Oh, wow, this was a long chapter to write. Not gonna say much. I've written enough tonight, I think. Enjoy.

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11. Ness— Er, Renesmee Takes charge

Renesmee's POV

"Nessie!"

God, I hate that fucking nickname… Damn you, Jacob Black.

I heard the voice, but my mind refused to listen. I heard the door open and my mother talking in a rush. I managed to catch a few hurried words.

"…gonna be late… already seven-thirty… uniform's in the dryer still…"

Late…uniform… WORK!

I leapt out of bed and scrambled to gather underwear and socks while mother tried to help. But vampire or not, my mom was clumsy as hell, and I bumped into her every time I turned.

"Dammit, Mom, will you just get out? You're in my way!"

She jumped, shocked that I would lash out like that. But I was very tired and very late; I couldn't help if I got irritated.

Stupid work on Saturday…

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to help." She backed out of the room and busied herself checking on my uniform. I quickly brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a messy bun.

"Mom, I need my uniform," I called.

"It's still damp!"

"I don't care, just give it to me!"

Damp was not even close. I put it on and you would've thought I'd run through pouring rain. And it stank a little, too. But it was cute as ever (almost like the ones from that Mew Mew power show, but way less poofy, and green). I frantically sprayed my Cotton Candy Fantasy perfume (the best smell ever), grabbed my purse and car keys (I was the proud owner of the sweetest silver 'Stang) and headed for the door.

"Nessie, you're makeup!"

"Mom, it's Renesmee or Ren, and I'll do it at a stop light. Love you, bye!"

True to my word, I did my makeup while stalled at the three stop lights on my way to the Café, and quite nicely, I might add. Luckily, I arrived at work right on time (thanks to the lead foot I inherited from my father).

Maybe today's the day Sam will talk to me again, I thought. Since that day after the bonfire, he hadn't really been very talkative. Even when I tried to engage him in a conversation, his answers were always short and curt. We'd gone back to the waitress/customer stage. It was quite depressing.

"Why is your uniform wet?" asked Hunter, the chef, when I walked in the back door.

"I have over-active sweat glands," I told him. He just laughed and I grabbed my pad and pen from my cubby and hurried to the front just as Tracy was inquiring of my whereabouts.

"There, you are," she said. "Table-"

"Seven. I'm on it."

Ah, I thought, making my way to the table. The one thing that always makes my day.

Only today, Sam wasn't alone. Seth was there, sitting across from him, and Daniela (who I actually knew from school) was right next to him.

"Morning, guys."

"Hey, Nessie," said Seth. "I didn't know you worked here. I didn't even know you had a job."

"It's Renesmee, and, well, no one ever really inquired about it. It's nice to keep it on the DL. Less people asking to borrow money."

"Of course," he laughed. I noticed his arm slung over Daniela's shoulder and her curled into his side.

"You two look cozy," I teased. "So have you guys made it official, or what?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." He and Daniela were both blushing.

Aw, gross. I totally know what he means by that…

I laughed nervously. "Well, it's nice to see that Sam has some breakfast buddies this time," I said, daring a glance at him. "He usually comes in alone."

"Hey, I do just fine being alone," he said, seeming to acknowledge for the first time that I was there.

"You always look either really lonely, or really pissed off."

"I do not!"

"So what can I get you guys?" I asked, giggling as I changed the subject.

"I'll have two stacks of pancakes," Seth started. "An omelet, a side of bacon, a side of sausage, two crescents with extra butter, and a low fat latte, triple espresso. What do you want, babe?" he asked, turning to Daniela.

"Ooh, I'll have what he's having," she beamed. She was so damn cute.

"I love a woman with an appetite," Seth said, giving her an Eskimo kiss and nuzzling her neck as she giggled.

"Ew," Sam and I said in unison.

"And for you?" I asked him.

"Uh… What did I have before? The crepe thingy."

"Strawberry-cinnamon crepe, extra crème, and white chocolate mocha, extra crème?"

"Yeah, can I have that, please?"

