AUTHOR'S NOTE - This is my first story that I have ever published anywhere for anyone to read. Just bear with me...I hope my writing skills will blossom as I go along!
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A HUGE thank you to Nicole (VanessaWolfe 724) for all her help and advice. I love ya' girl! Check out her amazing fanfic All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Nessie

DISCLAIMER - I do not own any of Stephenie Meyer's characters or any of the song lyrics in my story. All I own is the plotline in my head that I need to get out.

CHAPTER 1
Welcome to Breaktown

Been running through my mind today
Scenarios to add to your hypocrisy
No one ever takes the blame
But everyone is searching for a cure to the pain
Nothing ever seems to change
We just play like broken records in a deaf man's charade

Things keep coming and I keep wondering
I start feeling the walls close in
Things keep coming and I keep stumbling
I start feeling I'm strong enough to break

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as I jumped up from the black leather computer chair that I was sitting in, making it crash back into the wall of the salon that I worked at. I looked away from the computer screen to the girl I've known since I was fourteen. "Ingram Hill released their tour dates and they are coming here again!"

Lorelei, my best friend and co-worker, dropped her scissors and comb in the jar of cleaning solution. She looked up at me with her face full of excitement. "No way! They've skipped over here for the past three tours! It's been about two years since they've played here."

Ingram Hill was one of our all time favorite bands. We had seen them perform more times then we could count, and had hung out and partied with them numerous times. We flew down south a few times to catch some of their shows since they rarely came to our home state of Connecticut. Luckily, they were touring on the East Coast again.

I sat back down and looked at the computer screen. "They are playing at the Webster Theater on March 26th. It's a Friday."

The Webster Theater was practically my second home. It was a run down venue, on the smaller side, but it made the concerts more intimate, which I loved. The only downfall was the location of the venue. It was located in a dangerous and shady area of Hartford. There were gunshot holes in the windows above the venue, and there were strange people around the area that always made me uncomfortable. I got used to it, though. I just always made sure to bring my pepper spray.

I silently thanked God the concert was on a Friday. I made a mental note to ask Nikki, our boss and owner of In Style, if we could get out early that day. "Tickets go on sale next Saturday. I'm surprised my Dad didn't tell me."

My father, Edward Cullen, was the founder and owner of Night Sky Records. He was usually informed on all bands and artists tours, even if they weren't on his label.

I logged out of my e-mail and walked to the back room to mix the hair dye for my next appointment, which happened to be my older sister, Aubrey.

My parents had three children. Aubrey was the oldest; she was six years older than me. Zoe was born three years after Aubrey, and I came along three years later. We were always close growing up, especially after our mother passed away fourteen years ago of an awful battle of cervical cancer. Zoe began experimenting with drugs when my mother got sick, and she became dependent on heroin rather quickly. My mother's death pushed Zoe over the edge, and she didn't want to help herself. She was in and out of prison and rehab centers until she went too far and overdosed one night and died ten years ago. Through all the years, deep down, we all knew it was bound to happen. My father was a complete mess for years. He lost his wife and nineteen year old daughter in the matter of two and a half years. I was a wreck, but I knew I had to stay strong for my father and older sister. Eventually, we all managed to go on with our lives and lived them the best we could, or tried to anyways.

I heard the beep as the front door of the salon opened and I looked up to see my sister walk in. Aubrey and I couldn't look any different. She was much taller than me, she probably had a good six inches on me. I guess she got her height from our father, and I got mine from our mother. Her hair was dirty blonde, while mine was auburn. The only similarity between us was our brown eyes.

"Hi, Nessie" my sister said cheerfully as she walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Where are the girls?" I asked. "I haven't seen my nieces in a few weeks."

"Hailey is at dance class and Hannah is at a play date."

I loved how my oldest niece was following in my footsteps. Hailey loved to dance, just like her Aunt. She was a twelve year old determined to be on Broadway. I danced for nine years. At one time in my life, I had dreams of being on Broadway, but I just wasn't made for it. I stopped dancing in my junior year of high school so I could focus on my grades and hairdressing.

My sister sat down in the hair washing station and I pumped the chair down with my food to align her up with the headrest. "So how is everything? How are you and Logan?" My sister loved to pry.

