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All Grown Up: Jacob and Renesmee Part III	By : VanessaWolfe Category: Twilight Series > Het > Jacob/Renesmee Views: 9413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, and am not making any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Going Back
- 2-Important Things
- 3-Walking On Eggshells
- 4-Run
- 5-Chunky Monkey
- 6-The Evolution of a Swan
- 7-Awesome
- 8-Normal
- 9-My Girl
- 10-Sex Hair and Ice Cream
- 11-Renewal
- 12-Secrets
- 13-My Heart
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
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Swan

“Where the Hell are you, and why aren’t you picking up?!” I shouted into my phone before angrily closing it.
Today had started awesome, but was swiftly going completely downhill. Nate had dropped me off at the theater this morning for my first audition. Mom had kept telling me not to be nervous, but I really wasn’t.
I knew I could sing. I belted out a number from a little show called Les Misérables, shook the rafters with it and quite possibly guaranteed myself whatever role I wanted. I knew I could act, too. I did it every day. Sometimes at school I did it so well, that I had to spend the whole way home reminding myself who I really was.
I should have just accepted a ride from Tara when she offered me one, but she was long gone. Since she was the only person I knew here, it would have been smart. But no, instead I stood under my umbrella, watching everyone else stream past me.
When there were only three cars left in the parking lot, I started to wonder who they belonged to. One must have been Josie’s, the directors. I had to figure the others belonged to the people who’d sat with her behind the long table during the auditions. Shannon, the vocal director, and David, the producer. I hadn’t talked to Shannon, but David seemed very sweet. He was also as gay as Paris in June, and I’d decided I liked him already. It’s nice to have someone be so welcoming when you are new. He’d been the one at the door greeting everyone, and handing out the audition forms.
I wondered what they were doing in there. I was disappointed in myself that I hadn’t even realized what a fantastic opportunity for eavesdropping this could be. I’d been too busy listening for Nate’s old pick up truck.
When I was tuned in, I could hear a sigh from Josie.
“Not enough men auditioned, again. I’ve never done Jesus Christ Superstar with so few! A few of the apostles will just have to be female,” Josie said.
“Sounds good to me. Who do you have in mind?” David asked.
I listened to their casting session a little more, but not knowing any of the names I heard, I got bored pretty quickly.
Nate had five more minutes until I gave up. I considered my other options. Running home was a last resort. If I had done that, I’d be home by now, but it was too gross out.
I couldn’t call my parents. They weren’t huge Nate fans, and I didn’t want to make it worse. Anthony was a maybe, Aunt Rachel would come get me, but then she’d tell Mom.
Finally, finally, I heard the familiar rumble coming down the road. I glared in that direction even before I could see him, and kept doing so when he came to a screeching halt next to me.
“Get in!” he shouted, smiling like everything was fine.
Trust me, you want to give me another minute to get my anger under control first.
Trust me.
“Get in and get warmed up, baby!”
I gritted my teeth, and climbed in.
“So, how did it go?” he asked wrapping his arm around my waist. I stayed stiff as a board as I looked at him, incredulous.
“How did it go?!” I said.
“What, didn’t you get a part?”
“First of all, that’s not how it works. They don’t just look at you and decide right away. Second, where have you been?!” I demanded.
“First of all,” he mocked me, “you are late, like eight times out of ten.”
“Not for important stuff, I’ve never made you wait in the rain for me!”
“So, the soccer banquet doesn’t fall into your category of important stuff?”
I was so damn sick of hearing about that, I could have thrown up.
“All the other girls were there helping set up, but not you. Swan is far to important to set up tables and chairs!” he said bitterly.
“Then maybe you should date one of them!” I screamed.
I got so angry I had to just tune him out, and think happy thoughts.
In my mind, I went back to a few weeks ago. We’d just finished messing around in his truck. We hadn’t gone too far yet sexually speaking, but I was happy with where we were.
I reached behind me and underneath my shirt, which I’d insisted stay on, to fasten my bra. His fingers wrapped gently around my wrists to stop me.
“What?” I questioned.
He was giving me an odd, sly look. As he stalled, his fingertips drummed on my back. He was such a weird temperature; cooler then Mom, but not nearly as cool as Grandma or Grandpa.
“I know this is gonna sound crazy, but can I borrow your bra?” he said quickly.
I didn’t know what to say at first.