"Absolutely. I'll take your menus." Sam gathered them while Seth and Daniela continued their snuggle-fest, and I gave him an apologetic look before I went to place their order.

I noticed that Café Doux was pretty empty that day. It was kinda nice, considering how tired I was. Other than Sam, Seth and Daniela, there were only three other tables, and lucky for me, they were all on Cameron's side of the Café. With the day being so low, it didn't take long fro table seven's food go be ready. I balanced the food on several trays and swiftly made my way back over to them.

"Here you go," I said, setting the food down, plate by plate. "I think that's everything. Let me know if I forgot anything and I'll get it right away."

"Hey, why don't you sit with us?" said Seth. "It looks pretty empty. Hang out for a while."

"Oh, I don't wanna bother you-"

"Don't be silly," said Daniela. "Sit down, relax. You look tired."

"Yeah," said Sam as I gave in and sat down next to him. "You look like shit." I glared at him; he just smirked. He was getting me back for saying he looked like shit a few days ago. I made sure to sit as far away from him as I could, knowing he'd probably get uncomfortable if I got too close.

"I am tired," I told them. "I woke up late and barely made it here on time."

"Is there a reason your uniform is wet?" asked Daniela.

"Didn't get dried properly. And it's super uncomfortable."

"But it's super cute."

"Oh my God, that's totally what I said this morning!"

"Ohmigod, let's like, totally talk about how cute our clothes are," said Seth in a mock-preppy girl voice. "'Cause that's totally what I wanna talk about over b-fast."

Sam nearly choked on his mocha, trying not to laugh. "Like, ohmigod, Seth, I like, love your shirt," he said.

"Do you? It was totally on sale at Hollister. Thirty percent off."

"Thirty percent?"

"Thirty percent."

"Ohmigod, I think I just jizzed in my pants. Thirty freaking percent?"

"Ohmigod, you should like, totally go get one."

"We could totally freaking match, Seth!"

"Ohmigod!"

"Ohmigod!"

Daniela and I were cracking up at this point, covering our mouths to keep from laughing too loud.

"Okay, guys," said Daniela. "We get it. We won't talk about clothes if you shut up."

"Deal," said Sam.

They continued to eat and joke around with each other, while I just watched and listened. Seth and Daniela both actually ate all their food, though it took Daniela considerably longer than Seth to do so, while Sam only ate a little over half of his. He was obviously still hurting from whatever happened with him and Emily. Aside from the small appetite, I could see on his face that he was still pretty depressed. I wished so badly that I could help him, but even if he would let me, I had no idea how to do that.

"So," Seth began after a while. "Leah and Jake's wedding is in a couple weeks…" He was looking at me. I just nodded.

"Are you bringing anyone?" he asked.

"Huh?" Bringing anyone for what?

"You can bring a date y'know. Are you gonna bring anyone? A… boyfriend perhaps?"

Seth and Jacob had been trying to fix me up with someone ever since I stopped aging. I kept telling them I wasn't interested, but they didn't get it.

"Uh, no. You know I don't have a boyfriend, Seth."

"Still no? Dammit, Nessie-"

"Renesmee."

"Fine. Dammit, Renesmee, when are you gonna go out with somebody?"

"I'm not interested in anyone… at my school."

"Well, there has to be someone."

"Oh!" Daniela exclaimed. "Oh, I know! You and Sammy should go together!"

"No," Sam and I both said. As much as I would've loved to, I couldn't go with Sam. Why go with someone you know isn't going to enjoy themselves with you?

"Aw, come on, that would be perfect!"

"Yeah," Seth interjected. "You gotta go with somebody. It's way more fun. Please?"

"Please?" repeated Daniela.

Sam and I glanced at each other, our eyes meeting for a couple seconds before I looked away, probably super red in the face.

"Fine," Sam sighed. "If she agrees too."

I hesitated. What would my dad say? He'd be pissed, no doubt. Not only was Sam a completely different species, he was also twenty-one years older than me, which, considering the circumstances, isn't really that big of a deal, but my dad wouldn't give a damn about the circumstances.

