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"Moving on is a simple thing,

What it leaves behind is hard."

-David Mustaine

I giggled softly as his hands reached around to try and tickle me. His hands found their way under my shirt, my skin shivered at his touch. The woods enveloped us. The woods were like a mother, opening her arms when we needed her and letting us go when it was time to move on. I turned around in place, it was ungraceful. My nose had hit against his chest and caused me to stumble backwards. His hands were immediately on my shoulders steadying me. A childlike smile played on his lips. I rolled my eyes at him and playfully hit him on the shoulder.

"This is all your fault! I joked.

His hands slid down to my waist, the playfulness in his eyes had disappeared. Jacob's eyes briefly fell to my lips, hesitated and met my eyes again. By that point, my lips were on his.

Eventually, the sun began to set. Jake and I were both satisfied with our kills. I watched as he loped back from phasing in the forest. He was pulling an old white shirt over his head as he walked, for one second I saw peek of his taunt stomach. He reached out and placed his hands on my cheeks and lowered his forehead to mine. His breath was ragged on my cheek.

"You dad's going to kill me if I don't get you back soon," He whispered while reaching for my hand. I smiled shyly, while tucking a curl behind my ear.

Jake kept a steady pace and a tight grip on my hand. Every time we heard a noise he pulled me closer to him. It wasn't long until our house came into view. It was the third house I had ever lived in. It was modest compared to others. It was a forest green color, meant to blend in with the surroundings. It had classic white shutters, and a red door.

Through the back you could see my dad looking out the window, anger clearly on his face. I had no doubt he was looking through mine and Jake's mind at the moment.

It wasn't long until he was crossing the yard to us, and Jake dropped my hand.

"Renesmee," He started his voice tight. He turned his head to Jake.

"Why, would you ever consider staying out this late and walking home as a human, in the dark, with MY daughter?" He yelled at him.

Jake didn't flinch at the words.

I reached out and touched my dad's arm.

"Daddy, can we go inside?"I asked while wrapping my arms around myself.

He turned around and headed toward the house. Jake put his arm around my shoulder and we followed suit. Jake shut the back door behind him, locking it as well. We stepped into the kitchen, our footsteps echoing on the floor. My mom sat at the counter, my father leaned against the wall. His eyes were closed and he was pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. I walked around the counter and leaned into my mom's embrace, her cold body wrapping around me. I could feel her hands smoothing down my wind tangled curls. I pulled out of her arms and leaned against the counter next to Jake.

My father opened his eyes and they rested on me for a second before flickering to Jacob. His face filled with disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak; my mother's voice filled the empty space first.

"I think you overreacting somewhat, Edward." She murmured, meeting his eyes.

"It's not acceptable for him to take OUR daughter, not tell anyone where they are going and then come back at an unreasonable hour." He replied, while trying to keep his voice steady, "Bella, she was out of range. We would have no clue if anything would have happened."

"But nothing did happen!" I interrupted. I was quickly silenced by Jake with a glare.

Dad hesitated, picking his words carefully. I watched his shoulders fall just slightly.

"You're right. I should not let this overshadow the news we have."

As if on cue Esme and Alice came into the room, their walks as graceful as a ballet dancer. They each had a set of rolled up papers in their hands. Alice gave my dad a reassuring smile as she walked by. He shook his head back and forth.

"Renesmee, were moving!" Alice announced.

I smiled like a 100 mega watt bulb. I needed a change. Everyone in the room visibly relaxed when they saw my reaction. Esme started laying out the floor plans of the house on the counter, explaining every little complicated detail to me until I felt I had it memorized.

"Where exactly are we moving?" I asked.

Esme laughed, "I forgot that one little detail."

"Elkins, West Virginia. Gateway to the Monongahela National Forest, 500 miles of trout streams, Canaan Valley State Park, Back Water Fall State Park, the Tygart Valley River, and the Cheat River, which our house is placed upon." Alice said all at once. I could barely understand what she was saying.

"The populations a little larger than were accustomed too, it is home to 7,032 people. But it's only sunny 30% of the year," My dad explained.

"It only holds one high school, with 954 students," Esme jumped in.

I nodded.

"What about my dad?" Jake asked, "I can't keep moving further and further away from him and my pack. He's getting older, and things are getting harder for him. He's running out of money. He can't mooch off of Rachel and Paul forever."

