Sorry I didn't get a chance to update this weekend. I was nonstop all weekend long. This chapter is quite a jump, but I needed to get things moving along. I already warned everyone about me jumping ahead a few years, so this shouldn't be a huge surprise. This chapter has some valuable information in it, so pay attention :).

It was my 15th birthday and I was more than excited to actually celebrate me being 15 instead of my 10th. Aunt Alice had the entire living room transformed into a night club. I sat on the stairs in my black jeans and red sequenced tank top. It was warm inside, but the rain made the September day look cold. I watched Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie flutter around the room as they set things up. Alyssa and my faces were pressed between the banister bars as our eyes fought to follow them.

"Alice, this is a teens party, can the music be a little more… their age?" My mom asked as she suddenly appeared in Alice's path.

"Fine." Aunt Alice huffed.

I looked around the room for my dad, but he wasn't around, so I let my mind wonder as I thought about the past couple of years. I can never get used to the fact that he can read my mind, and sometimes I wish my thoughts would just stay private. My mom can do it, why couldn't I?

I shrugged to myself and continued to let my mind wonder. Things have been normal, well more than normal. My mom was graduating this June from Harvard. She's going to do her residency in the hospital next to the school. She had the choice to go anywhere she wanted, but I wanted to stay in Boston. I had a ton of friends, and I really liked it here. My dad enjoyed working, and he will now be working with my mom. Plus we were all here together, so it didn't matter much.

I was excited about my party, it was the first boy girl party my parents have ever agreed on. They were, of course, going to be around the entire night. Plus having Grandma and Grandpa Cullen here made sense. They were portraying my aunt and uncle who were helping out my sister and brother-in-law raise me. So all my friends were expecting to see them here as chaperones.

The doorbell rang, pulling me from my thoughts. I saw my dad walking slowly to the door and I ran down the stairs. "I got it!" I yelled.

My dad seemed to be almost startled by my sudden appearance as I ran down the stairs. He stopped me before I reached the door. "Where did you come from?"

I laughed, not really understanding his question. "Well… the story I was told was that you and mom had-"

My dad cut me off. He closed his eyes and shook his head, smiling. "No, not that 'where did you come from,'" he sighed. "Of course I know that!" He snapped.

"Well what do you mean?"

The doorbell rang again.

"I mean where were you before the doorbell rang?"

I laughed unevenly. "Why are you asking me that?"

Aunt Alice flashed passed us as she went to the door before the bell rang for a third time.

My dad narrowed his eyes at me.

"What did I do?" I asked alarmed.

"Nothing," he turned away from me. "Bella!" He called out as he walked away.

"What?" Her voice floated out from the kitchen where she was baking my cake.

"Do you have your shield around Renesmee?"

"No, why?"

"No?" My dad repeated.

"That's what I said. Edward, what's wrong?"

"Happy Birthday!" Derek said as he crushed me against him.

"Thanks Derek." I smiled and he kissed my cheek. "Here!" He held out a gift bag.

"On the table." Aunt Rosalie said, and pointed over to the table next to the DJ set up, where uncle Emmett was setting up the next song as he danced behind the table.

"I'll take it." Aunt Alice said as she rushed to my side.

I wanted to concentrate on the conversation in the kitchen a little more, but could no longer hear my parents voices with everyone trying to talk to me at once.

As the party progressed I noticed my father staring at me like I did something wrong. I racked my brain for anything I might have left undone, but kept coming up blank.

Stop looking at me like that! I didn't want to yell across the room at him, so I thought it.

I watched his eyes widen and then narrow again. Please, did I do something wrong?

He shook his head and walked back into the kitchen.

I was going to follow but Derek grabbed my hand and spun me to dance with him. He immediately took in the look on my face. "What's wrong, Ness?"

"Nothing." I sighed and looked towards the kitchen again. I noticed my grandpa look at me and walk swiftly into the kitchen.

"Something's bothering you."

"I'm fine Derek." I pushed away from him and walked towards the punch bowl.

"Come on, we tell each other everything."

"Ok," I mumbled. "I think Edward is mad at me for some reason, and I don't know why."

"Talk to him about it."

I rolled my eyes. "Easy for you to say. I did and he wont tell me."

"Don't let it bother you. This is your night."

I hugged Derek and smiled. "You're absolutely right!" I yelled and took his hand to go talk with the small group of friends standing with Uncle Emmett, giving him requests for songs.

