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--Alice danced over to Jake who was now disappointed because our card game would have to end. She told him that I won anyway, so he could get over his misery a little faster. He got up and walked over to watch television with Emmett and Rose while I began hauling myself up the stairs to see my parents and grandparents.--

Nessie's POV

As I walked into Carlisle's study, I was greeted by four sets of eyes. My parents were seated comfortably on a couch that looked like it walked out of the fifties. Carlisle and Esme stood behind them with their hands on the couch. For being vampires, they certainly had their humanity nailed down to a science.

"Hi, guys. Whatsup?" I asked them nonchalantly.

"We just wanted to see how you were doing," Carlisle answered. "We know what Jacob planned on telling you today, and we weren't really sure how you were going to react. Judging by how you two were acting on your way in the house, I'd say things went well."

"Oh. Yeah, things went well. He bombarded me with a lot of stuff…about him imprinting on me when I was born...the day Irina saw me in the forest…his undying love for me. But I'm okay with that. It's nice to know that I'll always have someone there for me," I said.

My father now spoke. He looked kind of weird though, like what he was going to say would be a bit difficult for him. "Do you have any…er…questions, Nessie? About…anything?"

Wow. Was this my father's feeble attempt at the sex talk with me?

He answered my thoughts. "Yes, it is. So, do you have any questions?"

"Um, Dad. I'm only four. And I don't like Jake like that. We're just friends, just like we've always been," I said looking down at my feet as I spoke. I glimpsed at my mother, Esme, and Carlisle, trying to figure out why they were the ones that were here instead of my Aunts and Uncles.

After thinking about it, I'd determined that my father set up the "what if" team. Carlisle, because he knew everything and anything medical about any question I may have. Esme, because her opinion is always unbiased. My mother was there for two reasons; obviously because she was my mother, but also because she'd been there with Jacob- in all meanings literal and metaphorical. My father was there as a father, to put it simply. Probably also because he would be able to tell if I really did have questions that I was too embarrassed to ask.

"Really guys, I'm fine. Jake and I are fine. I don't have any questions at all. But I promise that if I do, I will come to one of you first."

My father seemed to believe me. "Alright, Nessie. You know where to find us if you change your mind."

"Thanks again," I nervously squeaked out. "I'm glad that I can come to you guys with any, er, boy problems I have in the future. Love you all."

As I was walking back down the stairs, my head was screaming, Awkward!!! I really was grateful for their willingness to help me in any way vampirically possible, though. It was also at times like this when I was extremely thankful that Jake didn't have quite as good of hearing as us. That, and I was pleased that Emmett had kept him busy with the television while I had the sex talk with my parents.

"Who's winning the game?" I asked to anyone willing to peel their eyes from the television for the millisecond it would take to answer me.

"Gators," Emmett answered in a quick, hurried tone.

"Awesome. I guess I'll just play some solitaire by myself then…" I tried to sound as pathetic as possible in a vain attempt to get Jake to come play with me.

He was literally glued to the television. I think a meteor could have landed in the front yard and he wouldn't have noticed. Oh well, who needed stinky boys anyway (no pun intended). I walked into the dining room and sat down. I guess I would have to settle for a solo game of solitaire.

The next week and a half passed by like the rest of my life had; inconsequentially. I spent a couple of days being tutored by Alice, Jasper, and Emmett. Rosalie hadn't been around much to help, but I guess that wasn't too uncommon. She always preferred working on the cars or relaxing with Emmett. Alice actually tutored me a lot, but it was mostly on clothing, accessorizing, and makeup. Those were all low points for me. I didn't really think I'd mind what other kids thought of me. All I needed was the knowledge that my family accepted me for who I was, and I could brave anything the world decided to throw at me.

Jake had received a couple of refresher courses from my tutors as well. He probably needed them a lot more than I did, seeing as he didn't have a photographic memory or anything.

My parents took an afternoon trip to see J. Jenks again. They returned shortly after 9 at night with some papers in their hands.

As they walked into the house, I threw them a questioning glance.

"Nessie, we have something for you," they said to me as they each took a seat on either side of me. My mom laid the papers to her side crinkling them a bit before reaching into her purse. She pulled out a little card and handed it to me.