Hey, I thought to myself. You're grown up now. Sure, you're technically not quite seven yet, but physically, mentally, and emotionally, you're an adult! You can make your own decisions! The guy of your dreams just said he'd take you as his date to a wedding. Go for it!

"Okay," I said. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

"You have to wear a white suit."

He seemed a bit taken aback by my request. "W-why?"

"Because I want to wear turquoise and I think it'll look better if you wear white. We'll compliment each other," I added with a smile.

He sighed again, but nodded. I then decided that I should probably get back to work, so I took their plates brought their check, and bid them goodbye, after agreeing to go dress shopping with Daniela.

It really hit me after they left. I was going on a "date" with Sam Uley. I really for real actually was.

I couldn't wait to tell my mother.

"Waddaya mean, 'No?'" I yelled at my mother while she folded laundry later that night.

"I mean, no, Nessie-"

"Renesmee."

"Renesmee. Of course you can't go with Sam. That would be ridiculous. You know what your father would think. Besides, what about Emily?"

"I'm telling you, Mom, they've broken up. He even agreed to go with me."

"That's impossible, they imprinted. And he's too old for you."

"Mom, any guy would be too old for me. And they did too break up. He told me himself that the imprint's broken."

"Oh, did he?"

"Yes!"

Mom put down the shirt she was dropping and faced me. "Renesmee, I said no. And your father would say no, too."

"I'd say no to what?" asked my dad as he walked through the door. He read our thoughts, I could tell. The way he concentrated and focused, listening. "Oh, absolutely not."

"See, I told you," said mom. "You're going with us. That's it."

I groaned in frustration, ready to give up.

Give up? Did you not hear me earlier? My hidden thoughts spoke to me from a place in my mind even Edward Cullen couldn't reach. You speak for yourself now.

Of course. I couldn't just take orders from my parents forever.

"I'm going," I said. "With Sam. And you can't stop me."

Both my parents just stood stunned. I had never really spoken up for myself, especially not to either one of them.

"I wanna go with him. And I'm going to. I'm going dress shopping with Daniela on Tuesday after school. I'm going to be a teenager and dream about how much fun I'm going to have at the wedding with Sam. And when he comes to pick me up, you will be nice and not threaten him or anything, and you will be happy for me, because I will be on a date with the man of my dreams! Got it?" By the time I ended my little rant, I was yelling and even shaking a little. So much frustration at being treated like a little kid pent up for so long is definitely not healthy.

My mother looked absolutely appalled. "Renesmee Cullen, that is no way to speak to your parents! We know what's best for y—"

"Okay," said my dad.

"What?"

"Honestly, Bella, we can't keep making her decisions for her just because we think ours are better. Not everything we think is good for her will be such. She's growing up and needs to learn to do things on her own. This could be good for her, or it could be bad for her. But whichever it may be, it's not our choice to make. It's Ren's."

I loved my dad more than ever at that moment.

My mom just shook her head and went back to folding clothes, very aware that she had lost.

"Thank you, Dad," I said quietly, coming down from my frustration high.

The rest of the night was quiet. My mother wasn't really speaking to me or my dad, probably mad because she lost the argument. But she did come in to tuck me in, the only babyish thing I still let her do, simply because I still enjoyed it.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry I blew up today. I just really don't wanna be treated like a kid anymore."

"I understand," she told me. "I should learn to be more open-minded. Of course you wanna be treated like an adult. You're so grown up now. I'm sorry for being stupid."

"You're forgiven."

She smiled and kissed my forehead. "I love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

She got up and turned off the light. "Goodnight, Nessie."

"Dammit! It's Renesmee!"

The scene where Sam and Seth make fun of the girls was so fun to write. XD

I think Ren is a much cuter nickname than Nessie, don't you? And YES! The Blackwater wedding is probably gonna be in the next chapter. –waves giant Blackwater flag- Unfortunaely, Emily will also be in the next chapter. But don't let her ugly mug ruin that for you! (No offense to Tinsel Korey, she's a very beautiful woman)

Let me know what you thought of tonight's chapter! Much love!

~Schnarf~