He was right, it sounded crazy.
“Do you...you’re not gonna wear it, are you?” I asked, a little afraid of the answer.
“No! Oh, man. No way! I just...I’d really like to have something of yours. For when I’m not with you? You know, something that smells like you.”
He pulled me close again, and kissed me softer than I knew he was capable of doing.
I melted, I couldn’t help it.
My sense of smell is stronger than his, so it’s more important to me. It’s a big deal to vamps. When he talked about how good I smell, it always made me think maybe he was just a little like me.
But he wasn’t. He wasn’t like me at all.
I let him take my bra home with him, because it made me feel just a little closer to him.
Sure, maybe it was strange that he wanted my bra and not a t-shirt or something, but maybe he was kinky.
“I don’t wanna fight today,” he said, bringing me back into the present.
“Then maybe you should stop acting like such a dick,” I mumbled.
“Hey, I said I was sorry,” he said harshly.
“You sure as shit don’t sound sorry,” I accused.
Even though I’d been very busy staring at my hands, I became aware that the truck had come to a stop.
“I really am,” he said more gently, reaching over to squeeze my thigh. “Now let’s go eat.”
When I looked up, I realized we were in the parking lot of the restaurant we’d had plans to eat at tonight. I’d been so pissed off, I forgot.
“I don’t think so. Take me home,” I said, pushing his hand off my leg. We’d been to this place before. I didn’t know what that meat was they were trying to pass off as beef, but I was not in the mood to try it again. I hated this place, I hated their food, and at the moment, I hated Nate too.
I thought he would fight me on it. I can’t explain why, but I was a little disappointed when he didn’t.
“Fine,” he grumbled, and backed out of the parking space.
We sat in an angry silence the whole way home.
When he stopped in front of the house, he pulled me close again, but I was already reaching for the door handle.
“Swan,” he whispered. “Can I at least have a kiss?”
I gave him a peck, he wanted more but I wasn’t having it.
“Want me to pick you up in the morning, sexy?” he asked as I slid out of the truck.
He’s got to be kidding me.
Once I had opened my umbrella, I looked at him from underneath it.
Nope, he’s serious.
“That’s okay, I’ll ride with my brother.”
I closed the door on him as he was saying goodbye.
Mollie approached me in the foyer after I’d thrown my back pack down next to the front door.
“Why do you bother opening your umbrella, when it’s like, two steps onto the porch?” she wondered.
“Why don’t you go work on growing some boobs!” I shot back.
“Holy crap, I’m just messing with you! Besides, Seth likes ‘em!” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows and a loud cackle. Xandra joined in.
I heard a little gasp from Mom. “For goodness sake, you two...”
Asa shouted a loud, “Booooooo!" from the living room, and hurled a video game case right at Mollie’s head.
“Hey!” she shouted, and ran after him. They were outside almost immediately, through the window of the front door I could see them chasing each other in circles around the house.
“Aw, Mollie!” Dad called, with a bang on the window as she flew past. “Nobody needs to hear that!”
“We hear Seth think it enough!” Anthony chimed in from the kitchen.
I stalked up to my room to let them fight it out.
I only removed my face from my pillow when my door clicked open, and the cacophonous yelling from downstairs, and outside, floated into my room.
“What the heck is going on?” Mom asked, closing the door behind her. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you slipping up here. I’ve been waiting to hear how your audition went. Then you come home, and...” she gestured to the floor below us, where I could hear Dad telling them all to knock it off. “That!”
She plopped down in the pink armchair in the corner of my room and looked at me expectantly. “Well, did it go okay? Did you change your mind about what to sing, or did you stick with On My Own?”
“I did On My Own,” I answered.
“Good, I’m glad. I think that one really shows what you can do! How was the reaction?” she asked.
“It’s hard to tell. The people helping Josie cast the show had really good poker faces, she was looking down during most of my song, but she was smiling.”
I became more animated as I told Mom how Josie was writing pretty fast on my audition sheet. I’d have been able to read it from far away no problem, but she was so secretive about it, that there was a folder propped up in front of her hiding it from view. What a bummer, because I’d have done just about anything to see what she was writing!
“It seems like things went well, so what’s the problem?” she wanted to know.
“Take a wild guess,” I said, grabbing one of the fuzzy black pillows from my bed, and nearly squeezing the stuffing out of it. She didn’t need to guess, she knew already.
