AN: Sorry, my writing's been a bit constipated lately. Lucky for you guys I have two chapters of this already written so maybe this chapter and then another and then nice quick updates (chapters 7, 8 and 9)… then some slow ones again (10-12ish??).

Life Right Now

Chapter 5:blue jeans are only for the blues

We spent two weeks at the hotel before Esme had deemed the house livable my vampire standards. Which meant we had no air or heat, which was fine and dandy for those who were dead. I, however, was very living. But I painted on my smile with E.L.F Ruby Slipper gloss and slipped on my jeans. It was a twisted sort of peace that I found now that we had checked out of the hotel; I was no longer grounded, but I was doomed to spend six hours of my precious time at school. It was disgustingly unfair and totally the type of trick my dad would pull on me.

After the movie ended on the my first day of being grounded I left Jake's room, being ignored was easier when there was no one in the room. But, it was better to say that we had never not communicated for so long. It was unnatural not being able to talk with Jake anymore. I missed his voice and company terribly.

I sounded wimpy. I didn't really need Jake anyway and besides, how many girls have guys as best friends? That was what was weird. But, who could blame me? I had been isolated with only my family to talk with. Maybe this high school thing would be good for me, it'd give me a chance to get some friends and if I was only going to be around them for a several months what did I have to care? I could tell them anything I wanted without being guilt ridden for years about—except the obvious of course. Everyone had explained to death what would happen if I ever divulged our secret. It had been irritating, as if my physical image really matched my mental state. I could grasp the idea of a secret. Just like how I never snitched on Emmett for being the one to catch the windowsill on fire at that one hotel three years ago.

I looked at my face in the mirror. Pretty, made up face, with my hair half pulled back. Your basic print-tee completed my ensemble of blue jeans and vintage Converse. The cool thing about having fashionista aunts was that they kept everything and they had plenty of stuff so that my vintage stuff was never in shambles as I had seen some people's. I pulled my bookshelf and bed away from the door (I loved my Auntie Alice but I wanted to get ready for the first day of school in peace, not chaos.) I could hear footsteps running down the hall, as if I was that stupid.

Walking into the hallway I could see little Alice standing near the stairway as if she was innocently loitering there. I sighed, "Come on, I'm not letting you dress me today."

"Well, what if I made some suggestions?" she was bouncing on the balls of her feet as if she was having pure caffeine pumped through her veins via permanent IV.

"Nope. I like my outfit."

"You have candy wrappers around your arm."

Oh, was that that sticky feeling? "It's a bracelet, Auntie."

"Oh," she appeared to be choking on the fashion crime I was making.

"It matches my shirt." Well, they both had red in them.

"You crazy kids," she joked. I squinted at her, she do desperately wanted to take over my outfit.

"Can I get by?" my voice was dead of any emotions. Dad told me not to get angry about the move, he never told me to be indifferent. Not that I actually was, but this whole emotionless thing was lot easier in the long run. Besides, it's not like anyone was going to sympathize with me.

Everyone, except Mama and Alice, was sitting in the living room looking at the news flash by on the screen installed in the wall. I wasn't stupid enough to not realize that all attention was on me. Perhaps if I didn't say anything it would be fine. I just wanted to go to school and come back home with half my brain in tact. I didn't want to make a big deal of this.

A flash went off behind me. Don't cuss, don't cuss, don't cuss.

"Alice!"

"Bad fashion choices or not, this day should be captured."

Mom looked me over, "What's wrong with her outfit?" Rosalie and Alice scoffed and Dad kissed Mom's forehead.

I rolled my eyes and stared at my mom, leave it to her to induce some long speech from the trend twins that would make me late for school. "Look," I turned to my aunts, "I'm gonna dress however I want to dress because I have to go sit in a tiny wooden contraption for the next six hours. You're lucky I bothered to get dressed at all this morning!"

Jacob walked in from the kitchen holding five poptarts in his hand and eating one, I had assumed he would be out as he tended to be since our disagreement at the hotel. "Pajamas are against the school rules."

