Disclaimer:Sadly, I don't any of the Twilight Saga or any of it's dazzling characters. They belong to the magnificent Stephenie Meyer.

We Fool Around!

"Jacob!" I screamed, flying down the stairs of my house into my boyfriend's open arms. Technically, it was my grandfather's house because Edward and Bella Cullen, my father and mother, no longer lived here; we lived in the petite little cottage my grandma prepared for my mother on her 19th birthday a little way away from Carlisle's house. I liked to spend my time at the big house, not because I didn't like the cottage, but because it was the only way I was permitted to see my boyfriend, my Jacob.

"Nessie, twenty-four hours is too long to a wait to see you," Jacob Black said, bending down to nestle his head deep into the crook in my neck, wrapping his hands around my slender waist and holding my body tight against his. I was standing on my toes, my arms hooked around his thick neck. He pulled his head back but kept his arms around me, overlapping each other. He kissed me then, gently on my lips. Sweet, and not too deep…because Mom and Dad just walked out onto the deck. Dad's arm was clutching my mom to his side by her waist.

"Hey Bella, hey Edward," Jacob called up to my parents. "You've known me…a long time, I'm trustworthy, right? May we have permission to go down to your cottage by ourselves? I promise we won't…do anything you won't like."

"Oh, Jacob. Silly, silly Jacob," Edward chuckled. "I can see and hear your thoughts, and there is no way you're going to be alone with my daughter." I swore the next thing that was going to be out of my dad's mouth was going to be a threat but he didn't say anything else, just stood there and smiled.

"Okay…," Jake elongated the word. "Can we at least go up to her room in the house?" he pointed to the white house standing behind my parents.

"Alright, Jake, I'll let you two go upstairs. But remember, we're vampires, we hear everything," my mom reasoned with Jacob. My father started to protest but my mom quickly silenced him with her lips on his. Edward was getting kind of into it, so Bella pulled back. "Not in front of Renesmee, and not until later," Bella whisper to m father.

"Um…too much information, Mom. Thanks, really, I wanted that picture," I shuddered.

"Anyway, thank you Bella, I did not want to see that!" Jacob genuinely thanked my mother.

"I did," Edward mumbled in my mom's ear.

"On that note, we're going," I said, interrupting whatever else he was going to say to my mom. I was pulling Jake by his hand up the porch steps and into the house when I heard my father snarl.

"What?" I turned around to face him, Jake standing in front of me, as if to protect me. I sidestepped and walked in front of him, he's my dad, he's not going to hurt me. But my dad was facing my boyfriend, not me.

"You're will not doing that with her until you are married," he growled. "She's may look older, but she's merely a 15 year-old!"

"Hey, I turn 16 in a week," I said, assuming it was me they were talking about.

"None the less," my father growled, shrugging off my comment." You WILL NOT be 'jumping in the sack' with my daughter anytime soon. I thought you were going to wait until she was legal and you two could get married. I wanted to protest, but…

"But what Renesmee?" my father said, turning to me, but he was speaking in a softer voice. I had forgotten for one second of my life that my dad had his own special power.

"I don't want to protest. I love you both, and I'm not getting involved," I whispered, walking over to my mom, who I knew felt the same way as me. They were sitting there, staring at each other dumbfounded.

"Alright, I'm sorry honey," Jacob said, walking over to trap me in his arms. "Can we just go upstairs and talk?" he turned to my father, who was comforting my mom.

"Yes, go," he said, shooing us away as he placed his lips on my mom's. Jacob picked me up, one arm under my back and one under my legs, and we were up the two flights of stairs in three seconds flat. My room in the house was not my idea, but my Aunt Rosalie's. When I was old enough to commute between the two houses by myself, Rosalie decided that we were going to transform Edward's old room into my room, just in case I needed a place to stay if I were mad at Mom and/or Dad. So, within two days of the command, I found myself on the third floor with Rosalie's cool hands covering my eyes. When she let her hands fall, I couldn't speak. The walls were a bright lime green. The floor was a ceramic tile that was bleached white. My bed was a four-poster queen-sized with white mesh netting hanging from it. The bed set was also white and lime green, but it also had a collage of flowers, all a different tone of pink. Hanging my walls were hooks that were holding a variety of tote bags, purses, hats, and soft and silky scarves. Strung above the hooks were Christmas lights, or party lights. Sitting next to my bed was a glossy white desk with a new Mac book placed on its shining top. The wall that was a complete window had opaque lime green drapes over it so I could have some privacy. I strolled through this haven to sit on my bed to find out that it was a pillow top!