My mom and dad shared a look.

"Jake, you know you can always go back to the reservation. That choice is always open," My mom stated, her voice calm and comforting.

Jacob ran his hand through his shaggy hair. It was just reaching the bottom tip of his ears.

"I know, I just feel like I should be there for him right now. A lot has happened."

My dad had a smug, triumphant look on his face.

If he wanted to go visit his dad I wasn't going to stop him. It was something he should do. My eyes fell to the tiles on the floor. I traced over the outline of each pale peach square. I could feel Jakes hand intertwine with mine. He had done it subconsciously.

"Maybe I could just visit a little more often, on my own?" Jake asked.

My mom laughed, "Jake, you don't have to ask my permission for you to visit your dad. You don't even have to tell me if you are going to take off and see your dad. Go visit him when it feels right."

"But we would appreciate it if you would tell us if you were taking Renesmee too," My dad interjected.

Jake shoulder bumped me, "What do you think? Would you come and visit my dad with me more often?"

"I'm not listening!" I tried.

"Liar!" Jake joked.

I rolled my eyes at him.

Jakes voice softened, "Please Nes? It would mean a lot to me."

I gave him a reassuring smile, "Yeah, I'll come."

He smiled and gave my hand a squeeze, "Thanks."

"The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on."

Carl Sandburg

The fog laid low on the ground this morning, giving everything an eerie like atmosphere. I could barely a straight path in front of me. All I could hear was Alice's voice yelling about commanding directions on how our furniture should be moved this morning. I looked out at the fog weaving in and out of the trees. My palms were sweaty with nerves. I wiped them on the jeans I wore with Alice's carefully chosen moving day outfit for me. I wore a dark pair of True Religion Casey Denim Leggings, a black BCBG Boyfriend Sweater, and a gray pair of Ugg Australia's Button Suede Ankle Boots. My locket from my parents lay in the small valley of my collarbone, and my promise bracelet from Jacob lay on my left wrist. The outfit was dark, reflecting the weather, making me inconspicuous when we ran. Everyone's outfit was dark.

As Esme and Carlisle walked through the house, everyone gathered in the front. My Uncle Jasper and my mom discussed the meeting they were going to have at J. Jenks old firm, his superior now just having taken over. I stood next to my dad, our arms just barely brushing.

"Are you excited or are you going to miss it here?" He asked, turning his head to look at me.

"Both," I replied, "I'm always sad when we move, but I'm ready for a fresh start."

He nodded and then put his arm around my shoulder while smiling, "It was your first time in school with us. I would go back just to relive your first time. It's a symbol of growing up." He looked into the distance and his eyes glazed over.

I knew he was thinking about me growing up. I'm his little girl and his only child. My childhood wasn't normal and there wasn't time for me to experience everything but somehow I'd accomplished every barrier he'd put in my way to join them in high school. I'd learned all thirteen languages he wanted me too, and then I learned Quileute.

"You will learn more, "Dad started to tease, "There are 6,900 languages known and you have only learned 14."

I laughed, "To a normal person that's phenomenal. To a normal person just learning Latin is phenomenal."

A real smile appeared on his face, the smile that seemed to be reserved for me or my mom. His eyes lit up and crinkled in turn with the smile.

"Does anything here actually seem normal to you, Renesmee?"

His tone was teasing but it always made me think. Being normal was always a sore spot for me.

"Would you prefer things to be normal?" He mocked, his voice twisting the word normal.

I shook my head, "No, I don't think I do."

I started to take in the sight before me. Jasper and Alice were whispering with their foreheads touching. Rosalie and Emmett looked like they were about to leave, Carlisle and Esme stood on the edge of the driveway watching the trucks carrying our possessions rumble away. I watched as Jake skipped down the stairs, a clear bounce in his step. He murmured a remark to Rosalie and started in my direction.
My dad's easy going demeanor disappeared and he stalked off in the direction of my mother.

"Hey," Jake murmured, a little breathless, "I've got good news."

I smiled and looked up in his eyes, "And that would be?"

"There's a bonfire tonight at La Push, but a barbecue before that for the packs... younger generation. I cleared it with your dad, we can go."

I hadn't seen much of the pack lately, and things around our house had been tense since the move. And I knew Jake was itching to be out of house full of vampires, and he needed to see his dad.

"It'll be fun," I murmured.

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