"Who said I slept in pajamas?"

Jacob stared at me, eyes and mouth as wide as golf balls. Papa snorted and I heard Mama drop a dish in the kitchen. Mom giggled but covered her mouth when Dad growled. Emmett opened his mouth to speak, "Don't," my dad snarled out. Jasper sat innocently on the couch experiencing the wide array of emotions, oh to be him at this moment. Rosalie took a cue from Mom and did her best to not laugh, but Alice frowned at bit at her lip.

We had to be a psychologist's dream observation family. You know, if they ever start doing vampire social interactions.

"We should get you to school," Mama walked in through the door, taking her apron off and picking up her car keys.

"Mom and Dad aren't taking me?" I looked at the two of them, Mom was rubbing Dad's back as he was still hunched over with his fingers on the bridge of his nose. Way to take a joke, dude.

"Last study I read, three-year-olds were not reproducing back in the 90s," Papa said.

"It's not like I was going to ask everyone to come and meet my parents!"

"I'd be ashamed of them too," Emmett piped in. A book off the in-table flew and would have hit him square in the face had he not been supped up on super powers. Mom smacked Dad's arm, reprimanding him but not really meaning it.

"We weren't aware you wanted to share this with them. We didn't think you were going to be too particular, seeing as how you didn't want to go to school at all," Mama said kindly, but it wasn't that nice sort of kindly it was that kindly that said all to clearly 'ooooh, we've caught you enjoying the moment.'

"Oh, I still don't want to go to school but I heard them last night, I wasn't eves dropping," I clarified, "it was just quiet. They were excited, something about first times."

Rosalie let out the laugh that she had been holding from earlier, "Oh, honey, if you think that was about school you have a lot to learn. Hopefully you're in a health class!"

Again, a psychologist's dream.

Mom and Dad groaned, Mama and Papa did the same but seemed more amused by her comment. Everyone else laughed with Rosalie except for Jake whose head slammed through the hollow wall that separated the kitchen and living room.

"You know," I was irritated now, twice my family had exploded in an array of expressions leaving me standing in the middle of it all and becoming very late for my first day of hell school, "I would enjoy not being tardy for school. I don't want to be slapped with a ruler or anything."

"They don't have corporal punishment anymore," Dad said. Sometimes, I felt like I needed footnotes to explain when I was being sarcastic.

"But it was great when they did," Emmett piped in, "anyone remember how many rulers I broke?"

"Too many," Jasper stated, speaking for the first time. I supposed being an innocent bystander was a pretty crazy thing for him what with his power and such.

"We should get you too school," Jake pushed off the wall and looked at the damage he had inflicted. "I'll fix it when I get back, Esme. Sorry." Jake walked forward and grabbed my arm, pulling me and my backpack towards the door.

"I thought Mama was going to take me," I pulled my arm out of his grasp. "I wouldn't want to get too close to you in the car," I hissed at him. He reeled back; I could almost hear him regretting what had happened. Good. I wanted him to be upset with himself for being a stupid nimrod.

"Esme, we should get going. Even though I don't want to go," I reiterated, "I don't want to be late."

"Of course, sweetie," she dropped her keys from one hand to the other. On her way out the door I could see her pat Jake on the shoulder in a motherly fashion. I threw a tantrum on the inside. Was no one on my side when it came to the war with Jacob?

Oh, what with that nice long talk you had with your family when you all sat down and discussed your feelings? Mature Nessie had tendency to come out in times when I only wanted to right.

Immature Nessie, the Nessie I was right now according the voice in my head, stuck out her tongue at Mature Nessie.

AN: no monsters this time but I felt myself get back into the swing of things near the end. Writing Nessie is hard because there are seven people who have played a major role in her life and it's hard to show them all in this. I feel like I'm giving too much description at times, if I am just raise your hand and tell me to lighten up. c: I'm gonna make a great teacher. c: