it through
and pinned the top part back, then she pulled out her makeup bag.
At eleven-thirty, she went to find Alice in her bedroom folding laundry.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“You look very pretty,” Alice said with a nod of approval.
“Is the shirt too much? I don’t want to give him the impression that I’m a slut or anything.” She put
her hands over her breasts to cover them more.
Alice laughed. “Honey, you’d have to do a lot more than put on a tank top to look like a slut. I think
this looks very nice and shows just enough skin to let him know you’re interested.”
Renesmee nodded. “Okay. I’m so nervous.”
Alice put down the shirt she had in her hands and went to her niece. She took her hands in her own
and squeezed gently. “That’s because he’s obviously special to you. Just remember that you are
beautiful and totally worth it, okay? You’ll be fine.”
Renesmee took a deep breath and nodded again. “He’s going to be here any minute. Where’s Uncle
Jasper?”
“I believe he’s in the gun room, waiting for your date.”
At eleven-fifty-five, the doorbell rang. A new swarm of butterflies raced through her stomach as she
answered the door. She stared up at Jacob, not sure what to think other than ung. He was in a
black t-shirt that clung to every muscle he had and dark blue jeans.
“Good morning, Ness,” he said as he looked down at her. “You look beautiful.” He had never seen a
sexier sight than his imprint in a revealing shirt and tight jeans.
She blushed. “Thank you, Jake. You do, too. I mean, not beautiful, but . . .” her mind had turned to
mush, and she wasn’t sure how to get it back. “You know, hot. Handsome. I’m sorry.” She shut her
mouth and stepped back so he could come in.
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