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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
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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
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Swan

“I should probably learn to drive,” I said as Mom pulled into the theater parking lot.
“Yeah, that’s something to consider,” she agreed.
Mom didn’t drive anywhere very often. She and I would both rather ride with Dad, but he wouldn’t leave Anthony by himself, and those two were my usual rides. I’d been shit outta luck lately.
It was a relief to get out of the house lately. Things felt weird there, and just plain wrong these past few weeks. Mom was miserable, and spent most of her time either worrying, or cooking. Dad didn’t really seem able to relax. There was a steady stream of wolves, coming and going. Anthony still didn’t come out of his room much. When he did, he wasn’t usually human. He’d run in big circles around the house, and now the grass was worn down into a track. Asa had gotten tired of fixing it. He said he’d deal with it once this whole thing was over, and that couldn’t come soon enough.
It made me sad to see Anthony slipping away like that, he just wasn’t himself. He didn’t act like it, and sure didn’t look like it either. He wasn’t going to school so he didn’t really seem to care about the time of day, except for noon and midnight when it was changing of the guards at Amy’s.
The wolve’s metabolism is so crazy fast, that Anthony not eating much had a visible effect pretty quickly. His face had started to look a little gaunt, and it freaked me out to be honest. It was scary. Mom assured me it wasn’t possible for him to starve himself, and that even if it was she’d never let it happen.
I wondered if he would ever really be himself again. Maybe not. Imprinting definitely changes a person, his priorities had changed. Dad knew that, and that’s how he got him to start eating somewhat normally again. He reminded Anthony that he was supposed to be Amy’s protector, how was he going to do that if he let himself waste away to nothing?
I might have added that one wants to look their best when being reunited with the love of their life, but I decided to just stay out of it. Mom and Xandra hosed him down when he was in wolf form last week. That sure was an interesting site to see when I walked by the window in the upstairs hallway. So, at least the poor guy was smelling a little fresher these days.
He still usually didn’t eat with us, but the covered plates that Mom left in the fridge after dinner were always gone the next day. I’d gotten in the habit of checking before I went to school.
This whole thing had pulled me out of the post Nate pity party I’d been having for myself awful quick. What poor Amy was dealing with made my former jerk of a boyfriend look like a saint.
As I got out of the car, I told Mom I’d call her if I couldn’t find a ride home after rehearsal.
“Have fun, keep your phone on vibrate,” she reminded me.
“I will.”
I walked up the steps, and poked my head around the corner to the side porch. Like always, the smokers were there squeezing in one last cigarette before we started.
“Hey!” I called out.
They all shouted back their hellos. One of my favorite new people, Heather, was over there so I decided to join them. There really were not any cliques here. I was enjoying becoming a part of this strange little family.
Heather was a southern belle, who’d moved here all the way from Louisiana to be with her new husband. They met online, in a chat room! I’d never known anyone who had found a significant other like that.
I don’t think I’d date a human again, at least not for a very long time, but if there was a dating site for otherworldly folks such as myself, I’d totally join.
“How was school?” she asked me in that serious southern accent. Another cast member had said her accent was so thick it was like it’s own person, and needed a name. They’d all ask her to say things, mostly the word shrimp, because it sounded awesome.
“Eh, you know. Same old crap,” I replied. “Any idea what we are doing today?”
“Another run through, full show,” she said.
We were close enough to opening, that we’d learned the whole show. At this point, it was just polishing which meant doing it over, and over again until it was just right.
“When I was inside, Josie said **you are gonna be Mary today,” she added.
“Ooo yay!”
I was the understudy for Mary Magdalene, and I was itching to get some practice time in. Unless Anne should get sick or something, she would play Mary for most of the shows. I’d get two evening performances, and a Sunday matinee. I wished I had some more, but getting the understudy of nearly the only female role in your first show is still pretty damn good.
Besides, this was a dream role for Anne. She’d payed her dues, and really earned it. This was her third time in Jesus Christ Superstar. She even had a tattoo of the first line from one of Mary’s songs. It was on her shoulder blade, not of the lyrics just the music, and it was lovely. She told me once about a production she’d seen at another theater, the Mary was a train wreck. Not only did Anne say she had no understanding of the character, but she could hardly sing!
“It was atrocious, I was devastated! When she got to Could We Start Again Please, I was thinking, oh my gosh, please don’t butcher the notes that are permanently inked into my flesh!”
Another cast member, Jackie, had gone with her and told us, “I probably have scars from her digging her fingernails into my knee from that!”
Jackie’s husband, Tom, was playing Simon. He was a forty something accountant who, legend has it, when drunk enough will serenade everyone within ear shot with old Frank Sinatra songs. That was something I was looking forward to seeing, once the show opened and it was party time.
I kept hearing everyone talk about going to Stan’s after the opening. I couldn’t figure out who that was. It was someone that every person here knew, but apparently wouldn’t see until after we opened. It was starting to drive me a little nuts!
