Road trip.

Set after BD P2. Don't read if you love Jacob. The Cullen's go on a road trip. We, think personally, this chapter is awesome. If you don't like it... suck it. Please R&R. Enjoy! -Nachos'n'Guac

Bella's POV

Alice had decided to hold a family meeting.

"So, Jazzy and I have been doing some thinking…"

"That's never a good thing." Rosalie muttered, who earlier was still trying to clean up the destruction from last week's thinking session.

"Shut up! Anyways, we were thinking, and we are going on a…" she paused, signalling to something to jump down to the living room from the stairs. That something being Jasper in a printed t-shirt and khaki shorts,

"Road trip!" he finished.

They all groaned, except Carlisle and Esme.

"Well, I think it's a great idea." Said Esme.

Carlisle smiled, half terrified, half trying to cover it up. He kissed Esme tenderly on the head.

"I think it would be a great idea, too."

"Really?" Esme asked, not sounding completely convinced.

"Honey, I will always side with you."

Renesmee was practically jumping up and down in her spot on Edward's lap.

"It's decided, then!" she said excitedly.

"If you're going, so am I." said Edward to Renesmee.

"And if you're going," I said to Edward, "So am I."

"YAY! Can Jakey come?" Edward double-groaned.

"Cause' if he's not going, neither am I!"

She added sternly.

Edward still looked unsure.

"If he isn't coming, I will run away with him-"
"YES! Jacob can come!" Edward interrupted.

"Great!" Alice chirped, "Everyone start packing!"

Emmett was a little too… enthusiastic. He bounded up the stairs, accidentally boring a large hole in the 5th Step.

"EMMET MCCARTY CULLEN!" Esme screeched.
"Sorry, Ma!"

"That was 19th century mahogany, young man!"

"You sound like Effie, Ma."
"Now is NOT the time for hunger games references!"

Renesmee tugged on Esme's sleeve.

"Grandma, why are you yelling at uncle Emmy?"

"Oh, Sweetheart," She said, picking her up, "He just broke my mahogany."
"Naughty Emmy!"

"That's uncle Emmy to you, young lady!"

"Did I say you could scold my daughter, Emmett?" I asked him threateningly.

"No."
"Will you do it again?"

"No."

"Good."

He had learned his lesson, and also learned that I was stronger than him, at the moment.

Jasper was doubled over laughing.

"Well… we're… going… to…"

He was giggling so much he couldn't even speak.

"We're going to Hollywood." Edward sighed.

"Edward! I wanted it to be a surprise!" Jasper yelled, "Why'd you have to read my mind! It would have sounded better if I said it!" it sounded really funny with the accent and all.

"No difference, really." He mumbled.

"It does make a difference, to ME!" he was having a full-on girl tanty

"Where's Jakey? " Renesmee asked, the whole room falling silent at her innocent question.

Her question was answered when the door was kicked off its hinges, quite literally.

"RIGHT HERE, NESS!"

She ran and jumped up into his arms, squealing.

"YES! JAKEY!"

"Yes, Jakey. Wooooo. Anyways, I've got my bag. What about you?"

"Nope. Grandpa said he was going to buy the things we need there so, it's all good." she replied.

"Of course you are, god damn rich people." he muttered under his breath.

Carlisle looked disgusted, both at his language, and what he said.

"Well, I think this "God damn rich" man is the best thing that ever happened to me." Esme said in a raised voice. Esme's voice-raising was rare in this household.

"Yeah, but do you have to teach your grand kid to brag about it?"

"B-but they didn't teach me anything, Jakey."

"Of course, they didn't." he said sarcastically.

"I'm sick of you guys! I'm sick of you" he looked at me, "and your sparkling little leech of a husband. I'm sick of you," He pointed at Esme, "And your stupid little do-gooder doctor."

"Excuse me?"
"I mean, who jumps off a cliff if their kid dies? You had everything to live for!"

That went too far. Way, WAY too far. Carlisle snarled, clenched his fist by his sides.

"Esme. Go upstairs. You too, Renesmee."

They both followed the instruction he had practically growled.

In an instant, Jacob was pinned by the neck up against the wall, shaking.

"Let me go, you psycho!" he gurgled.

"Hurt me, hurt your little dogs, but you do not, hurt my Esme." He said, banging his head against the wall as he spoke.

He sort of did. I don't want to mention what happened next, but let me tell you, it WASN'T pretty. Long story short, he shoved his head down, and broke his nose, and along with an arm, a dislocated shoulder and a few teeth knocked out.

He was on the floor and whimpering by the time the doctor was finished.

He grabbed the boy and dragged him to the door, throwing him out, his blood dripping onto the grass. Didn't tempt anyone. It smelt like a gym sock pulled out of a dead fish's guts.

"And stay out." He said, his voice almost a whisper, before walking back up to their bedroom. Walking back up to Esme.

No one had ever seen Carlisle like this before. Just raising his voice was bad enough but when Carlisle gets physical… let's just say things don't end very well.

Carlisle's POV

I was ready to rip that mutt to pieces but I had to control my temper.

"Esme, honey, please open the door."

"Is he gone?" She managed to choke out

"Yes dear now please come out we're leaving in a few minutes" I replied.

"I don't want to."

Edward cut in front of me, knocked on the door.

I understood, and nodded at him. Being the first new son, they had a special bond I would never understand.

"Esme? Can you open the door?"
"Go away."
"Esme. Open the door."
"Go away." She repeated, starting to get agitated.

"Esme, open the door now."
"Edward, I don't feel like talking, just leave me alone."
"Esme…"
"Edward, I said leave me alone, dammit!" she yelled, and I winced. Her usually sweet, singsong voice was filled with hurt, and anger.

He grabbed the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

I stuck my arm out in front of him.

"Go. Please." I begged, "Let me talk to her."
"Fine."
He looked at all the others, and they got the sign.

They were gone before I could start pleading again, running off into the forest.

"Esme, please."

Silence.

"I'm begging you, open the door."
Nothing.

"Esme, please."

"I'm giving you three seconds to open the door, ma, before I bust in." Emmett boomed, his usual charismatic self, had been taken over by anger, and sadness.

He was as angry as I was.

He smelled of wolf blood. He had finished the job. Not killed him, but got rid of him.

"One."
Nothing happened. The door handle didn't turn, instead stayed locked tight.

"Two."
Still nothing.

"Three."

He used his huge fists to punch a hole in the door, and literally tore away the rest. It left a hole big enough to fit Emmett inside, and that's saying something.

"Emmett go."
He looked back at me, saw my expression, and nodded.

I stepped in the hole.

"Esme?"
Instead of my beautiful wife, I was greeted sadly by the sight of my little granddaughter in the corner crying.

"Renesmee…"
"Grandpa?"
"Yes, sweetheart, it's me."
She ran and jumped into my arms.

"Grandpa, grandma won't talk to me." She said, followed by another round of tears.

"Where did she go?"
"She locked herself in the bathroom."

"Oh. EMMETT!"
He calmly walked back in.

"Yeah?"
"She locked herself in the bathroom."
He nodded and sauntered over to the bathroom door

Emmett's POV

I slowly approached the bathroom.

Punching a hole, square in the middle, I was greeted by a few soap bottles to the face. Hard thrown, it left me with stars over my head.

Why even is there empty soap bottles in the bathroom!?

"OW!"

Esme was huddled in the corner, cross legged and sobbing quietly.

Poor Ma.

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