"Renesmee Cullen… do we have a Renesmee Cullen in the house?" Uncle Emmett asked into his microphone as he quickly ended the song that was playing.

"What does he possibly want?" I groaned.

"Got her dad!" Alyssa said loudly as she grabbed my wrist.

"Alyssa!" I hissed.

"Bring the birthday girl front and center please." The crowd parted and I was towed by Alyssa and Derek towards the DJ table. I noticed my entire family lined up with my parents in the front. My mom was smiling at me, but my fathers face looked distracted.

"Sit down." Uncle Emmett said as he pointed to the chair right in front of the table.

With one last glance at my dad I sat on the chair facing all my friends.

Someone was behind me, I could feel it. They were silent, but I could sense the presence. I sniffed the air and caught my fathers scent. What are you doing? I thought nervously.

I felt his breath against my neck. "Relax." He whispered, and tied something around my head, covering my eyes.

I could hear gasps from everyone in front of me, and faint whispers.

"Renesmee…" A voice whispered in front of me.

"Can you guess the voice?" Uncle Emmett's voice boomed in the microphone.

"Guess who." The voice spoke again.

It immediately clicked, his deep voice sent shocks of electricity through my body. "Jake?" I pulled at my blindfold to get it away from my eyes. "No way!" I haven't seen him in over a year. I couldn't believe he was actually here.

"Hey kiddo… well your certainly not a kid anymore." He quickly took in my party outfit.

Since he was already kneeling in front of me, the only thing I had to do was lean forward and throw my arms around him. "I can't believe you're really here!"

"Wanted to say happy birthday in person." He kissed my cheek. "Your grandfather and Sue will be here tomorrow." I watched his lips as he spoke. I gasped and looked behind me at my father. He had to have heard me think that, but his face was confused as he watched me.

"Someone else is here to see you." Jacob said as he stood up and moved to stand by my chair.

Quil stood with his arm wrapped around Claire's waist. I could only stare at his arm, then at Claire's smile, and back to his arm. I got up and ran over to her. "When did that happen?" I whispered into her ear as I hugged her.

"I'll tell you later." She chuckled and put her arm around Quil. He smiled widely and leaned down to kiss her. I knew she was a year older than I was, but he was a lot older than her.

The party began to die down and Uncle Emmett had slow songs playing. I watched Quil hold Claire close and every so often lean down to kiss her nose, cheeks, and lips. I hope she knew how lucky she was.

"Did you have fun tonight?" Ben asked me as he spun me around.

"Yes," I smiled. "Thank you for coming."

Ben opened his mouth to say something, but Jacob cut him off.

"May I cut in?"

"S-sure." Ben stammered and immediately dropped his hands from my hips.

Jacob pulled me against his body and I felt something building inside. I suppressed it. Jacob has been around since before I was born. He was my mother's best friend! There was no way he could like his best friends daughter. I shook my head and Jacob, as always, noticed my distant mood.

He brought his hands up, taking my face gently in his hands, and kissed my forehead. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

"How did you know?" I flashed him an innocent smile.

"I know you better than you know yourself, Renesmee." Jacob smiled, making his face light up.

"It's," I looked around to see if anyone was listening. "It's my dad."

"What about him?"

"I think he's mad at me, and I don't know what I did wrong. I didn't do anything this time, I swear!"

"Do you want me to go talk to him?" Jacob sounded alarmed. Probably because of the look on my face.

"No, I will later. If he wont tell me, Mom will." I growled.

It was Jacob's turn to look distracted. He kissed my cheek, took my hand, and spun me away from him. "I'll be right back."

"Carlisle, dance with your granddaughter." He said quickly as he spun me into my grandpa's open arms.

"Jake, I don't think it's a good idea right now." My grandpa warned him.

"Where is he going?" I asked as I watched Jacob ignore him and walk up the stairs.

"To talk to your parents." My grandpa said softly as we danced.

"Grandpa," I whispered so no one else could hear. "What's going on up there? I've noticed all of you disappearing upstairs to go talk."

"We're not quite sure yet honey."

"What aren't you sure about?" I urged.

"Don't worry about it."

"Argh!" I screeched, and pushed away from him.

Hot, angry tears streamed down my face as I stormed out of the room.