"I love you!" I screamed, racing into Rosalie's gentle arms. "Thank you so much! I love it!"

"You're welcome, sweetheart," she cooed, stroking my soft curls. When I was younger, my hair was a golden blonde color. But as I…grew, it gradually transformed into a dark bronze color with natural, deep brown highlights; it was a combination of my mom and dad's hair color and everyone loved it! And I do mean everyone. See, I stopped changing in looks when I was 12 years-old, and I could pass as a teenager, age spanning from 13 to 18. So, I was enrolled into Forks Middle School as an eighth grader, even though my comprehension level was past that of a college senior, but whatever. Well, I had many male admirers from school, and I would get phone calls, and…Edward and Jacob weren't too pleased with that. On concerts when Edward, Bella, and Jacob would come to see me and they would see the boys, they would a…*cough cough*talk to them. The phone calls stopped.

Anyway, when Jacob and I were on the landing of the second flight of stairs, he put me down, pressed his lips to mine and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Remember that 'but…' from earlier in front of Edward? Well, I didn't want to protest because I wasn't going to say what I'd wanted to because then I would never see Jacob again. See, I wasn't-let's just say that when Jacob and I got married, it wasn't going to be white. One night, I was at his house, and we were making out on his bed. My track jacket, tank top, shorts, and bra were on his floor, and he was only wearing his boxers. Billy was at the Clearwaters' and Rachel was back at school so Paul wasn't there, and it just kind of led to... That was only the first time though. We've done it after that, and after he deflowered me, I enjoyed it. We've only ever done it at his house because Carlisle and Esme or Bella and Edward were always with in the house. If those four went out, we could do it in my room. Rosalie wouldn't be happy because she hates Jacob, but Emmett could occupy her, and Alice and Jasper would also be preoccupied…

And along with only being at Jacob's, we also always use protection. I mean, we're not idiots. He's always had something, and I was on the pill. We were safe.

So, we were gradually making our way to my room when my head bumped the wall, and he drew back. I giggled and had a malicious grin on my face. I grabbed his shirt with two hands, dragged him into my room, slammed my bedroom door shut, and pressed my lips to his again.

He drew back and gently pulled my hands off his shirt. Not without a fight though, I was half-vampire, so I had some strength, but he was victorious over me. He was staring into my deep, chocolate brown eyes with his gorgeous black ones. "We can't here," he said, still grasping my wrists. "Your parents and grandparents are downstairs."

I was suddenly angry. I didn't want to go to his house. "Why can't we do it here? Is it because what Edward said got to you? I'm to young? Well, I'm NOT too young! I have my period! I take birth control! We fool around here!" I really wish I hadn't of screamed that, but I had. Great! I thought, Emmett's going to have a field day with this! As it is, I could already hear his guffaws from two floors below us.

"Alright, alright," Jake said. "If your parents and Carlisle and leave we'll-"

"Nessie!" Carlisle said in a normal voice, knowing I could hear him. "Everyone's going out to hunt except Emmett and Rosalie. Would you like to come?"

I smirked at Jacob. "No, I'll go with Rose and Emmett when they decide to."

"Alright, well, we'll be back in a few hours probably. I wan Jacob gone when we get back," Edward warned.

I waited before I could see all six of them disappear into the forest in front of my window wall before I turned to smile crookedly at Jacob. I got that smile from my father, and my mother said it was her favorite smile of his.

"Okay, fine. But I don't have anything," he pulled his pockets inside out.

"Well, I'm on the pill, that'll work," I said, unzipping the white cotton sundress I was wearing, staring at him innocently. I walked over in my undies and placed my hands on his hips. "C'mon," I said. "You want it too." I heard him gulp, I was tempting him so much. He didn't respond verbally, instead, he kissed me and led me to my bed.