"It's a driver's license for you, sweetie," she smiled at me. "We wouldn't want you to feel out of place at school tomorrow. I'm sure all of the seniors at Forks High drive, so we thought this might help you out."

"That's awfully nice of you both, but I don't see the point in having a driver's license without a car," I whined.

"Well, Ness, that's the other part of it," my dad beamed.

"Momma and daddy say what?" Were they going to give me a car? Hello dream come true!

My mom took over the conversation now. "When I first moved here, Renesmee, my father bought me Billy Black's old Chevy truck. However, soon after I wed your father, it conveniently died and went to 'truck heaven'…or so he called it." She paused for a brief moment. "Rose, could you come here please?" she softly asked.

Rosalie came dashing into the room with something jingling between her fingers. "Yes, Bella?" She sounded like she was playing the lead role in a film.

I stared at her fingers hoping to catch just a glimpse of something silvery resembling keys in her hand. "OH!" I exclaimed. "Keys! You guys bought me a car!?"

"Not exactly, Nessie," Rose said. "More like fixed one up for you…fixed it a lot for you, actually."

I had a puzzled look on my face.

"If you'll have it, Rose has restored my old truck to full life. That's an understatement, actually. She has it running better than ever, fixed all of the rust spots, and gave it a brand new glossy red paint job. I know it isn't new, but I think it would be a great first car for you, Nessie."

"We promise you that if you still have a clean driving record at graduation, we'll get you a different car," my father said, trying to bargain with the disappointment he read on my face.

I'd seen my mom's old truck rusting away outside, and I never dreamed it could be restored to life. It made sense now…why Rose was out of sight for the majority of the past week and a half. It wasn't so bad I guess. Maybe it even looked halfway decent after the tune up.

"So, one year with the heap of junk will buy me a new car?" I asked to clarify my father's point.

"Yes. You'll have a new car after graduation, contingent upon your driving record. That means that you'll actually have to drive it, Nessie. And don't think that being the Chief of Police's granddaughter will get you out of anything, because it won't. We've already spoken with your grandpa Charlie about this, and he's promised us that he'll be completely fair." My father definitely clarified all of the points, even the ones that I hadn't thought about yet.

"Okay," I sighed. "I guess I can deal for a year. Let me have the keys to my truck, please, Rose."

She reluctantly handed over the keys before insisting that I go outside and look at it immediately.

As Rosalie led the way out to the garage, I was surprised to see Emmett, Jake and Jasper all hovering under the heap of junk's hood staring at lumps of metal.

I heard Jake whistle before turning his attention to Rose. "Dang, Rose. You have given this truck a new chance at life. She looks great! I bet she can get up to a hundred miles per hour now that you've had your way with her."

I reasoned with myself. If Jake thought it was good, then it couldn't possibly be as bad as I'd made it out to be, right? And I only had to drive it for a year before I could get a different car. Plus, Jake would be with me…and he made anything look better. People would be too busy staring at him to bother noticing my truck.

"I guess it's not so bad, Dad," I groaned. I didn't want to like it, but I could see how it was not such a horrible thing. "Thanks, Mom. I know this was your baby, and I'll take good care of it."

Apparently, my mother wasn't too terribly happy either. She loved that truck dearly, and didn't even think to ask Rose for help restoring it.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll let you drive it," I laughed.

"Thanks, dear. I'd like that very much," she said to me appreciatively while she glared at my dad from the corner of her eye. I could only guess that she was still a little sour from old red 'dying', as my father put it. "It is getting a little late, though, and someone has to get up for school in the morning!" She sounded more excited than I was.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I suddenly felt very tired and anxious for the next day to come. The first day of my real high school career. New people, new teachers, new subjects to learn! It was exhausting just to think about how great tomorrow would be for me, no matter what kind of car I was driving. I would have Jake with me, and that would make everything much better.

My parents, Jake and I walked to the cottage in the woods. I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth and slid under the covers of my bed. My parents and Jake came into my room, each giving me a kiss goodnight and wishing me a good night's sleep. Since my parents didn't really sleep, they let Jake sleep in their room while they cozied up on the couch together.

I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander to distant times. I dreamed of my first day tomorrow, weighing out the possibilities of what could happen. And then, I started dreaming of Jake and what our relationship could become someday.

Needless to say, I slept well, and awoke fresh and ready to face the day.

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