A/N- Okay, enjoy chapter SIX AND SEVEN. Sorry it took a while... I wrote as fast as possible. It didn't seem right to have a Jacob POV in chapter six, so, enjoy chapter seven, all Jacob POV. I'd like to thank ALL my reviewers; you guys make my life. ;]
I'd also like to thank Tdkinz, my personal delectably delicious sub sandwich with luxurious coke. ;] Who freaking helped me a whole freaking lot. I love you to piece's, and more. I can't tell you how much your input, and comments/questions have helped me, and I'm glad you had a few good laughs. :] And also, I'd like to thank you for helping me bounce my idea's off of you. As well as your consistent encouragement to keep me writing every chance I talked to you; as I was toootally wrapped up in the HON series; seriously, good books, everyone should read them.. -sigh- And... I probably forgot something else you've helped me with too, but, I'm sure you get my point... And, this is a really long shout out... As promised. Love ya TD! --- I now realize I sound like a broken record. ;]
Now, enjoy chappy six!
Biteykinz. xo.

P.S- Sorry about the chapter being short, but, with posting Chapter seven as well, I thought everyone wouldn't mind too much. :] Although, I'm sure you do... -sigh- Forgive me! :]

Chapter Six: Change of Venue
Renesmee:

The smell of the atmosphere was foreign to me. My green eyes fluttered open to view a white ceiling. Which was odd. My memory suddenly clicked in, and I remembered that I was laying in my new bed, of my new stupid university in Southern California.

I closed my eyes in hopes of waking up in my own bed; Jacob laying beside me. Too bad that wasn't happening... I took in a deep breath of the new air I'd have to breathe for who knows how long... I immediately missed the humidity of rainy Forks. Here, the oxygen was humid, but still not as delectably smelling as rainy Forks, Washington.

I missed the smell of Jacob's woodsy odor beside me. The warmth his body gave off to me. The way he touched me. I hated being so far from Jacob. It kind of sucked. I really hated airplanes at this moment. The stupid fucking things made me fall a sleep. All I really wanted to do is suck face with Jacob the whole time.

Letting out a sigh, I crawled out of my bed to view my new bedroom. It was much like my old room back in Forks, but, not quite. As I stood on the left side of the bed, I comprehended the act that the double sized bed was squished up into the back, left corner of the room. Below my feet laid a copper, red carpet. Man, was it ugly as hell! I would have to replace it later. Across the room from me was the door to exit the bedroom.

To the left of my standstill body was a red oak dresser with a massive mirror towering above it. The dresser wood much matched the four poster bed. In the corner diagonal me, was another small door. I pondered over to the door, and tried to pull it open. Frustrated with the way the door was giving me trouble, I pushed it forward angrily.

Inside was a small bathroom. Across from the door was a shower; or what should be a shower. It as amazingly small, compared to the shower I had at home. On the left of the bathroom was a small sink hanging off of the wall, a small mirror hanging above it. On the right of the bathroom was a toilet. I already missed home. I began to cry. I hated this place; with a deep passion.

Retreating from the bathroom, I slammed the door closed. I wanted my own freaking shower! Right fucking now!

Opening my dresser drawers with aggression, I pulled out a new set of clothes. This was freaking ridiculous. I found my way back into the bathroom, and tore my clothes off. I hit my elbow off the side of the sink. "Fuck!" I yelled, pissed off. If I wasn't shipped off to a stupid freaking university; in which I still had no clue of it's name, nor it's exact location, I wouldn't be trying to have a shower in the tiniest fucking bathroom on the planet! I'd rather shower on Mars. Even better: Pluto! It was a tiny little planet; which I always imagined was blue. It was the smallest planet in which the economy was planning on excluding it to being it's own planet for it's small size. Fucking scientists. They were all dumb. A planet is it's own planet. You can't exclude it. Fucking idiots I tell you!

Ignoring the stupid fucking planets, I turned the shower on to the incredibly small shower, and hopped in. The water was as cold as the fucking Pacific Ocean. Not to mention the space I was contained in was smaller than a refrigerator box.

I turned the water top to the hottest option possible; the water still ran cold. Grunting, I washed my hair and body and climbed out of the tiny shower; avoiding the sink. My luck, I fell onto the toilet. My but fell into the bowl; touching the cold water. I shrieked with displeasure and scrambled up off of the toilet. "I fucking HATE university!"

