A/N:: I'mma beech for-a not posting dis sooner den I tot I vould. Bithens at me-ith all you wantith, but I have been busy-ith. Well that's-a huge-ish lie. I've procrastinated, Okay? I got caught up in reading this FanFiction that I have not read-ith in awhile so, yea. Um, but hey, I watched the Eclipse Trailer! Well I actually stayed up all night on March 11th JUST until it was posted on YouTube. I watched it about 4-5 times then went to bed, then woke up took a shower and read FFs!

Disclaimer::

What Nikki Owns:: ALL of The 69 Eyes albums, a new H.I.M. jacket, and a pirated New Moon DVD.

What SMeyer owns:: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, Midnight Sun, and The Host.

On with the show?

Okay, you peeps are gonna hatens me after this chappie is over with. *tissues at the ready?* *Good*

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Chapter Seven:: un-Meeting the Parents and a not so un-possible heartbreak.

Nessie POV::

I stared out my window looking at the beautiful sunrise over the cliffs of La Push beach, contemplating on how I was to explain to my 'rents about how I was the girlfriend of an Official La Push Head Banger. My dad HATED anyone and anything that revolved around head bangers and moshing. Psh. I love Jacob Ephraim Black. And NO ONE—especially my father—was going to get in my way to love Jacob. I have this feeling that I KNOW Jacob is going to be the one for me my entire life. I just don't know if he feels the same way about me. He said he loved you. My conscious said in a matter-of-fact voice. I know he loves me, but does he just say that because he wants to get into my pants? It's possible. Damn conscious. Just wish it would shut up. I just don't know if I could handle if he was just using me. I mean, what if he DID get into my pants, and then had his full of me, and left me pregnant and alone and not want me OR the baby?

I felt the tears sting in my eyes at that thought.

I hear a knock at my bedroom door, and I quickly wiped the tears that had fallen over, off of my cheeks.

"Come in."

My dad opened the door and walked in with some tea and my favorite blanket that my auntie Rosalie made me when I was five and had my tonsils pulled out. That was my Binky-By.

"Hey Sweetgirl, I figured you might want some of your favorite tea, and I found Mr. Binky-By while I was unpacking some of the boxes last night. I thought it might help with your cold." Ah, my cold. Not to mention on the side of my horrible cold, the crimson tide had rolled around. PMS: the worst curse that a female species had to endure. It is also why I had missed school today and apparently Jacob had some kind of 'Doctor's Appointment' so he couldn't go to school either.

Dad walked over and placed the tray of tea and Binky-By on my drawing table, then walked over to my bed and patted 'Alpha' my Doberman Pincher on the head while she purred into his hand.

"What are you looking at, Mc-Fly?" Ah, Mc-Fly. My nick name ever since I could remember. Only my daddy called me that.

"Nothing. Just the sunrise. It's beautiful here. I don't think I wanna move from here. Ever"

"Neither does your mother." He said with a chuckle.

I felt a sudden urge to hug my father. I lurched out of my spot that I was standing, and launched myself at him and let the tears flow. I just wanted my daddy time.

"Oh, sweetie, what's wrong?" He said as he hugged me tighter.

"I-I just wa-wanna b-be held b-by y-you." I stammered out.

"Oh, sweetheart. It's gonna be ok." He whispered right before he started to hum me a sweet lullaby.

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I must have fallen asleep. I woke up and noticed that it was 1.00 PM. SHIT! That means that. . Oh Jeebus Mary Manson! Jacob is gonna be here any second and I was still in my Taylor Lautner Tank Top and Panty PJ's! Fuck! Ok, think fast. Get into shower, get out, get dressed, brush hair and put on some mascara and lip gloss. Okay got it.

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After I had gotten all ready I headed down stairs and planned on telling mummy and daddy about Jacob. I walked into the living room and saw my ma and pa sitting on my couch watching their favorite show 'Married . . . with kids' or something like that. Okay, here goes nothing.

"Mom, dad. Can we talk?"

"Sure sweet girl. What it is?" my mother replied.

"Well, um, I think you might wanna to just sit back down."

"Renesmee. Did you crash the Ashton Marten?!" Dad screeched.

"No dad. I did not hurt your baby. I don't even know where the keys to it are anyway."

"Ok, then what is it you want to tell us?" Dad huffed and crossed his arms over his chest while mom rubbed his shoulders to try and relax him.

"Ok, well. . . um . . . you see. . . there is this 'someone' and I kinda want you to meet him." I said barely even speaking while I blushed.

"Bella, she said 'him'. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later." My dad sighed with sadness in his voice.

"What time is he supposed to be here?" mom asked.

"Here in about thirty minutes. Why?"

"Just wondering if I had enough time to calm your father down." She weakly smiled at me.

"Oh. Alright then. Mind if I take over the remote for a bit?"

"Sure. Go ahead sweet baby." See, I have them wrapped around my fingers. Eh, but I love them.

I took the remote from the arm rest of the love seat and headed my way over to the Lazy Boy recliner and turned the T.V. to 'That's 70's Show'.

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I had watched about 3 episodes of 70's show. Where the HELL could Jacob be?! I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Jacob's number.

About four rings later, someone answered.

"Hello?" This wasn't Jacob. This was a woman. She was out of breath. WTF????!!!!

"Uh, h-hi. Is Jacob there?" I asked nervously. Maybe I had the wrong number.

"Oh, he sure is. And he just gave me the best fucking orgasm EVER!" Then the phone line went dead.

I was hurt.

I knew it. He's just a man whoring-head-banger how fucks ANYTHING with a vagina!

I felt the tears run down my cheeks and I ran up stairs to my bed room and crawled into bed and wished that hell would swallow me whole.