Hello peoples! I'm so sorry for the long-time-no-update. Whoever can give me the name and artist of all of these songs, I will dedicate the rest of this story to you.

"Okay, here're the rules: They can be connected by artists and actual lyrics, the first category is country. Jasper you go first." Rosalie said.

"In my dirty 'ole hat
with my crooked little grin
Granny beaded neck
and these calloused hands
And a muddy pair of jeans
with that Copenhagen ring
No need to change a thing, hey y'all
I'm going out with my boots on" Jasper sang.

We were sitting around the fire the next morning, singing the choruses of songs and seeing who could connect them the fastest with the chorus of another song and trying to stump one another.

"And shes ridin in the middle of his pickup truck
Blarin Charlie Daniels yellin, "Turn it up!"
They raised her up a lady
but there's one thing they couldn't avoid
Ladies love country boys" Alice giggled.

"Fire on the moun, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."" Rose sang.

"Cause I'm a redneck woman
And I ain't no high class broad
I'm just a product of my raisin'
And I say "hey y'all" and "Yee Haw"
And I keep my Christmas lights on, on my front porch all year long
And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song
So here's to all my sisters out there keepin' it country
Let me get a big "Hell Yeah" from the redneck girls like me
Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah" Emmett sang in really high falsetto.

I sang the chorus to one of my favorite Gretchen Wilson song.

"I'm all jacked up, all jacked up
Don't believe I've ever had this much.
One thing I've learned when you get tore up
Time sure flies when you're all jacked up"

"Hold up, hold up. How is that one connected?" Jake asked, making me glare at him.

"Gretchen Wilson, dumbass."

"Okay, god, new category. Rock. Classic."

"Here, I'll go.

So call me (Dr. Love)
They call me Dr. Love (calling Dr. Love)
I am your doctor of love (calling Dr. Love), ha
They call me (Dr. Love), they call me Dr. Love (calling Dr. Love)
I've got the cure you're thinkin' of (calling Dr. Love)" Edward chuckled as Alice and I sang the backup part.

"Doctor, doctor,

Give me the news…

I got a bad case of lovin' you." I giggled, kissing him chastely.

"Can we go back to country?" Jasper asked.

"Sure. I really like country." I said and everybody nodded along with it.

"Ness?"

"She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me"

"Hold on baby, you're losing it
The water's high, you're jumping into it
And letting go and no one knows
That you cry but you don't tell anyone
That you might not be the golden one
And you're tied together with a smile
But you're coming undone" Jake belted out. Everyone turned to stare at him.

"I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie" Renesmee countered. The rest of us sat back because we knew something was up between the two of them. I took Edward's hand and slowly stood up, walking away from the campfire.

"That was awkward." I said as we went and sat on one of the many hillsides.

"You know it." He said, running his hand through his hair.

"I think I'm going to go see what happened." Edward said after a few moments of silence.

"Alright, I'll be there in a bit. I think I'm going to stay here for a while." I said and he nodded, stepping into the forest.

There was a rustling in the forest behind me. I grabbed my knife from the sheath on my belt where it almost always resided.

"Who's there?" More rustling.

"God damn it! Who the fuck is out there!?" I thundered, putting on my intimidating voice and facade. Shots rang through the air and there was a yelp as the biggest, black and brown, German shepherd puppy I've ever seen, tumbled out of the woods.

Seconds later, a drunken, flannel clad, gun holding, jackass, walked, no, stumbled, out of the woods.

"What the hell are you doing?! There are campsites out here!" I screeched.

"Mmm, mmm, you are a pretty one." He started to advance on me.

"Back the fuck up." I growled, taking my knife out of its sheath on my belt.

This knife was one of a kind. It's been passed down generation to generation of women in my family since my great-great-great grandparents came to America from Italy. Since Charlie was an only child, my grandmother gave it to him to give to me when I was born.

"You might want to put that down, sweetheart, you might hurt yourself." He grasped my chin, but before I could draw my knife back, a huge, black force flew at him, knocking him away from me.

"ONE!!!" He yelled, reaching for his gun, people who have dogs only for hunting gives them numbers instead of names. I grabbed my knife and held it to his throat, daring him to continue what he was doing.

"You need to get the fuck out of here before I go get reinforcements. They won't let you leave here unharmed." I spat. "Leave the dog." I growled, taking his handgun away from him.

"Too late." I heard a lethal whisper from over my shoulder.

"Oh, hey, Jazz." I said casually. He scoffed at me and lifted the guy to his feet.

"C'mere, girl." I cooed at the big dog that saved me. She bowed her head and cowered, slowly making her way over to me. I lightly touched her head, she lowered it even more. It was obvious she was beaten.

"You're okay with me, sweetie." I rubbed her back and she stopped shaking.

"How do you feel about Else? You look like an Else to me." She looked up at me with big black eyes widened.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You don't like it. Mystic, you like it?" She laid her head in my lap and I took it as a yes.

"C'mon, Misty!" I got up and put my knife back in its sheath and started to walk back to camp.

Just as we were about to camp, someone jumped out of the bushes and grabbed me. Of course I didn't see who it was, so I was kicking and screaming, reaching for my knife for the second time this morning.

I heard a yelp and the arms immediately let go. I turned to see Mystic with her feet on Jacob's chest, snapping at his face.

"Misty, c'mere girl." I let out a quick whistle and she happily padded over to me.

"Damn, Bells, why'd you fight like that? I just wanted to talk to you."

"You didn't have to grab me! You're lucky Mystic got to you before I could reach my knife." I argued. "And I thought I told you to fuck off."

"Listen, I have a proposition for you. I'll tell everybody about my situation if you let me off the hook." He said and I choked out a gasp. That was ten thousand times worse than mine.

"No, Jake. I can't let you do that. I'm putting my foot down." And to emphasize my point, I stomped my foot.

"And I'm lifting that foot right back up." He chuckled, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" It meant to sound menacing but was overcome in my laughter as we came up to the campsite. He put me on one of the logs we rolled up next to the fire to sit on.

"Hey Jasper, did you take care of Creepy?" I asked, scratching Mystic between her ears.

"Yep. Found a park ranger." He grinned.

"Rosie!" I put on my puppy dog face. "Can we keep her?" I hugged Mystic to me. Rosalie always acted as the adult in our suite. And I had enough sense not to ask Alice, she was way too much of a cat person.

"No."

Ness joined the argument, putting her goo-goo eyes into place. "Please? She'll stay in our room and we'll take care of her."

"No." She repeated.

"Please. You'll probably never even come in contact with her." Emmett jumped in. We were really big dog people. Dad has a golden retriever named Sexy Sadie after the Beattles song.

"You're not allowed to have dogs on campus." She argued and I could see her resolve crumble.

"Yes you are. Have you seen any of the girls carrying around the dogs that resemble rats?"

"Ugh. Fine! But I swear to god, if that mutt shits in my room, she's out of there." Rose huffed.

"Umm, guys, I have something to tell you. First to Bella, I'm so sorry, Bells. You're one of my best friends, please forgive me?" Jacob was so pitiful when he wanted to be.

"The only way I'll forgive you is if you'll shut up right this instant and don't go any farther." I chided.

"I don't care, Bells."

"Ugh. Fine." I crossed my arms across my chest and glared.

"Um. Yeah. So I'm going to say it fast and get it over with. I'mgay." He said really quickly and squeezed his eyes shut waiting on people's reactions.