I threw the door open to the bathroom, and ran into my small bedroom. I dried my body quickly, and dressed. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, and scrambled to find my phone.

When I had located my new blackberry, I opened it carelessly to find myself with fifty-two missed calls, and twelve text messages. Looking through my missed calls, I came to realize looking through the long list; they were all from my father. I quickly turned to my text messages; all from Jacob. I squealed in excitement, and opened the first one.

Hey Nessie, he wrote. Just wondering how it's goin'?
Jacob. 333.

I shrieked at the hearts, and wanted to faint at the sight of his name. Squealing some more, I opened the next one.

Nessie, I'm worried... Your fathers been calling you a lot, and you still haven't answered. You haven't answered my first text message yet either. I'm beginning to grow worried. Please answer soon. Jacob.

I frowned at the message. Although it was from my beloved Jacob, it still made my heart throb that I was putting him, and not to mention my father as well, in pain. I quickly turned to the next message.

Nessie? Don't make me fly there to check up on your ass... Your fathers driving me crazy! He's calling me every five minutes, 'Have you talked to Renesmee yet?" He's driving me insane! And, my fingers are beginning to hurt from these text messages... Jacob.

I giggled slightly at the thought of Jacob text messaging. His over sized fingers probably couldn't press one letter without pressing the rest. Result: disaster. I quickly opened the next.

Nessie! Please answer us soon... I think I'm going to rip my hair out if your father doesn't stop harassing me with his phone calls. I can't get ten minutes with my eyes closed without being interrupted with a phone call. Your father really has an imagination... Jacob.

I opened the next, it was the same as the rest of the messages that remained.

Nessie! You better answer us soon. Jacob.

I quickly hit the reply button to message Jacob back.

Hey Jacob! Relax... I'm still alive. I'm not dead. Although, I'd like to die... It'd be much, much, much better than living here... I've had about the worst day of my life.. And, I've only been awake for less than an hour! Love you a lot, I'm going to call my father now. Hopefully you can get some rest. I'm sorry. Nessie. xo.

I sent the message, fingers throbbing, than quickly dialed my fathers number. He picked up before the first thing.

"Resnesmee?" came his flustered, irritated voice.

"Hey Dad! Sorry I didn't call you last night. I got here, and-"

"Renesmee! Do you have any idea how worried we've all been?" He cut me off rudely; worried.

"I'm sorry. I got here, and went straight to bed. I didn't think to-"

"Exactly Renesmee! You need to think more. I suppose it's a good thing you're at school now."

"I guess. I'm sorry Dad," I apologized once more. Jeesh. He was being extremely rude.

"It's fine. I'm just glad your alright."

"Yes, I'm fine... Speaking of fine, can you please leave Jacob alone? He said you've been calling him every five minutes."

"You talked to him before you talked to me?!" my father yelled through the phone. I was so tempted at that moment to hang up the phone. But, I knew that wouldn't solve things. It would only lead to more trouble, maybe even big enough trouble my father would fly down here just to yell at me.

"No, he sent me some text messages. I read them, and all my missed calls before I called you," I half lied. Technically, I hadn't talked to Jacob first... Because, talking would mean I'd have to call him, and here his voice... I wrote to him, it was different. I loved my sneaky ways. A light giggle escaped my mouth.

"Why are you giggling?"

"Sorry, just a funny thought came to mind."

"Oh, I see," he responded. "I miss reading your mind Renesmee... I don't get to read your mother near as often. It's, slightly... Lonely? The house is ghost like without you..."

My eyes began to tear up. "Dad, I..." I began. I took in a deep breath, swallowing the ball of emotion in my throat, and carried on; wiping the tears that betray me and were now trickling down my cheeks. "I have to go."

"Why? What's going on? What time is it there?"

I looked at the alarm clock which was on a night stand beside my new bed; which was extremely comfortable by the way. "It's almost ten o'clock here Dad, and I need to go explore the campus... You know, to get used to the place. After all, I'm going to be here for a while. And, out of curiousity, what am I here to study?"

"You'll find out soon enough baby girl," he answered. Tears betrayed me again, and began pouring down my cheeks at my fathers pet name.

