These broken days
won't last forever
You know i'll put us back together

--Shiny Toy Guns, "I Owe You A Love Song"

I've been with the Cullen's two years now. Surprisingly, they're very easy to live with. Aside from the smell, that is. They've all pretty much accepted me into their family, even Blondie, in her own way. Let me put it this way -- I do not miss Rachel and Rebecca. Rosalie (hm… something about pretty bitches whose names start with the letter R, that they just have something against me) constantly taunts me, teases me, with no provocation from me whatsoever. But she's better than my sisters, because at least I don't get called "ugly' and "nerd" every five seconds.

Blondie walked into the room, looked me up and down, scowled, and kept on walking. "Stupid." She muttered. See, she had her own pet name for me.

"Hey, did you hear about the tragedy at the mall? There was a power outage, and 27 blondes were stuck on escalators throughout the store."

"Why don't you get some new jokes?"

"Why don't you lay off the sculpting surgery, bimbo?"

She huffed and stormed out of the back door. Anyway, as I was saying, the Cullen's were easy to get along with. Even Edward was bearable at times. He snorted. Edward is number one on my hit list. I'll get him while he least expects it. And it won't be physical. He gave me a mock apologetic look, then grinned, turning back to the television. Yeah, he'd better be scared of me. He knows how I get with revenge. Sneaky, unsuspected, and mentally damaging. "Yeah." He commented.

I walked out the front door (Blondie was out back, didn't want any confrontation there), and sat down on the steps. A few minutes later, I heard a voice. "Hi, Jacob!" I looked up. It was Renesmee, smiling down at me, completely angelic looking. She only looked about twelve now, but she was going to be hot one day. I heard Edward scoff. Haha I thought. I knew that if I could read his thoughts, he would be thinking, "not funny, Jacob". He said that about a lot of my jokes aimed at him. Guy just didn't get humour.

"I get it perfectly fine, thank you!" He commented.

"From Bella?" I heard Emmett's booming laugh and Jasper's quiet chuckle, as Bella walked up and swatted me on the head. Hard. Too hard. "Oow," I muttered.

"That's for being a little pervert. Mind your own business." she walked up the stairs and into the house.

"I don't get it," Renesmee asked, inclining her head. "What does Mom give Dad?"

"Nothing you need to know about for a few more years."

Her brows furrowed and she looked upward, like she did when she was trying to figure something out. Pretty cute kid. Alice walked up the steps, holding quite a few dozen shopping bags. "Have fun, Alice?"

She grinned down--- actually, she was so short, we were practically eye-to-eye, while most people would have to look down -- talk to me. "Oh yes, it was loads of fun. Nessie got some cute stuff, didn't you, Sweetie?"

"Mhm," Renesmee said, still lingering on that joke, trying to understand it.

"And we got Mommy some nice clothes, too, didn't we?"

This time Renesmee didn't answer at all. Her brows furrowed further.

"All right then," Alice laughed. She danced up the stairs. "Bella! Oh Bella, come on! Lets show everyone your new dress!"

"No!" Bella shrieked, and there was a crash from the inside. Probably knocked over a lamp, running from Alice. Leave it to her to be the only klutzy vampire.

"EMMETT, GRAB HER!"

Boom.

Very entertaining when Alice took Bella shopping.

I looked at Renesmee, standing in front of me. She was staring up at the stars, still in wonderment. I pulled her down next to me on the step. She snapped out of her trance. She sighed, apparently exasperated. I laughed. She looked up at me. "It's not easy when you're my age and your whole family gets things that you don't, you know, Jacob."

"Believe me, you don't want to know. Once I learned some things, I wished on my life that I could forget them." I looked up at the darkening sky, seeing the moon beginning to show.

"Such as what?" When I didn't answer her, she sighed again. "You know, everyone treats me like my literal age. I'm more mature than you guys think. I'm not really four."

"We know that, Hon, but it's just… some things you still need to be protected from. Some stuff isn't right for you to know."

She stomped her foot on the step. "I. Am. Not. A. Child." She gritted through her teeth.

"Children stamp their feet," I told her pointedly.

She gave one of Bella's looks. I laughed. She tried to stop it, but a smile began to break out across her face. "Stop it." She shoved my shoulder. I didn't budge. That made me laugh harder. She maintained the "Bella look" for another minute, and then a huge grin broke out across her face, and she began laughing too. We laughed for a while, and when we finally stopped, she got a sad, vacant expression.

"What's wrong?" I could always tell when something was wrong with her, we had an odd, unspoken sort of bond that I could always tell how she was feeling. Her expression was one of hopelessness.

"I just… I have this terrible feeling that everything is about to change now." She looked into my eyes. "For the worst."

I hugged her, and she hugged me back, and we stayed like that for a couple of moments. Then Carlisle whipped his Mercedes into the driveway at, at least eighty. He pulled up so sloppily, that he got tire tracks in the yard.

"Carlisle, what the--?"

"Jacob, Renesmee, get inside the house!" he shouted, running toward us.