Ugh, my computer got this awful virus and I was afraid I lost all my files, but alas, THEY WERE RECOVERED! Including this story!

This is installment 2/? of 'A Normal Teenager'. Hope you enjoy!


When Renee notices Bella's lips are pink again as she crawls into the back of the police cruiser, she resolves to call Charlie as soon as Bella falls asleep and demand he tell her everything about Jacob Black.


Renee absolutely insists that I toss the one piece I brought and buy something cute and new, and I don't complain much.

"This would look adorable on you!" She holds out a pink and white polka dot bikini.

"Pink?" I ask, incredulously. "I said I'd do a bikini. I NEVER said I'd do pink. Have you ever seen me wear pink, Mom?"

Renee sniffs, disappointed. "Fine. How about purple?"

"How about the green one behind you?" I compromise.

Renee looks stricken as she picks it up. "Are you serious? It has RUFFLES! I didn't even suggest it because I thought you'd hate that!"

"It also has boy shorts." I point out.

Edward had liked me in blue. Jake always paid special attention when I wore green.

"Try it on!"

I did, and when I surveyed myself in the mirror, I was pleased to find that the color really did suit me, and that the ruffles at the bust made my average-sized chest look a little bigger.

When I came out of the dressing room, Renee cried, "I'M BUYING THAT FOR YOU!" at once.

And I let her (normal teenagers let their parents buy them gifts). After all, I'd promised Rosalie I'd come back with some color.

"Can we go to the beach?" I ask as we walked out of the store with three new bathing suits: a cute red bikini with wooden beads (Renee's choice, and since it really didn't look bad, I had caved), the green one I liked, and a sensible royal blue one piece (I did look nice in blue, after all) I'd insisted on.

"Lunch first. We need to talk about your friend Jacob."


Bella Swan tells her mother everything over a burger and fries (normal teenagers eat fast food), minus the little details about vampires and werewolves. Renee is happily surprised to find out her daughter has fallen in love with her best friend, and decides that anybody that Charlie didn't shoot for kissing Bella without her permission is probably one hell of a boy. She wishes Sarah Black were alive to see her son get the girl. She remembers a barbeque from over a decade ago, and two mothers watching their children fight with water pistols."Wouldn't it be great if they ended up together?" Sarah had said.


My new cell phone (another thing Renee absolutely insisted upon) rings while I'm throwing together a sandwich on day four of my 'vacation'.

The number isn't familiar, but it's a Forks area code, so I pick it up.

"Hello?" I ask uncertainly.

"Oh, Bella, good, I was so nervous I'd written the number wrong and I'd have to call your dad again!" The familiar voice surprises me.

"Angela?"

"Yeah, it's me, sorry, I should have said that, right? It's me." She laughs nervously.

"No, no, it's alright. How are you?"

A small silence follows my question.

"I was actually calling to see how you were."

Oh Angela. "I'm good." I reply quietly.

"Are... you really?" She asks sincerely.

I smile even as I feel tears prick at my eyes, grateful to have one REAL friend from high school who still somehow actually cares about me.

"I am, actually!" I laugh. "I really am! I---Do you want to maybe have lunch with me when I come home? I'd like to tell you about what happened." I would tell her. I could tell her, like I'd told Renee, sparing the supernatural bits.

"Oh, I'd love to!" She says happily, and I thank god or whoever again that she's such a good person.

"I—Great, Angela, that's great!" I manage to modulate my voice so that even I can't tell that I'm crying.

"I'm so glad that you're alright." She breathes again.

"I'm glad you called. Thank you, really." I try to pack as much gratitude into my tone as possible.

"Don't even think about it." Angela insists. "I was just worried, that's all. Can I---? Ben---"

I smile. "You can tell Ben. And tell him thanks too, for thinking of me."

"Call me when you get home."

"I will, promise."

"And have a good vacation!"

"I will."

"Bye, Bella!"

"See you soon, Angela!"


Bella Swan can't sleep. She lays awake in bed for hours every night.

This is new.

She's never had trouble falling asleep before, not even after nightmares. She's become accustomed to them.

She fiddles with her charm bracelet in the dark, fingering the little wolf charm Jacob Black gave her on the day she graduated. When she sits up to see it better in the dim light from the window, the heavy, heart-shaped diamond dangling on the opposite side surrenders to gravity and falls below her hand.

She stares at it.

With a sigh, she stumbles out of bed. She falls three times in the dark, unfamiliar house, but finally makes it to Renee's 'junk drawer'.

With trembling hands and teary eyes, her needle-nosed pliers pry apart the silver ring that fastens Edward Cullen's heart to her charm bracelet.

Renee Dwyer watches from her darkened bedroom door as Bella stumbles back to bed.

In ten minutes, when she peers in through the door, her daughter is sleeping soundly, her braceleted hand pressed to her heart.


"I'm kind of seeing somebody, sorry." I stammer and blush as the third boy of the day asks me to take a walk with him. This one is almost as tall as Jacob, but with curly brown hair and blue eyes, the wiry body of a swimmer.

"Oh, my bad." He smiles disarmingly. "Just thought you could use some company. He's a brave man, sending his girl to the beach alone." He looks me up and down appreciatively.

I'm surprised and flattered. "I'm not from here. Washington."

"Really?" He asks, now genuinely surprised. "You were looking pretty at home here in the sun."

"My mom lives here." I explain, and I'm surprised that I'm having a perfectly normal, un-awkward (except for the he-tried-to-hit-on-me part) conversation with a boy my age. Normal teenage girls talk to other teenage boys. "I grew up in Phoenix. I live with my dad now."

He flops down onto the sand next to me, and I find I don't really mind, now that he knows I'm not interested in anything other than a polite conversation. "Ahh, Phoenix. Plenty of sun there. Not much in Washington though, right?"

I smile at the thought of Jake, my own personal sun in Forks. "There's enough for me. Have you ever been?"

"Nah. Born and raised Floridian." He shrugs and extends his hand. "I'm Greg, by the way."

"Bella." I shake it. "And you should go sometime. It's beautiful."

He winks. "I believe you."

I blush again.

"Hey, hey, I'm not trying to get myself somewhere, I'm just saying. You should learn to take a compliment." He holds his hands up defensively.

"Thanks." I mumble, still red.

"Bet your boyfriend loves that." He jokes.

"Loves what?"

"Making you blush."

I smile. "I guess he does, yeah." I decide right then that boyfriend is such an inadequate word. Mike Newton is Jessica Stanley's boyfriend. The comparison is laughable.

"Lucky man." Greg says.

I blush again. "I'm a lucky girl." Unbelievably lucky.

He sighs resignedly. "I guess I should get back to my friends and tell them the bad news."

I frown in confusion.

He smirks. "My buddy Dan told me he'd like a shot if you wouldn't go get a smoothie with me."

I bite my lip to contain my laugh. "Well, then yes, I guess you should tell him the bad news. It's a good thing Jacob isn't here, I don't think he'd like you or your buddy." I say with complete honestly.

"Jacob, huh? 'Jacob and Bella'." He tries it out. "I think 'Greg and Bella' sounds okay." He winks.

"Well he calls me Bells. 'Jake and Bells' is hard to beat, don't you think?" I counter.

"Touche." He laughs.

"Hey, where are your friends sitting?" I ask, impulsively.

He gets up and points out a group of four guys a little way off.

"Dan!" I yell, standing up. Renee is watching with a bemused expression on her face.

A dark brunette with dimples turns his head in confusion, but smiles goofily when he sees who called out.

"I'm taken!" I yell back, shrugging theatrically to show him I'm teasing.

"Damn!" He yells back, as his friends and Greg laugh. "Well, tell him from me he's a lucky guy!"

"I will, thanks!" I respond.

I offer Greg my hand again, but he hugs me instead, and though I'm a little taken aback (and he's the wrong temperature, despite the sunny day) I don't push him away.

"It was really nice to meet you, Bella." He says.

"It was nice to meet you too." I smile.

He jogs back to his friends, who slap him on the back in typical boy-fashion. He has an infinity symbol tattooed on his shoulder blade, and that makes me smirk.

A girl could do worse. I think, and hope he finds a nice girl to get a smoothie with him today.

"What was that about?" Renee asks wonderingly.

"I'm trying to lighten up. Be a normal teenager." I confess. "And... can we make one more stop before we go back to your place?"


"Are you sure you want to do this?" Renee asks for the eighth time.

"Yeah." I nod.

"This is so unlike you. This is... a very impulsive decision." She lectures, trying to play a concerned parent, but she's holding back a smile. "I'm not sure how your father will feel about this."

"Neither am I." I confess. But normal teenagers don't always take into consideration what their fathers think.

"Swan, Bella?" The receptionist calls out. "You're up."

Renee opens her mouth. "I'm sure." I smile. The guys are going to LOVE this.

"Okay. But you're telling Charlie!" She laughs.

"So what are we doing today?" A petite woman asks me as I sit down in her chair. Her hair is short and spiky, styled like Alice's, but bubble-gum pink.

I hold out my wrist and offer up the wooden wolf who now dangles alone on my bracelet.

"Something like this."


"All done!" The chipper artist smooths over my skin with a final flourish. "Go check it out."

I flex the fingers of the hand I've been crushing Renee's with as I stand and wobble over to the full length mirror.

My eyes find the tiny russet brown wolf on my hip and I smile.

I'm happy I didn't let the artist talk me out of getting the wolf's full body. The little wolf sitting on my hip looks just like Jake in look-out mode: fierce and beautiful. The script is so close to the spiky fur of his back that I know no one will be able to read it without being up close and personal.

"It's perfect."


It's the thirteenth day of her 'vacation' and Bella Swan is looking at her cell phone for the fifty-thousandth time.

She picks it up, flips it open, and then snaps it shut, pushing it away from her.

This has gone on since Renee hauled her into the Verizon store on the second day of her stay.

Ten minutes later, she gets up to get a drink of water just so she doesn't have to look at it anymore.

She watches Jeopardy with Renee and Phil, who screams out the answers to the category 'Famous Games' happily, and applauds Bella when she gets almost every one of the 'Literary Lovers' clues correct.

When she gets back to her room and spies her phone where she left it on the bedside table, she lunges for it and dials in the number she knows best, fidgeting as she listens to it ring.

When Jacob's breathless voice greets her with a "Black residence!" she falls down onto the bed with happy relief.

"I miss you so much." She blurts.

Jacob Black's exhaled breath is heard audibly though the phone. "I was afraid you'd forgotten about me. I miss you too."

"Never." She promises, and brushes a hand over the wolf on her hip. "I have a surprise for you when I get back."

They talk for two hours about absolutely nothing before Billy Black yells something about running up the bill, and Bella Swan sleeps peacefully that night.


"You're sure you want to leave so early? You've only been here three weeks!" Renee whines as Phil packs my bag into the trunk of his car.

"I'm sure." I nod. "I have to talk to the people at Port Angeles in person if I want to make a good impression, and it's getting a little late to accept admissions."

I'd called the University of Alaska the day before to check on canceling my acceptance, only to be told by a very confused secretary that everything had been taken care of by a Mr. Jasper, who had 'assured her that he was perfectly qualified to act on your account'. I apologized profusely for the mishap,with a litany of of course Mr. Jasper had thought of everything, and thank you so much for your help, yes everything is perfectly in order.

"Always the responsible one." Renee chuckled, and then hip bumped me, winking. "Usually."

"Har har, mother."


I hug Charlie tightly when I get off the plane, dropping my carry-on clumsily on the floor.

"Missed you, kid." He mumbles gruffly into the top of my head.

"I missed you too, Dad." I pull away from him and pick up my bag.

He grins sheepishly after our atypical showcase of affection.

"Soo..." I begin, once we've picked up my checked bag and are pulling out of Sea-Tac. "How would you feel about me living at home this year?"

He pulls a double take. "What? What about college?"

I bite my lip. "Well... I have an appointment with the admissions staff at Port Angeles College scheduled... I was kind of thinking I'd like to do that instead."

"What about Alaska?" He asks, predictably.

I cringe. "I---Well, I honestly don't know what I was thinking, Dad. I don't want to live in Alaska... I'd.... miss home."

He finally smiles, and something in the pit of my stomach unclenches. "Then I love you living at home next year."

I hesitate now. "There's something else I have to tell you."

We stop at a light and he sends me a serious look. "I don't like the sound of that..."


"Do you have some kind of wolf fetish!?"

Bella Swan is glad her father is in the habit of driving with both hands on the wheel, or he just might strangle her.

He mutters darkly through the next three lights and then sighs. "I guess I couldn't expect you not to act like a normal teenager once in a while."

Bella turns her head towards her window to hide her smile.


I have to bite my lips to keep from squealing like a sorority girl when we turn onto my street and I see Jacob's Rabbit parked outside the house.

"Knew he wouldn't wait long..." Charlie chuckled.

When he parks, I linger for a second near the trunk before Charlie smiles knowingly and says simply, "Go."

I rush up the porch steps and tug open the front door---

And run into a hot, hard, wall of teenage werewolf.

"Bells!"

He scoops me up and pulls me into a tight hug, spinning me around as if I weigh nothing.

"God, I'm so glad I'm home." I whisper into the crook of his neck.

"Forks is glad to have you back. La Push will be too." Jacob sighs into my hair.

"That's not what I meant."

He pulls back in confusion.

"Home is not Forks and La Push." I insist. "Home is Charlie and you."

He smiles so widely I can almost count his molars.


We lay on my bed together ("Leave the door open." Charlie had grumbled.) in silence, just happy to be together again.

