(A/N. Was it worth the wait? What do you think?)

Chapter two: Party Fun

Alice Point of View

"Stay still." I told my niece. I was getting her ready for her birthday party. I dressed her in a short midnight blue dress. I kept her makeup light, just some waterproof mascara and light pink lipstick.

I took a step back to admire my work.

Perfect.

But I doubt anyone looks less that perfect when I'm throught with them.

"Beautiful." said my little niece, Renesmee, as she watched herself in the mirror. "Thank you." she then said so softly I almost thought I didn't hear her.

"You're welcome Nessie." I told her as I hugged her. "Happy Birthday."

"Do you think he'd like it?" she asked softly.

"Who?"

"Jacob." she mumbled quietly.

"What?" I almost chocked on my own words.

"Nothing. Forget it."

"Nessie, of course he would like it!" I made her look this way. Nope that I needed to do much.

"You really think so?"

"Duh!" I answered her smiling.

Why didn't she ever believe when people told her that she's beautiful?

I contained a laugh.

Like mother. Like daughter.

Renesmee Point of View

I walked downstairs with Auntie Alice and was amazed.

The room was beautifully arranged. There were cream colored, honey scented candles lit all around the room. There were decorations, and a big banner that said 'Happy Birthday Nessie'.

I was just standing there taking it all in when suddenly the bell rang.

"I'll get it." I heard Momma say. She ran gracefully to the door and opened it.

"Dad?" Momma surprised voice came from the doorway.

"Granpa." I said and immediately ran towards him and hugged him tight. "I missed you."

Granpa Charie hugged me back and said: "I missed you too Nessie, I wasn't about to miss the most important event oh the year."

I groaned. Sometimes a little attention was good. Very good, I might say. But very much attention... Ugh... Not good. Not good at all. I guess I got Momma's genes in that category.

Granpa Charlie chuckled.

"Like mother. Like daughter." Dad said softly behind me with a big grin plastered on his face.

"Nooo.. that would mean that she would be falling down constantly." that was Uncle Emmet.

"Emmet..." warned Daddy.

"Edward..." Uncle Emmet mocked.

"Boys..." I threw in my two cents.

Uncle Emmett and Daddy always argued. You wouldn't believe that they're both a century old. They were so immature, and even though Momma and Aunt Rose scowled them both all the time for it, they never stopped.

Sometimes I womdered if they were dropped on their heads as babies.

They continued talking like they hadn't heard me, so I decided to ignore them and focus my attention back to Grandpa.

"How did you know where we were?" I asked. I talked to Granpa Charlie almost everyday on the phone but no one was allowed to tell him where were were, for both our own and his safety.

For our own safety in case the Volturi decided to come visit us, so they didn't know where we were, and for Grandpa's safety, he wasn't allowed to know anything about vampires beacause if they find out that he knows about us, it's either death or vampire life for him.

Don't get me wrong I'd love to have Granpa Charlie live forever, so he could always be with us, but I wouldn't do something about it unless he wanted to, even if I was able to change a person, but I'm not, because I'm not venonumous.

We usually visited him in Forks for holidays but that could get tricky when you don't want to be seen.

Now we were currently living in New Hampshire and all the Cullens - except Carlisle and Esme- were attending Dartmouth.

This time we had more twins, Daddy and I were supposed to be 18, Uncle Em and Momma are supposed to be 19 and Aunt Rose and Uncle Jazz are supposed to be 18, and finally Alice, who is a young junior at the age of 17, due to taking lots of advanced courses and graduated early.

And finally we have the Blacks and Clearwaters. The Blacks consist Ouil, Embry and Jacob, and the Clearwaters are Leah and Seth. Leah and Jacob are supposed to be 19, Embry 18, and Seth and Quil are supposed to be 17.

Quil is not even here most of the time because of Claire. Sometimes he even brings her over for a few weeks with us.

I love little Claire. Whenever she comes over it's like were best friends, even though she's 3 years older than me technically.

"Guilty." I heard a soft voice mutter behind Granpa.

Leah.

I immediately ran and hugged her. Leah didn't like me at first, and I never knew why, but over time we really got to be great friends.

"I hope you like your birthday present." Leah giggled.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I said as I hugged her again.

"It's Party Time!" Aunt Alice sang.

"Alice." Granpa said.

"Charlie." Aunt Alice replied as she gracefully danced her way to my Granpa and hugged him.

The music started flowing through the speakers getting louder and louder.

I danced with Daddy, Uncle Em, Granpa and just as I was finished dancing with Uncle Jazz, Jacob came and asked for his own dance.

How could I deny him? When all I wanted to do is hold him as close as possible.

"You look amazing tonight Nessie." he whipered so soft, and I swear my breath hitched and my heart stopped beating.

"Thanks." I said. My heart was going into overdrive. Thump. Thump. Thump. I'm sure he could hear it. Thump. Thump. Thump.

We danced until the song came to a stop.

"Thank you for the dance, Nessie." he said as he walked away.

I took a step back and started to turn around.

Bad. Mistake.

As I turned around I somehow tripped on the flat floor, Momma genes, and landed face first into my birthday cake.

Oh No.

Please tell me this is not happening to me.

And on my birthday? Seriously?

I quietly stood up and took in my surroundings. Uncle Em was laughing his ass off at me, no suprise there, and everyone else looked like they wanted to say something but not sure if they should. The worse was Uncle Jazz, he was torn between laughing at me, or hugging me.

I smiled a small smile before I turned around and headed for the closest bathroom, closed the door behind me and started cleaning my face.

I was almost finished when a small knock interupted me.

I ignored it.

"Nessie?" A beautiful, soft voice came from the other side of the closed door.

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