"Everything is good, I've just been working a lot." I replied as I lathered her hair with my favorite coconut shampoo. "Logan has been working long hours, so I figured I should work more to give me something to do."

Logan was my fiancée. We'd been together for almost five years. We met at Lorelei's 21st birthday party through a mutual friend. We clicked instantly and shortly after we were an item. Everything happened so fast and I moved in with him after a short eight months. After two years he asked me to marry him.

"Any wedding plans yet?"

"No," I answered with a hint of sadness in my voice. I tried to cover it up. "we have both been busy with work."

"A late summer or early fall wedding would be nice." My sister was dying to see me in a wedding dress.

"Maybe. We'll see." I said, trying as hard as I could to keep the hurt out of my voice as I rinsed the conditioner out of her hair.

I finished washing my sister's hair and sat her down in the swivel chair in front of my station.

"I already mixed your dye." I said as I sectioned her hair with my comb and secured each of them with a clip.

"How do you know what color…" I interrupted her

"Come on! I am your sister! I know what will look the best on you. I'm going to give you some highlights too"

"Don't make me look like some teenager!"

"Bree," I used her nickname as I gave her a confident look, "I know what I'm doing. Have I ever fucked up your hair?"

"I know, I know!" Aubrey agreed, "My hair always looks great."

Forty five minutes later, my sister left the salon loving her newly colored and cut hair. I helped Lorelei get curling rods and papers for her next appointment and checked my phone for messages. I had one from Logan.
"I'll be home a little after 7. What is for dinner?"

I wondered when he'd make me dinner again. It had been few weeks since he made me a nice dinner. I sighed, knowing that he was always tired from work when he got home. I tried to picture in my head what we had in our freezer. I sent him a message back.
"lemon chicken and baked potatoes with rolls"

The front door to the salon beeped as it opened and my last appointment of the day walked in. After a quick hair wash and a buzz cut, I cleaned up my station and helped Lorelei wash the curling rods from her perm appointment. Fifteen minutes later we locked up the doors and walked out into the crisp, cold February night. I waved goodbye to Lorelei and told her that I'd call her over the weekend. As I climbed into my midnight blue 2009 Eclipse, my phone beeped.
"Sounds good. What about you for dessert? ;)"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Typical male.

I heard the door unlock as I pulled the potatoes out of the oven with a checkered green oven mitt. I closed the oven door with my knee and placed the hot tray on top of the stove. Logan walked in, wearing his light blue button up shirt and khaki pants. His light brown hair was slightly greasy. I smiled as I looked up at him.

"Hey, sexy" he said as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"How was your day?" I asked him as he kissed my cheek

He turned around to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Corona. "Busy. Mark has less than two months left. I need to get that manager's position."

"I know you will get it." I said, trying to sound positive, as I reached up, standing on my toes, in the cabinet and grabbed two white plates.

He turned to walk in the bedroom and said quietly, "Yeah, I hope so."

A few minutes later Logan walked back into the kitchen in black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. He always looked pretty damn sexy in athletic clothes. He wasn't massively built or anything, but he did have some good abs and nice arms. I placed a piece of lemon chicken, a baked potato, and a biscuit on both of our plates and placed them down on the light oak table. I reached up on my tip toes again to grab a glass from the cabinet to the left of the sink and walked to the fridge and poured myself a glass of Diet Coke. Finally, I sat down for the first time in hours.

"Pretty good, babe." Logan finished half his chicken already.

"Thanks." I murmured as I took my first bite. I was a damn good cook! My Grandma Esme, my father's mother who I was partially named after, taught me everything that I knew about cooking and baking.

I looked at the clock above the table. 7:45. I had accomplished nothing that I planned to get done. I wanted to mop the floors and do a load of laundry. It would have to wait until the next morning. "I have absolutely no motivation to do anything tonight." I said quietly, thinking out loud.

"Let's just get in bed after we eat. We'll watch a movie." I couldn't think of anything else that I would have rather wanted to do than lay down, except for maybe a shower.

We finished eating dinner and I rinsed off the plates and utensils and piled them into the almost full dishwasher. I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed the detergent from under the sink, filled the dishwasher with soap and turned the cycle on.

