six: say anything

Momma and Daddy return home an hour or two after my conversation with Audrina, Brit, Carly, and Em. Aunt Rosalie had driven her shiny BMW to school that day instead of Daddy taking the Volvo like usual, and she and Uncle Emmett were laughing about some guy's face when Aunt Rosalie had waved at him through the window.

"Can't I go to La Push now?" I ask hopefully.

"I don't know…" Daddy trails off.

"Please? Jake's probably beating himself up about it anyway, and I want to make him feel better," I argue. "It's logical! Do you want Jacob to hate himself more? Wait, don't answer that."

"Edward?" Momma looks to Daddy, biting her lip.

"I suppose," sighs Daddy finally. "But take a cell phone, and call me if you need to be picked up. Stay out of trouble."

"How much trouble can I get in surrounded by seven-foot boys?" I ask in disbelief. I am fifteen, not a little kid.

"You're four, Renesmee," Daddy corrects.

"Technically. But I don't act four!" I point out.

"We're not having this argument now," appeases Daddy. "Please go before I change my mind." I grab a cell phone before tearing at top speed through the woods to La Push.

I reach La Push in under ten minutes and knock on the familiar door of the red barnlike house. Jacob's father, Billy, opens it. His long hair, once a glossy black, is streaked through with white. I don't know Billy very well, just enough to make polite hellos.

"I'm sure you want Jake, eh? I'll send him out." Billy wheels himself around and yells Jacob's name.

Jake's head appears at the door. He lights up immediately. "Nessie! Oh, Nessie, I'm so sorry!"

"Come on Jake, walk with me." I grab Jacob's elbow, and, with a docile smile for Billy's benefit, lead him out.

"Nessie, I—" Jacob begins.

"Shut up, Jacob," I command. "Don't say anything. What happened wasn't your fault at all. It was mine. I let things get out of hand, and for that, I'm sorry." I stop, looking into his pensive black eyes. "Do you still want to know what happened with Juliette?"

Jacob nods fiercely. "I want to kill the bitch that made you cry like that," he snarls.

"Shh-shh-shh," I shush him, putting my finger to his lips. "I won't show you unless you promise to behave. No death threats, no name-calling, no nothing."

Jake sighs. "I promise. Now show me."

I place my hand on his cheek, and everything rushes back to him, including the "sleazeball" and "closet whore" comments. I feel his arms tense under my grip. But he makes it.

"The nerve of that girl! To call you a whore!" Jacob thunders angrily.

"Jacob, please," I beg softly. "I don't want you to be mean about this."

"Well, what are you going to do about this…this girl?" demands Jacob. "Are you just gonna let her carry on like this? She's a bully, Renesmee, a bully, and she's targeting you!"

To shut him up, I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips, hard, to his. He bends down to my level and encircles my waist with his arms, wrapping himself into the kiss.

"Renesmee?" Jacob whispers between kisses.

"Yes?" I breathe.

"I love you," he sighs. "So much."

"Me too," I reply breathlessly.

We stand there for an immeasurable amount of time, kissing. I barely realize when I go tumbling to the sandy ground, dragging Jacob with me.

Then, of all the luck, my phone vibrates. "Dang," I groan, pulling it out.

"Renesmee? It's Daddy. Please come home, immediately."

"Okay," I sigh in defeat. When Daddy hangs up, I turn to Jacob. "I have to go, Jacob."

"Damn vampire mind reader," grumbles Jacob under his breath. "He's being overprotective."

"Jake, be nice," I warn. "Sure, it sucks I have to go, but he's just trying to watch out for me. He loves me."

"Yeah, I guess," Jacob agrees sullenly. "C'mon, I'll take you home."

We stand up, and he takes my tiny hand in his big, hot one. Jacob and I amble down to his house, in no hurry, back to his vintage 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit. I release his hand to climb into the passenger seat, then grab it again when we begin the wordless drive to my house.

Before I get out, Jacob sneaks a soft, very sweet peck on my lips, and then he peels out of the driveway, out of sight. I sigh, already feeling the ache of Jacob's absence, and enter my house.

short, but sweet (and steamy! haha). Em-not-Emmett, i'll let u read 7 at school tomorrow. it's not done yet tho. REVIEW PPL! lovelovelove, m