Before we started, I took a minute to ask Anne.
“Who is this Stan I keep hearing about?”
She laughed.
“Stan’s is this crappy bar up the road. We go there to celebrate after every show, they keep the restaurant side of it open late just for us,” she explained. “They have a little dance floor that we almost always have to ourselves, it’s pretty great.”
I laughed at myself.
“Oh, my gosh. I’m over here thinking he’s some mystery man. I was like, why do they only hang out with him after the show opens?”
“When you go there, don’t try to be cute and ask where Stan is like I did, back when I started doing shows. He’s been dead for a decade or so,” she told me.
“Noted.”
Before long, Josie, our director, was calling for us.
“Let’s all get into places for the overture!” she shouted. “Understudies, today is your day!”
As we all scurried to where we’d be for the opening of the show, she kept going.
“For the love of all that is holy, and that means a lot in this show, do not forget that tomorrow is our first full costume run through. Bring **everything . Shoes, accessories, makeup, all of it!”
“Shit,” I heard someone say under their breath. I held back a giggle at whoever it was that wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
We were all responsible for getting our own costumes, for the most part. The attic had a lot of stuff, but not much for this show. We were wearing modern clothes, and there wasn’t much of that kept in the limited space up there, I guess since it was much easier to find yourself.
One of the apostles, Kyle, told me that if I ever go exploring up there, don’t touch the banana costume. He said “terrible things” have happened in it. “It’s big enough for two,” he hinted.
I couldn’t tell if this terrible thing involved him, or not. I decided I didn’t wanna know, and that I would never, ever, touch the banana costume.
I hadn’t pictured us wearing normal clothes for this, I was thinking robes and that sort of thing. I still wasn’t sure what I thought about it. The very first day, Josie explained to us something interesting about this show, and said this was one of the reasons she wanted to direct it. Unlike other shows, the writers put almost no restrictions on how you can preform it, you can have so much creative freedom. She said that’s why there are several versions of it. She was even in one that was set in the future.
We reached our goal of making it through the whole first act without having to stop.
We sat in the audience while Josie gave us her notes. The only one for me, was I made an entrance a little too soon. I’d realized my mistake as soon as I made it, since I was just standing there for a few seconds with nothing to do.
Since the end of the first act was a “natural stopping point” Josie said, we took a break then.
It was a pretty nice day out, so most of us ended up outside. Don, who managed a hair salon across town, started poking at my curls.
He was playing Judas, so at first he seemed a little scary. Then I got to know him, and realized I’d just been being silly. When I heard him say he’d rather be a homemaker than a hair dresser, and would ditch that place in a second if his partner Frank made more money, he didn’t seem so bad. When he wasn’t on stage betraying Jesus and all, he was a nice guy for sure.
“You could totally sell your hair, you know,” he said, as we leaned up against the porch railing.
“What?!”
“For hair extentions! Asian and Native American hair? Whew! That stuff is worth top dollar,” he explained.
“Hell no!” I said, holding as much of my hair as I could to my head. “I’m keeping it!”
He laughed and rubbed his receding hairline. “Yeah, I probably would if I were you.”
“Do they really make those things out of actual hair?” Heather asked from where she was sitting on the steps.
“The good ones, yeah. When you get into wigs, those are fake hair, except the kinds they use in movies. I used to make wigs, back in the day. Not really normal ones though,” he said, a corner of his mouth raising up.
“What kind then?” I asked.
Heather, who obviously knew the answer, let out a giggle.
“Mostly for drag queens. So we’re talking huge hair, sometimes wacky colors,” he said.
“They paid him in cocaine!” Heather chimed in.
“What?!” I cried.
“Hey, not all the time! Listen, it was the 1980’s and it was a different time. It’s been a few presidents since I even went near it. Everyone was doing it back then!”
“Yeah, yeah. That’s what they all say!” Heather teased.
Now that’s something I never would have pictured.
They started telling me how fun drag shows are, when you can find one, but it was time to get back to work.
We almost got through the second act without having to stop. There was just a slight pause when the guy playing Jesus, of all people, missed a cue.
I could hear someone’s phone vibrating while I was backstage, I just knew it was mine and it was making me crazy that I couldn’t go check it!
Once we were finished, we sat down and listened to all of Josie’s notes. I was very pleased that the only notes I got were positive.
When I finally looked at my phone, I saw that I had a text from Asa.
wait til u see whos here. ur gonna shit!
I texted him back as fast as I could, asking if it was Amy. That would probably mean Anthony’s ordeal was over, or at least close to being over.
nope, ull see
Which meant he wasn’t gonna tell me. Damn! What a brat. I still tried. I asked if this guest was Amy related.
sorta kinda but not really
What the hell does he mean by that?
He quit answering me, so I gave up. The twins probably wouldn’t tell me either, and Anthony was probably in his room and didn’t even know. I’d just wait til I got home.
My friend Tara from school, who was playing an apostle’s wife, gave me a ride.