As I took a navy blue towel out of the linen closet next to the bathroom I yelled to Logan that I was about to get in the shower. I walked in the bathroom, turned on the hot water and took my black and white work clothes off. In the mirror, I caught my reflection and turned to look at my appearance. My naturally wavy auburn hair was getting longer than I liked it. It was almost to my elbows. My eyes were a light brown, like milk chocolate with streaks of honey mixed in. I looked down to my chest and chuckled. I was definitely blessed with the chest! I scanned my eyes to my stomach and shrugged. I was not a twig, I had some meat on my bones. Some guys liked it, I guessed. Logan had never complained, that I knew of anyways. I started to turn around and noticed the tattoo on the back of my right shoulder. A half sun, half moon and stars surrounding it. Sometimes I forgot that it was even there because I could only see it if I was near a mirror.

After a nice hot shower, I climbed in bed next to my gorgeous fiancée who was wearing nothing but a pair of blue and white plaid boxers. Just as I slipped under the cool sheets, Logan's hands found my body and my lips found his and we started a night of wonderful lovemaking. We both got our dessert.

I turned on the coffee pot and reached up into the cabinet for my favorite green butterfly mug. I smiled as I thought about when I got it. It was a birthday gift from the children I used to nanny for. I took care of Sophia and Liam for four years, but had to leave them the year before, when I got more hours at the salon. I wondered how they were doing as I put my cinnamon raisin bagel in the toaster. Just as I pushed the button down, my cell phone rang. I picked up my phone from the table and looked at the ID.
"Hey, Dad!"

"Good morning, Sweetheart. What are your plans for today?" My father asked with enthusiasm. I knew that tone.

"I have some laundry to do and some light cleaning. I might hang out with Lorelei later, but I haven't talked to her yet."

"Well, I'd like to talk to you both. How about a late lunch at Olive Garden?"

Oh boy, I thought, this could be interesting. "Sure, I'd love to. I'll try to get a hold of Lorelei."

"I will see you around two o'clock then. I love you, Renesme."

"Love you too, Dad."

I ended the call and immediately texted Lorelei. It wasn't uncommon for the three of us to eat out, but my Dad seemed like he had something important to tell us.

"My Dad wants us to meet him at Olive Garden at 2:00. He said he wants to talk to the both of us."

BEEP
"Okay…should I be worried?"

"I don't think so. He was in an extremely good mood."

BEEP
"I wonder what Dad has in store for us. I'll meet you there at 2"

For as long as I could remember, Lorelei had called my father, Dad. I think he actually told her to at one point. We met at the age of fourteen, in the summer of ninth grade, when she and her family moved in a few houses down from mine. Ever since then she had been part of my family. She was like a sister to me.
I replied to her, saying that I would see her later and began to throw the laundry into the washing machine.

I walked into the Olive Garden and searched for my father. I smiled as I thought about how well he knew me. Olive Garden had been one of my favorite restaurants since I was a little girl. I just loved how it was so low key….so simple. And, of course, because pasta was my favorite food. Years ago we would come once a week with Aubrey and Lorelei, but after awhile my father's schedule became busier so we couldn't come as often.

After a few moments I spotted him on the left side of the restaurant, a few tables from the back wall. As I walked toward the table he saw me and stood up from his chair.

My father's appearance hadn't changed much in my 26 years of life. He had always been a handsome man. At the age of 48, he didn't look a day over 35. He was a about six feet tall, his copper hair was a few shades darker than mine, and his eyes were a bright green.

My father was smiling as I made my way to the table. I gave him a tight hug and he kissed me on the cheek. "Hello, my lovely Renesme."

"Hi, Daddy" I was such a Daddy's girl!

My father pulled the chair out that was to his right and I sat down in it. He pushed it to the table and sat down in his own chair. He asked me about work and I told him that I was putting in longer hours because Logan was working more.

"I don't like you working that much, Nessie. You need time to be young and have fun."

"Dad, I do have fun. I go out with my friends."

"I just think you work too much, Sweet pea." I loved the nickname that my mother gave me as an infant.