"So..." Jacob begins slowly. "Carlisle called and told Sam all about the Volturi."

I sit up so fast that my head spins. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, I should have said something about that before I left!"

"Hey, it's okay." He soothes, rubbing my shoulders and pulling me back down next to him and tucking me into his chest.

"Do they all hate me?" I wonder aloud.

"No, Bells, of course not. They never hated you."

"Oh, I don't know, Leah does a pretty good impression..."

He laughs and my whole body shakes with his. "I think she likes you better now, if anything."

"What?!" I gasp.

"Hey, don't ask me, that's just the impression I get when we're phased. As for the others... Sam's really glad you're staying, Italian vamps included. He's always had kind of a soft spot for you. Emily too, she's dying to see you. Quil and Embry will probably knock you off your feet when they get to you, no matter what I tell them... And hey, I told them not to bug you about what you did in the garage, but it's kind of a guy's fantasy to make out with a hot girl on the hood of his car, soooo don't expect them to keep quiet about that." I blushed despite my best efforts. "Seth's absolutely beside himself, nearly peed himself when I phased the first time after the wedding. Paul might give you a hard time, but that's a front, he says its always 'more interesting' when you're around, which in Paul-speak equates to 'welcome back'. And Collin and Brady... Well, you never really got to know them, but they're kind of taking their cues from the rest of the pack, so they'll be happy to see you too... Hey, we're having a bonfire tomorrow night to celebrate you coming back, is that okay? I know we didn't ask, but---"

His speech ended when I grabbed a handful of his hair and kissed him fiercely.

A few minutes later, he pulled back with a dazed expression on his face. "So it's okay then." He muttered.

"It's great."


Bella Swan and Jacob Black happily enjoy making out for the next ten minutes, and a second before Jacob Black's hand closes over Bella Swan's right breast, Charlie Swan yells up the stairs, "It's getting a bit QUIET up there, Bella!"

Jacob Black groans and rolls off Bella to lie face down on her bed, successfully concealing the strained front of his pants. "You're lucky your dad's here." His voice was muffled by her comforter.

"Am not." Bella pants. He turns his head to find it in very close proximity to her heaving breasts. "Want to be alone with you. Preferably now."

This does nothing to help Jacob Black will away the hard bulge in his jeans.


When nighttime rolls around, Charlie yells up the stairs that Billy will want Jake home soon.

I groan. "I don't want you to go."

He kisses me. "I don't want to go, believe me." Suddenly his eyes narrow. "Hey, weren't you supposed to have a surprise for me?"

I smile widely. How could I have forgotten? "Yeah, I do." I giggle, uncharacteristically.

He grins cheekily. "Soooo, where is it?"

I bite my lip and unbutton my jeans.

I'm very surprised when Jake's bulging eyes don't pop out of his head and roll away.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Jacob." I tease, and he finally blinks.

"What are you doing?!" He hisses, eyes flicking to the open door behind me.

I pull down my zipper and tug on my right belt loop.

"Showing you your surprise." I pull my shirt up over my stomach, revealing my tattoo.

Jake's mouth falls open so quickly that I suspect his jaw has unhinged. "Oh my god, Bells..." He moans, dropping onto his knees to inspect the tattoo.

His eyes flick up to me, half disbelief, half lust. "You got a tattoo."

I blush at the fire in his eyes. "I did."

"I---is that... me?" He asks breathlessly.

"Yep. As close as the tattoo artist could do. I described you for about five minutes straight to make sure she got it right. Read the script on your back."

He squints, and then a silly grin breaks out on his face. "Wolf girl?"

"Yeah." I blush brighter. "I figured its appropriate now."

His eyes fill up with love. "Yeah." He croaks. "Did it hurt?"

"Sort of." I admit. "But it was worth---" My breath whooshes out of my mouth as he leans forward and presses a tender kiss to my hip. "---it." I finish breathily.

"I love you. God, I love you." He murmurs, kissing all around the tattoo, the palm that cupped his face, up my arm, then neck, to finally meet my waiting lips.

"I love you too." I sigh against his lips.

"Jacob!" Charlie warns from downstairs.


This time Bella Swan notices the hardness pressed up against her stomach as she breaks away from Jacob Black's mouth.

She and Jacob look down at the same time to the place his erection is pressing into her, then back up into each other's red faces.

"Goodnight." Jacob squeaks before bolting out of her room.

She hears his "Night, Chief!" and the door slam behind him before she remembers to move.


Jacob Black is very happy he drove so he doesn't have to phase just yet.

He takes advantage of having his thoughts to himself when he pulls the car over halfway to La Push to take advantage of something else.

Voila! Part two! Let me know what you think!