A/N – Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and added this story to favourites and alerts. I'm sorry it's took me so long to update but I've been really stuck with this chapter. The first half has been finished for about a week now but I've been stuck with the last bit when they're at Lindsay's because it was surprisingly hard to write. Review please and I'll get the next chapter up quicker :)

Chapter 4

After the party mum made me a hot chocolate and I changed from my dress into some silky pajamas Rosalie had bought me for my last birthday. I sat in the kitchen with dad, Jasper and Alice who were discussing the party.

"So what was Mrs Smith thinking about?" Jasper asked dad, a look or true curiosity on his face. "She was so stressed from the moment she arrived, then all of a sudden, halfway through the party the atmosphere changed and she relaxed. Of course I could tell she was still quite wary but she seemed to be making an effort to try and have fun... I just don't understand it."

"Well it seems we have Jacob to thank for that," Dad sighed, giving me a half smile and squeezing my shoulder. I smiled back at him, glad that Jake was in his good books for once. "Yes, Helen was a close friend of his mothers so she'd heard Jake rant about the Cullen's many times when she'd gone to see him and Billy when he was younger. When she saw how comfortable he was being around us and especially Renesmee, she felt she should at least attempt to get to know us and trust Jacob's judgement because if he'd changed his mind about us there must have been a pretty good reason for it," he finished and a silence fell on the room as we thought about what had been said.

"Wow," I said finally, breaking the silence. "Jake made her think all that in the space of a few minutes?"

"Esme will get it," Alice said suddenly, ignoring my question and looking up towards the hallway. A few seconds later the phone started to ring.

"Hello?" Esme's voice could be heard faintly from upstairs. We all fell silent again, thinking about Mrs Smith. "Oh! Yes, that sounds lovely. Thank you, Helen."

"Esme!" Dad called just as she hung up the phone. She was at the kitchen door in a matter of seconds.

"What's wrong, Edward?" she asked, picking up my mug and going to the sink to clean it.

"Helen?" Alice repeated, raising an eyebrow. Esme put the mug on the drainer and turned round with a wide smile on her face.

"Yes, she's invited me round to hers tomorrow night with the other mums. She said she had such a lovely time!" She beamed as she repeated her conversation with Helen and then turned round and went back to washing the remainder of the dirty glasses and plates leftover from tonight. I quickly got up from the table and ran up the stairs two at a time until I was outside the library where mum was sitting at the large oak table reading a dog-eared copy of Wuthering Heights. She bent the corner of the page over and looked up when I reached the door.

"Hello petal," she smiled, getting up to put the book back on the shelf.

"Mum?" I began, sitting down in one of the old armchairs and watching her move gracefully around the room. She walked over to me and I pressed my palm to my mother's face, replaying the phone call for her to hear.

"Oh, yes. I heard that," Mum said as she sat in an armchair opposite me, studying my face. "That's lovely for Esme isn't it?"

"I don't understand!" I sighed, "Esme looked so happy even though Helen has been horrible. I know dad said she's trying to trust Jacob's judgement but how do we know she isn't just planning on being mean to Esme or something tomorrow? How can we be sure?"

"Look, Nezme. Your dad has seen her thoughts, do you really think he'd let Esme go out with these people if he thought there was any chance that she would be unhappy?"

"But-"

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Helen is just trying to put the past behind her and make amends with us?" Mum asked and I knew she was right as soon as the words left her mouth. She put her arm around me and smiled. "You may not have noticed, but Esme doesn't have many friends, and almost no friends outside of the family because she spends most of her time in the house so you can see why this is a big deal for her." I pressed my hand against her my mother's cheek and thought of Esme's smile. "Exactly!" she sighed happily. "Isn't it lovely seeing Esme so happy?" I thought for a minute, and then realised that I hadn't seen my grandmother look that happy in a long time.

"Yeah, I guess it is," I answered, giving her a half smile. She glanced at the clock.

"Come on Nez, bed time now," she declared and I groaned but got up anyway and went up the stairs to my room. I threw the fluffy bed throws on the floor and got under the covers.

"Goodnight everyone!" I said loudly and got a chorus of "Sleep well!" and "Goodnight!" from two floors down in reply.