My father was right, I did work a lot. It took my mind off the things that I didn't want to think about. It kept me busy so that I didn't drive myself crazy thinking about my empty life. Don't get me wrong, I loved my family and friends and Logan, but I just didn't feel whole. I felt like my life was going nowhere. But of course, I couldn't tell my father that.

At that moment, I looked up and spotted Lorelei walking toward us. I waved to her and my father stood up and pulled out the chair across from me.

"Hey, Rory" I said as she reached our table.

My father gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek. She sat down in the chair that my father pulled out and as he did for me, he pushed her into the table.

We ordered our drinks and lunches. I ordered my favorite, Penne a La Vodka, Lorelei ordered Chicken Parmesan, and my father ordered Chicken Marsala. We began to munch on the warm Italian bread that the waitress placed on our table when my father cleared his throat.

"So I hear that Ingram Hill is coming back to Connecticut." He stated.

"Yeah, we found out yesterday." I replied. "I thought you would have told us before."

"I'm sorry Nessie," my father said apologetically, "I've been pretty busy dealing with a new band that I want on my label. That's why I wanted to talk to you both."

Lorelei and I both looked at each other and then to my father. "What do you mean, Dad?"

"This band that I want to get on my label is opening for Ingram Hill on their East Coast tour dates. I need you girls to help me out…if you are willing to…"

Lorelei and I were both confused as hell.

"What do you need us to do?" Lorelei asked my father.

My father smiled. "I need you to check out this band and tell me how they are live. I can't make it to the concert, I will be in Los Angeles that weekend. I've heard their demos and they are pretty damn good in the studio, but performing live, as you both already know, is a totally different thing."

I looked at my father with a questioning look. "Are you sure you trust our judgment? We aren't exactly music professionals."

My father looked at my best friend and me with love all over his face. "I trust you girls more than I trust anyone. Both of your love and passion for music shows me that I can trust your judgment."

Of course, Lorelei and I agreed to scope out the band to see if they are "label worthy" as we called it. My father told us that he would get our tickets, as well as backstage passes so we could talk to the band and see how they interacted with fans and dealt with being on tour.

Our meals were placed in front of us which ended the conversation. I took one whiff of my pasta and my mouth watered. We dug in and began to devour our lunches. We made small talk while we enjoyed our meals. My father asked us how work had been, and he told us that work at the label was busy because he was trying to promote a new album for one of his bands. It was then that I realized that I forgot to ask my father about the details of the band that he wanted us to see. We didn't know anything about the band. I was too distracted earlier by my delicious food.

"Dad, what is the name of the band that you want us to check out?"

My father's face went from smiling to slightly worried. "Um…well…" My father hardy ever had a loss of words and I was starting to become a little worried. "…the name of the band is Dark Moon"

"Okay, and how many members in the band? We want to know the basics about this band so we don't seem like complete asses."

My father swallowed hard. "Well, Nessie….um, do you remember Jacob Black?"

"Yes." I replied quickly. I could never forget Jacob Black.

I knew Jacob Black since I was nine years old. His parents and my parents became good friends when they moved here from Washington when I was in the third grade. Jacob was a year older than me, which made him a grade ahead of me. Since our parents went out often and spent a lot of time together, Jacob and I became quite close. We actually became inseparable. Even though we were young, Jacob was my first love, and he told me I was his. We were each other's first love, first kiss….and were supposed to lose our virginity to each other, we talked about it on more than a few occasions. It never happened though, because Jacob moved in the beginning of eighth grade. We emailed and talked to the phone, but as the months passed the emails and calls became shorter and came less frequently. I sent Jacob and email two days after my mother died and he responded back in a brief email saying how sorry he was and that he wished he could be there for me. I replied back thanking him for his condolences. I never heard from him since.

I came back to reality and shook my head to clear my thoughts and realized that no one was speaking. "Why do you ask?"

"Jacob is the lead singer and guitarist of the band."

I instantly felt like all the food I had just consumed was going to come back up out of my stomach. I actually think I may have went pale.

"Ness, are you okay?" Lorelei asked me as she handed me a glass of ice water. She knew about Jacob. She knew everything.

