Disclaimer: Wish I owned Twilight, but alas, no. Erin and Andrew are my characters and they come later, but for now I remain a humble puppeteer of Stephanie's characters.

A/N: I got a lot of response to the last chapter [at least in my mind it was a lot] and so I felt a need to start on this chapter right away. P.S. My story is written as if Billy wasn't in a wheelchair, so just remember that.

I spent the rest of that afternoon with Jake lounging on the beach and talking. I told him things I could never tell anyone else, things I'd never consciously admitted to thinking before. I spoke to him about travel more than anything else; my burning desire to leave rainy Washington and my family behind to discover the world for myself. I wanted to get out of here, go to New Zealand and Austria, Venice and Sicily. I wanted to go everywhere. I confessed my desire for some form of rebellion, and felt that running away and living for myself was the best option. Of course I'd return, of course I loved them, but I needed to be free.

If anything, he reflected my plans. He was equally as desperate to get out. But both of us knew it was not likely to happen soon. We were kids to everyone else.

After a good long while, the two of us returned to his house. Billy eyed us with an amused and slightly suggestive smile, but Jake didn't seem to even acknowledge he existed. He sat with me, draping his arm over my shoulders in a way that revealed us to be clearly more than friends. His dad was a laid back sort of guy, and didn't make a single comment. I imagine I could make out with Jake in front of him and he wouldn't even care.

Soon Billy left, muttering something about going to watch baseball with Charlie on the flat screen. I was rather sure that all those two men did was watch sports, go to work, and watch sports at work.

When Billy was out the door, Jake flipped the TV to a chick flick. I probably enjoyed it even less than he did, I wasn't one for the stupid tears and romance movies, but I didn't object because he was just trying to accommodate me. He had tugged me even nearer to him until I was pretty much sitting in his lap. He fell asleep. So did I.

I heard a door slam, and blinked my eyes open slowly. My head was against Jake's chest, which was rising evenly as he breathed in his sleep. Someone turned on the living room lights, making my eyes burn.

"Aw dad!" Jacob complained, stretching and blinking his eyes. I tried to get out of his lap to give him a little room and my cheeks were warming up now that Billy had seen me sleeping with his son so intimately. Jake frowned and towed me back to hold me even tighter to him. He closed his eyes again and situated his face in the crook between my neck and shoulder as if going back to sleep. Billy stared.

"Jeeze Nessie. Can't believe you're still here. It's five past ten." My jaw dropped.

"Crap!" I cursed loudly enough for everyone in the neighborhood to hear. I leaped off the sofa and was at the door in an instant. Jake had gotten up and turned to gaze at me with a pained expression on his face. He rubbed the back of his head.

"Let me drive you Nessie, its dark out." He pleaded.

I watched him longingly, "Sorry, but I can run faster. Plus if you come, well my dad's probably got something cooked up for you. See you tomorrow." And I was out the door running.

Despite the darkness, I had no trouble finding my way; it was programmed into my brain. I didn't slow down as I approached the house. I wasn't sure I'd have guts enough to go in if I paused. I burst through the door.

"Hey rebel! You should see Edward! He's been swearing all day and screaming bloody murder. It's amazing he's got any hair left after tearing at it today! We nearly had to tie him up. He's been swearing and chanting, 'I'm gonna kick Jacob Black's---" Rosalie smacked Emmet, who continued to laugh. I had walked straight through the house, not bothering to speak to any of my family assembled in the great room. Everyone let me pass unquestioned, and I was thankful for that. I marched through the back door and towards the cottage. Time to face the music.

I did stop at the door this time. He was undoubtedly in there. My dad had always sort of hated Jacob for reasons unbeknownst to me. This was not helping that.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen!" My mom scowled at my dad as he ranted. "Breaking curfew by two hours!"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Come on Edward. We broke curfew a million times when we were about her age. So she kissed Jacob? Big whoop. You knew it was going to happen. You've known since the day she was born."

"She was going to run away with him! The mongrel!"

"She talked about travel. You and I know she wouldn't. But she is leaving eventually whether we like it or not, it's hardly fair to condemn her. You and I actually did run away!"

"Bella that was entirely different!" he turned to me. "Room. Now. Grounded for one week. No Jacob for a month."

Now I said nothing out loud.

No words passed my lips.

But some very unkind things passed through my mind. I turned my heel and walked to my room, knowing he sat behind me fuming.

Ridiculous.

Ten minutes later my mom came into my room. She went to my window, opened it, and spoke a single word:

"Go."

A/N: Very cheesy, and a lot of overreaction. Yeah well, Edward is a drama queen in my stories. Review!