A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“So he’s hoping she’ll accept it if she hears it first then he tells her it’s all true?”
Quil shrugged. “I guess.”
“I hope it works. She’s nice.”
He bent and rubbed his nose against hers. “Not as nice as you.”
She rolled her eyes with a smile. “You’re too sweet.”
Jacob showed Renesmee around the beach and introduced her to Seth and Embry. Embry was
wearing a white wife beater, and she noticed he had the same kind of tattoo that Jacob did. The
other two were wearing t-shirts like Jacob, and she couldn’t tell if they did. It wouldn’t have surprised
her if they did. She met Harry and Sue Clearwater, Seth’s parents, and was again surprised when
neither was as warm as their son. Everyone she met was nice, but she was still amazed by how
much Jacob and his friends looked alike. Even Seth—as small as he was comparatively, and with his
light brown eyes—could have passed as a brother to Jacob. After she met a few more people, she
began to realize what it was. It wasn’t just the heat they all shared; it was in their eyes and the way
they held themselves. None of them could affect her the way Jacob did, but they still seemed as
naturally powerful.
After the introductions had been made, Jacob left her on the beach to help Sue and Quil get a few
more things. She crossed her arms over her chest, already cold, as she sat in the sand and watched
the sun setting over the waves. She had felt out of place before, but now she really wondered why
Jacob loved her. The other women there were dark-skinned like he was and so much more beautiful
than she thought she could ever hope to be.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Embry said as he sat next to her.
She looked up and smiled as much as she could. She wasn’t sure what to think of Embry. He was
nice, but just in the time she’d been there she’d seen him drink four beers. He didn’t seem even
slightly tipsy, but she wasn’t sure if she could trust what she saw. He pushed his chin-length, black
hair behind his ears and pulled the cap off yet another bottle. She was amazed at how easy it
seemed for him. She had to have a towel or a bottle opener to get into the soda bottles her dad
sometimes bought.
Embry saw her staring at his bottle and offered it to her. “Want one?”
She shook her head. “No, thank you. I’m not twenty-one yet.”
“Me neither.” He chuckled to himself and leaned back on his elbows. The fact that he was
perpetually sixteen was hilarious to him. It was only funnier when he thought about Seth being
forever twelve.
Renesmee furrowed her brow. “Jacob told me you were twenty-six.”
Embry took a drink. “Yeah, well, Jacob’s not considering my inner child.”
She smiled, and her eyes trailed down his body stretched out before her. He was nice-looking, but
she found herself comparing him to Jacob. Embry wasn’t as tall or as impressive. She realized when
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