I took a big gulp of water before I spoke. "I'm okay, thanks. I didn't expect that one." I looked at my father and saw the concern all over his face. He didn't expect me to react that way. My father knew that Jacob and I were once close, but he didn't know the extent of feelings that I had for Jacob and vice versa. He knew that we shared our first kiss together and just thought it was a case of puppy love.

"I don't think I can do it, Dad."

"Why not, Nessie? You and Jacob were good friends. I bet he'd love to see you again!"

I could see Lorelei shifting in her chair. I knew she would try to get us out of this. "There are probably better people for the job than us."

"I already told you girls that I trust you enough to do it. I want you to!" At least she tried, I thought to myself.

"It's been so long, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Renesme, I want you to do this for me. I can't be there for the concert and I know you will be there anyways. You can spend some extra time to talk to Ingram Hill, I know it's been awhile. And I think it will be great for you and Jacob to see each other again after all the years." My father could be quite convincing. Damnit.

I sighed in defeat. "Sure, Dad. We'll do it."

After my father told us a little bit more about Dark Moon, he received a phone call and had to go back to the office.

I pulled my keys out of my paisley navy blue and green Vera Bradley pocketbook and unlocked the door to mine and Logan's two bedroom apartment. I turned on the light as I stepped in and closed the door behind me. Logan wasn't home from work yet, it was only 4:45. He wouldn't be home for at least another hour. After I pulled off my light blue fleece lined winter coat I slid out of my very worn in black converses. I threw my pocketbook on the kitchen counter and sighed. What a fucking shocker. Jacob Black.

I wasn't sure that I even wanted to see him. Why would I? He apparently forgot about me. I waited forever for him to write to me again, but I got nothing. He probably wouldn't even remember me. Why would he? We were young teenagers. I didn't know why I was driving myself crazy thinking about it. It was the past. Over and done with.

The only reason I agreed to go is to help my father out. I didn't think I would be any help to him at all though, but he seemed to think Lorelei and I knew our shit and knew what music would sell. My father said that Jacob had no clue that he would see me at the concert. I thought that maybe I could go unnoticed. I could at least try.

My mind was going in a thousand directions at once. I needed music, so I walked into the living room and placed my iPod in the iHome stereo that was on our entertainment center. I put my all time favorite band, Hanson, on shuffle.

Are you ready to lose?
Are you ready to win?
Well I've been losing for so long
I can't begin

I'm a man on the moon
I'm a man on the edge
Well I'm the words you never knew were in your head
To be read

You can't help you're so insecure
You're hurt right down to the core
You're only stuck in your pain today
Welcome to Breaktown

For the first time
It's a great town
For your worst time
When you freak out
There's a road sign
Welcome to Breaktown

I turned around and made my way into the second bedroom. It was a spare room that we used to store some odds and ends that we couldn't fit anywhere else in the apartment. I'm glad that no one else saw what was in there, because it looked like a hurricane went through it. I walked to the light maple dresser on the right wall and opened the bottom drawer. I dug down to the bottom of the drawer and pulled out an old, worn out photo album. I felt the red fabric on the cover and opened it. The first page was two pictures of my thirteenth birthday. They were of me and Aubrey sitting on our front porch behind a huge "Happy Birthday" banner.

Are you ready to quit?
Are you ready to learn?
Are you ready to find the spark inside and let it burn?

I'm the walls that close in
I'm the words you won't say
I'm the voice you choose to keep inside
And lock away
Everyday

I turned the page and brushed my finger over the picture. It was of me and Jake with his arm around me in front of the same "Happy Birthday" banner. We were both laughing at something we thought was funny at the time. I looked to the picture on the opposite page and half-smiled. It was taken when Jacob was putting the bracelet he gave to me as a present on my wrist. It was a silver chain with three charms hanging off of it; a star, a music note and angel wings. He moved three weeks later, leaving me broken.

You keep it all to yourself
You're just like everyone else
So take a good look around
Now...

Welcome to Breaktown
For the first time
It's a great town
For your worst time
When you freak out
There's a road sign
Welcome to Breaktown

I noticed a wet drop on the picture and wiped it away with my thumb, and that is when I realized there were streams of tears coming down my face.