“Why did he have to ruin today for me!” I moaned.
“Don’t you let him spoil things you enjoy, that’s a big, big problem!” she pointed out.
She was right, and I knew it.
The next day, I decided to just stay positive.
He’s not perfect, neither am I, and that’s okay.
As soon as I got to school, I jumped out of my brother’s car and ran across the parking lot to give Nate an enthusiastic greeting, not even caring that his friends were watching.
The day was fairly uneventful. I aced my chemistry test thanks to a telling dream I’d had about it. Other then that, mostly boring, normal stuff. When I’m older, I just don’t know if I see myself going to high school over, and over again. I think I’d like to travel instead. I wouldn’t want to be away from my family for too long, but there’s a huge world out there, and sometimes I feel like I’m missing out on it.
During the last class of the day, Anthony and I were working on our project about ancient Egypt together.
“Hey,” I whispered across the desk to him. “I bet Grandpa Carlisle knows somebody who was actually there, somebody we could ask about this stuff,” I said with a grin.
“Don’t you think that’s cheating?” he said with his eyebrows raised.
“That’s just being resourceful,” I countered.
He shook his head and snickered. “Maybe they could come here and give the class a talk.”
“I’m sure that would go great. We’d totally get an A,” I joked.
“We’d probably get a B for bloodbath,” he whispered with a smirk.
We got quiet as we actually got to work. When I looked up to ask him something, I could tell he was listening to something I couldn’t hear.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Hang on,” he told me.
I watched as his expression shifted back and forth from confused, to surprised.
“Uh, ok. Nate is...making some pretty bold claims about...certain things. About you.”
I waited for him to continue, but he didn’t.
“Come on, what did he say?” I demanded.
“I don’t know if this is true, and I don’t wanna know!” he began.
“Fine, but just tell me what he said!”
“He said the other night...he’s alleging there was...fellatio involved,” Anthony sputtered.
“How about saying that again in English?” I requested.
“Not a chance, look it up,” he said firmly.
“That isn’t fair!”
“Life isn’t fair,” he responded.
“Was there anything else?” I asked, giving up on that one, and moving on.
“He said he’s got some of your um, underwear.”
My heart plummeted into my stomach, and my face was suddenly scorching with humiliation. I didn’t want to know anything else. I’d heard enough, but there was more.
“It’s in the glove box of his truck. His friends don’t believe that he has it, he’s going to show them after school.”
Rage started flowing through me, add in this unprecedented humiliation and I felt like I was about to go off a cliff.
Sure, I’ve been angry plenty of times, but have I ever really been embarrassed before?
Maybe not.
My phone vibrated in my purse, I should have known who was texting me before I looked.
Aunt Alice.
Go home. Now.
I gritted my teeth until my entire head hurt.
My phone went off again, I squeezed my eyes shut and ignored it. I wasn’t going anywhere except to get what was mine out of that asshole’s truck.
I abruptly stood up out of my seat, and announced that I needed to go see the nurse. This of course caused the entire class to look at me, but I ignored them and focused on the teacher.
“Are you all right?” she asked with concern.
I quickly shook my head back and forth.
“Go ahead,” she said, waving me out the door.
In the hallway, I hustled right past the nurses office, and ducked into the bathroom to hide and use my phone. I ignored all the attempts the outside world was making to contact me, and got on the internet.
Do you know how sometimes, when you search for something online, you have to scroll through all the links until you find what you were actually looking for? When I typed “fellatio” into the search engine, my answer was right there under the first result, no scrolling required.
“That lying son of a bitch!” I hissed at my phone.
I burst out of the stall, leaving the door hanging off it’s broken hinges, and headed for the exit to the parking lot. The second I got through the double doors, I heard the howling and barking in the woods that surrounded the school.
Wow. Word travels fast I guess.
They weren’t here yet, but they were getting closer.
It made me jump when A.J. grabbed me by the arm, I hadn’t noticed him following me out here. I felt him twitch at the sound of his brothers in the woods.
“Go phase then,” I said, shaking him off.
I started walking towards Nate’s truck, hoping he had locked it. I would love the excuse to break at least one of his windows.
Anthony didn’t let me take a second step before pulling me back.
“No! I’m not gonna phase. Do you know why? Because we can’t just do whatever we want. You need to have a little self control! It’s not just for the pack, it’s for all of us. Grow up, Swan!”