“Are you nervous yet?” she asked as we drove down the winding road in the tiny little car she’d inherited from her older sister.
“Nah, I’m feeling good so far,” I said.
“Wait until we do it with the costumes and the lights and everything, that’s when it starts to feel real!”
I had a little trouble focusing on our conversation, but I tried to be polite and listen.
When we got to the house, there were no extra cars in the driveway, which meant it was probably a wolf.
I thanked Tara and jumped out of the car, I could hardly keep myself at a normal human speed. I was in the sitting room before the front door closed behind me.
Everybody but A.J. was in the living room with two extra people.
Mom said, “Swan, this is-”
“Leah?” I said.
Leah smiled at me. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t remember me.”
“Oh, no. I remember you,” I assured her.
I wanted to tell her that of course I remember her, the bitch who scratched up my mom “by accident” and had me hiding under a table when I was little. If my parents let her in the house, and they were all just sitting here hanging out, I figured everything was cool. I mean, my mom had apparently served her coffee. Things seemed normal. Leah was just sitting there, holding hands with her husband.
It seemed like I had some catching up to do. There wasn’t really anywhere else to sit, so I plopped down next to my mom’s feet.
She reached down and rubbed my arm, talking to me through her gift.
I know what you’re thinking, that was a very long time ago. Be nice, she’s still part of the pack.
Barely.
“So...what’s up?” I asked.
“Leah saw what was going on with Amy, so she came back to help,” Dad told me.
“There was no way I could just stay in Vegas after getting even that quick look at how somebody’s imprint is being treated,” Leah said.
Her husband nodded.
“Not a chance,” Leah added.
“Are you back for good?” I asked.
Leah and her husband looked at each other.
“Possibly,” she said.
Interesting.
I did not feel like becoming BFFs with Leah at the moment, so I invited Asa and my sisters to come watch a movie in the rec room with me. By the time it was over, it was nearly midnight. That meant soon it would be time for Anthony to emerge, and ask the wolves about Amy.
It was still kind of early for that, so I was surprised when I ran into him coming out of the bathroom, while I was on my way to bed.
Even if it wasn’t by much, he looked slightly better than the last time I’d seen him. His eyes were still red and only half open, but at least he was wearing pajama pants instead of just underwear today.
“Hey,” I said, for lack of anything better to say.
“Hi,” he replied.
“Did you know Leah and her husband are here?”
“Yeah,” he said, not seeming too interested. “I thought of something. Have you had any dreams about Amy?”
I shook my head. “Nah, I woulda told you,” I said, sorry to disappoint him.
He closed his eyes, and ran his fingers through the hair on the top of his head.
“That’s what I figured. Maybe you could try to?” he asked hopefully.
“I will. No promises though, it doesn’t always work that way,” I said.
“I know.”
I couldn’t help the lump that was forming in my throat.
“I miss you,” I squeaked.
I didn’t want to make him feel bad, but I still wanted him to know how I felt.
He rolled his eyes and gave me a half smile.
“I’m still here.”
“Yeah, but not really,” I argued.
“I know,” he admitted.
I think I caught him off guard when I put my arms around his waist. At first he didn’t react, but then he hugged me back.
“Did you see the picture Seth took for me with his phone?” he asked.
I could hear the smile in his voice, I had to pull away from him just to see it for myself. Yup, he’s actually smiling.
“The one of her playing outside with Daisy?” I asked.
I’d already seen one of her on her porch, letting her dog outside. She looked happy in it, it was good to know she enjoyed hanging around canines!
He was grinning now. “Yeah.”
“Mollie showed it to me, Amy looked very pretty. Daisy looks just like her,” I said.
I’d definitely put Amy in the curvy category when it came to body types, she was on the heavier side. I didn’t think that would be terribly polite to point out though. Not now, probably not ever because I knew he’d take it wrong, I really did think she was very pretty. She and Anthony were going to look great together.
Also, I guess they were just her around the house clothes, but if everything she owned looked so worn she was due for a shopping trip, and that’s something I’d be very happy to be a part of. She deserved to wear clothes she could feel confident in, and I know I wouldn’t feel very confident wearing clothes that didn’t fit me quite right and had holes and stuff in them. Who would?
“It’s a great picture of them, don’t they both look just great? I know it’s kind of stalker-ish,” he said with a shrug, looking a little sheepish. “But I just wanted a real picture of her, not the one in my head,” he explained.
“I would too,” I said, and gave him one more hug. “I’ve gotta get to bed, though. Goodnight, I love you.”
“Goodnight, little birdie. I love you, too.”

A/N: So, it looks like Anthony is learning to live with the way things are for the moment.
One thing that’s happening eventually, is that shopping trip! We’ll see some more about Swan’s show, JCS is one of my favorites that I’ve been in a couple of times. Some names in this chapter have been changed to protect the innocent, or not so innocent in some cases lol.
Til next time, be safe ;)
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