Chapter 2: Exception

Once we finally reached the front porch, I stood blocking the door, reluctant to go through it, arguing with Alice about entering. Undoubtedly, everyone could already hear us. "Ness, you've got to see them sometime," She insisted in a hushed volume, usless against the thin door.

"And tomorrow sounds pretty good to me," I snapped in a smartass tone. "Why can't I just go to the cottage, and get some sleep?"

She checked her diamond encrested watch. "Because it's tomorrow," she replied sarcastically as she opened the door.

Carlisle and Esme were the first to greet me at the door. Esme as quick to embrace me, her voice relieved. "Nessie, I'm so glad you're home." Carlisle squeezed my shoulder smiling apologetically at me. A galnce around the room told me that Rose and Emmett weren't home yet. Alice had already left my side to sit next to Jasper who was channel surfing on the couch.

I looked back to Carlisle. "Someone's waiting for you in the kitchen," he finally said.

I nodded and went to sit on the stairs, knowing exactly what waited for me in the kitchen, avoiding going anywhere near there. Jasper had turned the TV on to some late night talk show. I let the interviews and guest performances distract me. After about ten minutes of this, and on the verge of sleep, I heard heavy footsteps coming around the corner, and soon saw Jacob's head poke around to glare at me.

I sighed and got up. I grabbed his hand, but he yanked it back as if I had shocked him. I cocked my head, frustrated, and grabbed it again sending a quick thought to him. Don't yell at me, I insisted.

He continued to scowl at me. Suddenly I was being pulled through the kitchen and out the back door. I didn't fight it because there was no point in struggling against the inevitable. When Jacob spun around to face me, once we were outside the house, the glare remained.

I took a deep breath, and the words came out in a gush. "I'm goint to start wrighting again, but I needed inspiration, so I went into the woods to check out the scenery." I stopped short not wanting to spill how things had ended, nor wanting to say any excuse too far from what I'd told my aunt.

But I take it that he already knew. "Ended up pretty well. Didn't it, Renesmee?" he said. Speaking for the first time. I noted how he was pissed enough to the point where he called me by my actual name, rather than the nickname that he, himself, came up with. "And it went especially great with how Emmett and his piece-of-work wife are killing a some nomad parisite right about now," he continued.

"I'm sorry! But I feel like I'm locked up all the time, and it was just nice to get out, and go for a walk for a change!" I exploded, admitting what was probably closer to the truth.

His eyes softened slightly, but his voice still had a bitter edge to it. "But you didn't think to tell anybody?"

"Everyone would say no. Especially you."

"I… could probably make an exception," he said, the rest of his face softening.

I raised my eyebrows in question.

"I mean that you should take somebody with you," he explained.

I snorted. "Like who? Yourself?"

The grin stretched wider, his white teeth gleaming. "Exactly."

I rolled my eyes at him. "No offence, Jake, but with you poised-to-pounce at any moment, I'm not sure that I could focus."

"I an be patient," he deffended, honesty ringing true in his voice. "You'd be surprised how long I can be patient, despite how I may react to somethings."

"Oh, is that why you're here shirtless from running here in your wolf form, rather than taking a few extra seconds to get into your car, and drive here?" I snapped.

"Have you ever thought that someone that you cared about was missing?" he growled in response.

I had no answer to that.

"Didn't think so." He muttered.

"Are you going to forgive me or not?" I demanded harsher than I intended, sounding like I didn't even deserve his forgiveness - and honestly, I didn't.

But my question threw him off guard anyway. "I'll think about it," he said, but I could tell from how his face had relaxed, that I was forgiven already. "Just don't do that to me again."

"I wont," I reassured, hugging his waist lightly. I sighed. "I'm, uh, going to go to the cottage to get some sleep." I said.

He embraced me, kissing the top of my head before releasing me. "'Kay," was all he said.

I sprinted to the cottage, heading straight to bed. I was tired enough from having the stress of everyone being pissed off at me. Not even bothering to change clothes, I kicked off my shoes, before drifting to unconciousness.

A/N: Okay, I want to point out that this is my first story, and you have no idea how sorry I am about how messed up chapter one was. I apologize if this seems like an awful and non-moving story right now, but I promise that it gets better. I just now realized that my chapters an paragraphs are really short, so I guess I'll work on that. Thanks for those who reviewed! Plus, DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!

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