Oh, please. He’s not even a year older than me.
“So am I supposed to just stand here and let him do that to me?”
“Why don’t you call Aunt Alice back,” he said, it was not a suggestion.
“I know what I’m doing,” I insisted.
“Not listening to somebody who can see the future, is about the stupidest thing you can do,” he scolded.
He held me there, and dialed Aunt Alice with his own phone. He lifted it to my ear.
“If you touch him, you’ll kill him,” she said so quickly I almost missed it.
I opened my mouth to respond, but I just gaped. I would never do that, as angry as I was.
“Not on purpose, but if you touch him, you will kill him. As in dead, no longer breathing. Would you like me to tell you what happens after that?”
I was scared.
“We’d have to leave?” I asked in a small voice.
“You wouldn’t be that lucky,” she replied.
As I let that sink in, I realized I was scared of myself, and it was a very strange feeling.
“What should I do?” I whispered.
My eyes filled with tears, and at that moment, all I wanted was my Mom. I wanted to forget it all, and just run home.
“Look around,” Aunt Alice said. “Don’t hang up on me, just put the phone in your pocket.”
Since they were quiet, I hadn’t noticed the wolves hiding in the trees. When I spotted Mom, she jumped down from Dad’s back. I sprinted to her as my eyes overflowed.
“I don’t wanna hurt anyone, Mom,” I sobbed as she held me tightly.
I wouldn’t mind seeing him get smacked around by the football team, but I didn’t want to do something I couldn’t take back.
“I know, that’s why we’re here. You need to remember that this is a lot bigger than Nate,” she said.
I nodded into her shoulder.
I could feel Dad’s big wet nose in my side, just letting me know he was there.
“Hi, Daddy,” I said. I rested my hand on top of his head, right between his ears.
“In the morning, I think we’ll leave for a little impromptu trip to Montana,” Mom said.
My chest tightened, I didn’t want to leave, I didn’t even do anything!
“Just for a week,” Mom said when she noticed me tense. “It would be nice to be by ourselves for just a bit, take the pressure off?”
I nodded again. It did sound nice, really nice.
“What will I tell people though? I don’t want anyone thinking it’s because of him,” I said.
“Don’t worry. We’ll think of something, we always do,” Mom assured me.
“Swan?” Aunt Alice’s little voice came from my pocket.
“Yes?” I sniffled.
“Can you handle retrieving your...item from his truck? It’s open,” she said.
“Yes,” I answered.
“No breaking windows!” she ordered.
“Got it.”
I’d had it in my head that maybe he’d done something a little pervy, but a little romantic with it, like kept it under his pillow maybe. It was in the same place as it was the last time I saw it though. With a heavy heart, I took it back. After hastily shoving it into my pocket, I wondered what he would think when he came out here and found nothing. I smiled to myself, because that was just what he deserved.
I had a stroke of genius though, when I saw an old receipt and a pen on the floor of the truck.
“Aunt Alice? You there?” I said looking down at my pocket.
“I’m here. Go for it. Then you need to go home,” she said.
“I promise.”
On the back of the receipt, I wrote in big, bold letters.
Nate
You only wish I had gone down on you.
Keep dreaming!
Swan

A/N: Oh, little birdie. That’s a part of life. Many of you were on the fence about whether or not you liked Nate, you were right to be!
If you, like Swan, had to look up fellatio there’s a good chance you are too young to be reading this! I was probably doing worse when I was your age, so I can hardly shake my finger at you lol. While we are on the subject...I love when you all share with me but...if you are not old enough to drive, perhaps keep that tidbit to yourself? I heart all of you, but if I am old enough to be your mother, even if I’d have been a young one, I just find it a little odd lol.
However, if you are a single man living on the east coast of the U.S. please leave a review with your phone number. Just kidding! ;)
A few words about gifts and senses now. In case anyone was confused as to why Anthony can hear farther than Swan, a full wolf can hear better than a half vampire. As far as Alice’s gift, I don’t write about it a ton, it’s so damn complicated! When I do, it’s just my interpretation of it.
Thanks so much for all the love lately! I’m gonna have to go back and write to some more of these reviews, they’ve been amazing, and you guys rule. I am shocked, thrilled, and blessed that so many of you love this story. Thank you!
Til next time, be safe! ;)
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