"Okay," I said, the ball of emotion returning in my throat. "I guess I'll find out soon enough. But, I need to go... Tell Mom I love her, and I'll call again later. And, please leave Jacob alone... He doesn't speak to me more than you do. But, I promise, and really mean it this time, that I'll call you before I go to bed. Goodbye Dad."

Before I could get a reply, I hit the 'end button on the phone, and hung up. A small sob escaped my chest, and I was already missing home a lot.

My phone was flashing a small red, and I noticed I received a text message while I was on the phone with my father.

Nessie! Ohmygoodness, I'm so glad you're okay! How is Elah University?

A smile spread across my teared up face. I instantly pushed the reply button...

Jacob! I'm not sure yet, I have only showered and discovered I have the smallest bathroom on the face of planet earth! Shouldn't you be getting some rest? I bet you're tired!

I sent the text message, and jumped when somebody knocked on my door. I crossed my room wiping away the tears that remained on my face, and opened the door.

"Hello?" I asked when I caught sight of the boy who stood in front of me.

"Hi! I'm Brett. I was told I was suppose to give you a tour of Elah, and give you a big welcome."

Ignoring his babbling, I took in how amazingly gorgeous he was... Brett, I mean; he was gorgeous. Catch my drift? But, he smelled even more delicious. The scent of his blood made my scrunch my nose up, and stop breathing. "Nice to meet you," I said, sucking in a deep breath and holding it again.

He quirked an eyebrow at me, but continued to speak. "I'm suppose to introduce you to some fellow classmates, but thought you'd be slightly more interested in eating first." He shot a dazzling smile at me, and my phone vibrated.

"That sounds great! Let me get some shoes and we can go. Come in," I gestured to my room, and he walked in cautiously. He cringed slightly, but immediately returned back to his normal state of body language.

Ignoring his rather unusual behaviour, I grabbed my black running shoes, and pulled them onto my pink socked feet. "Okay," I said, making sure I had my phone and the card to my room. (Technically it was a key to my room, considering it opened the door to my dorm.) "Let's go," I continued walking out of my room; Brett on my heals. I closed the door without any hesitation, clearly wanting to escape the smallness of the room.

"Okay, here's the deal," Brett stated, as we walked down the longest set of stairs I've seen in my life. "I can give you the long boring-as-fuck tour of Elah Uni, or the short, and sweet tour... Which do you prefer?"

"Let's skip all the bullshit,and get this over with please," I replied, trying my best to sound as nonchalantly as possible. This guy was tooootally a-muh-zing! Amazing if you didn't catch that. He wasn't afraid to cuss in front of a lady. This also meant he didn't know I was a vamp, even more importantly, he didn't know I was Renesmee Cullen. The smell of his luscious blood scent confirmed this information.

"Okay," he said as we exited through a set of glass doors. We were exiting the dorm I now lived in. Pointing at a short, brown building, he started his obvious tour. "That building over there," he started, "is the main office. You go there for mail your expecting, or any problems with money, textbooks you need. Pretty much all the basic crap." He stopped his speech to send me a sweet, considerate smile; but quickly moved on. "Over there, is the foods building. That's where you eat everyday. Well, where the rest of us eat," he stifled a laughter that had begun to errupt from deep in his chest, and winked at me. Clearly, he knew about my special so called 'diet.' "It's basically a cafeteria; you can go there to get whatever you need. As the dorms also provide food in the lounging area's."

"Okay," I said, interrupting for the first time.

"Yupp, okay," he mocked me. "So, there's your fucking short and sweet tour," he laughed, winking at me once more. I began to giggle slightly. Brett was beginning to seem like a really nice guy.

"Thanks for the tour; it really gives me plenty insight to this, ugh... 'University.'" I made air quotations, emphasizing the word "University."

"No problem... You'll learn more about the university once you're hear for a little while longer."

Standing awkwardly outside, shading my eyes from the sun, I finally got a good look at Brett. He stood a little over six foot; nothing compared to my boyfriend and imprint-e. But, he still towered over my five foot nothing, as did everyone I met. Sadly, I wasn't going to grow any taller.

His dark, chestnut brown hair was spiked up into a fohawk. His deep, brown eyes complementing his sharp cheek bones and nose, perfectly. It would have been easy to get lost in his eyes, but something about him didn't attract me to him as Jacob attracted me.