The next morning, I fell out of bed. It was one of those days when I just knew things weren't going to go right. I picked myself off the floor grumpily and walked into my en suite, stubbing my toe off the door frame. When I finished breakfast I dropped my glass on the way to the sink but Rosalie caught it before it hit the floor which made me even more annoyed with my own clumsiness. Alice did my hair and make up as usual but when she asked me to hold her blusher brush I dropped it onto my school skirt and it made a pink powder mark on the waistband.

"Hey Renesmee," Lindsay smiled when I walked into Spanish.

"Hola," I replied. She looked at my face for a minute.

"Someone got out the wrong side of the bed today," she laughed, getting her books out.

"Actually I fell out of bed," I corrected her.

"Well, that explains it then. Listen, my mum's going out with Esme and Helen and everyone tonight and my mum said I could invite you round so I'm not by myself all night. So do you want to sleep over at mine tonight?"

"Yeah, that sounds really great, thanks," I smiled warmly, already planning what I could take round. "I'll just have to tell Bella and Edward at lunch."

"Here you go," Emmett said, lifting my overnight bag out of the jeep with two fingers and then laughing when I struggled to carry it with two hands.

"Sorry if some of us happen to be half human," I joked as he took the bag back from me and reached the front door in a few large strides. He rang the doorbell and I managed to run to the door just as Lindsay answered it.

"Hey!" Lindsay greeted me and I could hear the sound of popcorn popping in the kitchen behind her. Emmett dropped my bag in the hallway and then left, leaving me and Lindsay to struggle carting it up the stairs to her room. We got the popcorn and then sat in the living room to start watching a movie. Halfway through the movie I noticed she started fidgeting and touching her face a lot and she kept giving me side glances.

"Lindsay! You've been fidgeting all through the movie, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Umm, well I don't know how to tell you this," she mumbled awkwardly, looking anywhere but in my eyes which made me doubt her straight away. I remembered my father telling me about my mother when she was human. 'Her face was like an open book, even though I couldn't hear her thoughts I could tell when she was lying because she failed to look me in the eyes.' I looked at Lindsay suspiciously but her eyes were focused on the popcorn bowl between us.

"I saw Jacob with another girl," she suddenly blurted out, finally looking me in the eye but holding my gaze for a bit too long.

"When?" I asked, and she looked up with surprise.

"Umm, on Saturday. They were having lunch in a cafe and-"

"You liar!" I hissed, glaring at her as I could feel my anger building.

"I am not!" she argued back, "It was definitely him. They were hugging and-"

"Jacob spent the day with me on Saturday," I told her, angrily. "He came round early then we went hiking and didn't get back until late so don't try and tell me my boyfriend is cheating on me!"

She looked at me with wide eyes, obviously wishing she could just erase the last five minutes.

"I don't get it, Lindsay," I said, turning to face her. "Why did you lie?"

She started stammering, blushing madly and obviously trying to think of some excuse when it suddenly dawned on me. I looked at her in shock.

"You like him!" I gasped and she looked up at me guiltily, confirming my assumption. "How could you, Lindsay? He's my boyfriend!"

"Why should you get to have the best boyfriend?" she accused, standing up and looking down at me. I quickly got up and stared back at her in shock.

"Excuse me?!" I almost shouted. "Why should I get to have Jacob? Maybe because I love him and he loves me too?"

"You think so much of yourself!" she shouted back. "And you have no reason to with your freak show family!" I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I was fuming. Her last words were replaying over and over in my head and I pursed my lips, furious that she'd even dare to bring my family into it. I took a deep breath, raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. As soon as my hand came into contact with her cheek, her face went blank; her eyes seeming to glaze over and her head jerked back with the force of it. Her fringe fell over her eyes and she turned her head away from me, cradling her cheek in her hand. Worried that I'd really hurt her, I put my hand on her shoulder. Her head shot back, shocked eyes meeting mine. She flinched away from my touch and backed away from me with a horrified expression. "How did you DO that?" she looked at my with a bewildered expression, speaking very quickly "I saw me... but through your eyes- and you were so angry and- and-" she looked terrified and I was puzzled for a minute but then it suddenly dawned on me what I had done.

A/N – Once again, no idea whether I got that last idea across, PM if you have any questions. And if you review, the next chapter will go up MUCH quicker than this one, and you know you want to know what happens next :D