"Renesmee!" My grandpa called after me. I knew he wouldn't use his speed to catch up with me, so I ran towards the front door. I managed to get it open and slam it shut behind me.

I sat on the front steps and let myself go to pieces. My entire family was keeping something from me, and by the looks my father was giving me all night proved that it wasn't good.

"Nessie?" I heard Derek behind me.

"What?" I snapped.

"Come on it's your birthday. Don't cry."

I laughed and sniffed. "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to." I laughed again.

Derek laughed too and he put his arm around me, letting me cry.

After I had better control of my emotions I went inside to say goodbye to everyone as their parents came to pick them up. I glanced at the stairs as the last of the party guests left. The only ones here was my family, so I tiptoed up the stairs. Everyone left Alyssa and I alone downstairs. She was curled up on the couch sleeping. When I reached my fathers closed office door I pressed my ear against it.

"Will you shut up," Jacob hissed to someone. "She's outside the door."

"I know that!" My mom hissed. She definitely sounded aggravated.

"You going to tell her?" Jacob asked.

"No! Not yet," I heard someone hit the wall. "And you're not going to tell her!" My mom's voice was way past a warning.

"First, your hurting me, Bella. Let go of me! I wont tell her… yet. She has to know sooner or later."

"Stupid imprinting rules!" My mom growled deeply.

"Imprinting?" I whispered to myself.

"Love, she heard that last part. Jasper, will you please." My dad said quickly and the door flew open.

My panic and confusion vanished as soon as Uncle Jasper looked at me. He picked me up and flung me over his shoulder, and brought me up to my room.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Your room. Your parents will be in to say goodnight soon."

I watched him walk over to my window seat and sit down. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, shaking it slowly.

"Just do it!" I heard my dad growl.

"Do what?" I asked, alarmed.

"I hate using my gift like this, I'm sorry." Uncle Jasper kissed my forehead and I felt extremely tired. You're going to go to sleep. Relax and don't fight it." He informed me.

"Thanks Jasper." My mom whispered.

"Is she out?"

"No, she's not." I said and opened my eyes. "Please talk to me!" My tears were hot in my eyes again.

"Oh, Renesmee." My mom's face immediately went from looking like a total stranger, to a caring mother. "Sweetie, everything it ok. No one is mad at you." She knew me too well.

"Dad is." I mumbled against her shoulder.

"No I'm not," He sat on the edge of my bed. "We're not quite sure what's going on with you."

"Me? I'm fine."

My dad shook his head and I noticed the rest of my family huddled in my doorway.

"Yes, you are fine, but some of your thoughts have been…" My mom thought quickly as she searched for the right word. "Blocked." She stared into my eyes patiently until I realized what she was saying.

"He can't hear my thoughts?"

"Some of them he can. Others seem to get blocked."

"Is there something wrong with me?" I asked nervously.

My dad shook his head and took my hands in his. "We think your gift is progressing. You flipped both my talent and Mom's with the way no one can keep your thoughts out of their head. I don't think you have to touch someone in order for them to hear your thoughts anymore. You have to focus on the person, and if you want to protect your mind you can." My dad looked at my mom and sighed. "Just like Mom can."

"A shield?" I asked, more confused than I was before.

"Not exactly. Just shielding your mind from others until you want them to hear what you want to say. Think something you don't want your father to hear." My Grandpa said.

I did as he said and thought about how happy I was to have Jacob here. "Anything?" I asked my dad.

He looked at my grandpa and shook his head.

"Interesting." My grandpa smiled. "Renesmee, think something you only want your mother to hear, but don't touch her."

I turned to my mom and slid away from her. Thank you for the party tonight, Mom. Oh, and you will tell me what imprinting means.

She gasped and then smiled. "You're welcome, and when your ready." She said and looked at Jacob leaning against the wall.

"Edward, did you hear her?" My grandpa asked anxiously.

"Nothing." My dad sighed.

"But you heard her, Bella?"

She looked up at my grandpa and nodded.

"I believe our Renesmee has fully grown into her talent." My grandpa walked over to me and kissed my forehead. "You can place your thoughts in anyone's mind you want, but you must be careful about it. We don't need you to slip up at school since you don't have to touch anyone in order for them to hear you."

I was very excited about my new and improved talent. I could keep my dad out whenever I wanted, at the same time no one could keep me out whenever I wanted. "Sweet!" I hissed.

"And the fun begins." My dad groaned.