Besides the smell of his sweet, lavender filled blood scent, he smelled of some type of cologne; which wasn't as appetizing nor more enjoyable than the smell of his blood.

Brett was wearing a white and brown polo shirt with matching white surf shorts, accompanied by some brown canvas sandles. His style clearly stated, "Pretty boy ahead! High maintenance!" I was beginning to think he was gay. Well shit! But, than again, he had winked at me? What the fuck?! My brain managed to scream. Why does it matter?

The sun began to bother my eyes, and I tore my observing glance away from him. More like stare.

"Would you like to go back inside?" he asked, noticing my uncomfortable state outside.

"That'd be great," I smiled, happy he had offered. The sun had never bothered my eyes much before until now. Maybe California sun gave off more rays than Forks.

We quickly made our way back up to my room, and I remembered my phone had vibrated earlier when Brett and I re-entered my room. Amazingly, my bed was made, and it was noticed someone had cleaned it to the extent that it looked like no one had ever entered the room; myself included.

"Ahh," Brett sighed, sitting on my bed. I furrowed my brows together at his comfortability in my room; on my bed. "Seems Jessica has been in here."

"Jessica?" I asked, totally confused.

"Yes, your maid... Jessica Stanley? Hello...? Ring a bell...?" he said in a somewhat of a girly, annoyed voice. I slight shiver ran up my spine, and reached my neck; making the little hairs there stand on end.

"Oh," I said, gathering myself back together. Hesitantly I opened my phone to see a text message Jacob had sent not only fifteen minutes ago.

Don't worry about my rest, Love. I'm fine now that I'm talking to you. A piece have me has died since you left. I can't wait 'til you come down to visit again! I miss you, and every little scent, movement and noise you make. I feel irrevocably, and utterly freaking alone.

I sniffled at the message, and Brett must have noticed. He instantly shot up from my bed, and was hugging me comfortably. "What's wrong Darling?" he asked like he honestly cared.

"This text message, from Jacob," I choked the last bit of the sentence out.

"What about it? Can I read it?"

"I suppose... I miss him so much already!" I began to sob lightly as Brett helped walk me over to my bed. Between choked sobs I read the message aloud.

"That totally sucks," Brett said, comforting me. "It's okay... You get to go visit him soon. Elah is having a long weekend next week. So, that's totally in like, five days, maybe less."

"Really?" I asked, perking up instantly. I sniffled the last of my sobs, and Brett wiped the tears away from my face.

"Really," he repeated.

"'Kay." I smiled at Brett, he was really nice. It seemed he was going to turn out to be a really great friend.

My phone vibrated again. "Incoming call," the annoying mother fucker blurted so loud I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Holy crap!" I said as I jumped uneasy. "Hold on a sec," I told Brett, holding up my index finger and answering my phone. He nodded slightly. "Hello?"

"Renesmee?"

It was my fucking father! I groaned in my head silently, showing my frustration outside with an eye roll. "Hi Dad!" I responded, trying to be as perky as possible.

"How are things?" he asked.

"Dad! Seriously? You just fucking called me half an hour ago! If you wanted to be so over-fucking-protective,why the fuck did you ship me off to a fucking boarding school?" I emphasized every 'fuck' in my short spazz, as much as possible. Brett's deep, brown eyes looked at me wide in shock. I felt guilty talking like that in front of him. I apologized silently, mouthing a 'sorry' in his direction. He winked, letting me know it was okay.

"Don't you dare take-" my father began but I tuned him out, making a ridiculous talking figure with my hand. I mimicked his rather annoying voice, and moved my mouth at the thought of his stupid speech and tone of his voice. "Renesmee?" he yelled in the phone. "Are you even listening?"

"Totally." I was tootally not listening to him. It was too obvious as to what he was already saying.

He continued with his speech. When he reached the end, I said, "whatever. Sorry. I gotta go. Bye." I hung up before he could protest. "My goodness!" I blurted to Brett. "He has the most annoying voice I've heard in my enter freaking life!"

"I can tell by your hand mocks..." he replied, laughing. "That was quite a show!" Brett continued to laugh as I passed an easy eye roll at him. Huge friendship in the process, I thought.

A/N- Alright... wasn't that exciting? :] Next chappy.... Leading up to Jacob's, long, long, LONG week.
Biteykinz. xo.