Authors Note: I am dead serious when I say this is the third time I had to write this authors note. The page has crashed twice, and I'm ready to punch someone or something. Whichever comes first. ARG. I hate retyping things. I actually had this entire thing proofread and edited and then what happens? THE PAGE CRASHES.

Story of my freaking life.

So anyways, I'm sorry this took so long to get out. It took over a month actually. It's because I started highschool, and that got in the way. So much homework. Plus I'm on the bowling team now (don't say anything, bowling is awesome) and that takes up a lot of time.

Okay so I didn't really like writing this chapter, but I did. I had a lot of fun with the end, but the beginning is a bit rocky so forgive me please. And now I'll shut up so you can read it...

Falling Through: Chapter 6 - Get the Hint

"Renesmee, darling, Charlie is on the phone and wants to talk to you!" Edward announced from the living room. Nessie and I were eating chocolate in the kitchen.

"Don't you dare touch my piece, Jake. If you do, then I'll know, and you will regret it. I know where you live," Nessie warned before leaving for the living room.

I wasn't really trying to eavesdrop—well I sort of wasn't. Maybe. But I still heard everything that went on in the conversation on the phone.

"Hello, grandpa," Nessie greeted, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hey there, Ness. So when are you going to come and stay with for a night? I haven't seen you in a while, kid," Charlie replied.

"I don't really know. We have visitors at the moment; I think that it might be rude for me to just leave for the night…" Nessie contemplated. I know she loved spending time with Charlie. They got along so well. Charlie absolutely adored her.

Even though it's only been a bit over seven years since Nessie was born and she was already full grown, Charlie never said anything about it. He sort of just ignored it. That's his way of dealing with things, I guess. Huh. I don't get it. If I were him, I would be seriously concerned if my granddaughter went through puberty overnight and went from zero to eighteen in about seven years. It's just not normal. But then again, things haven't been very normal for him ever since Bella started hanging around. That's Bella for you. He should be used to abnormal now.

"Put your mother on the phone Ness," Charlie said. "I'm sure I can convince her that you need to visit me." Even though Nessie wasn't in the kitchen with me, I could practically see the smile on her lips as she passed the phone to her mother.

"Hello, Dad…yes I know you haven't seen her in a while," Bella said.

"Well then, let her stay at my house for a day or so," Charlie replied.

"I normally wouldn't say no—but we have guests visiting, and I—um—I don't know how that would go over…" Bella trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

"Please, Bells. Break the rules, just this one time," Charlie begged.

It seemed to me like Charlie was getting a bit desperate about the situation. That was out of character for him.

"Well…I guess I could let her stay at your house…for a day or so," Bella caved.

"Thanks Bells," Charlie replied.

I didn't listen to the rest of their conversation after that because Nessie came back into the kitchen.

"So," I said. "It looks like you'll be staying at Charlie's."

"Yep." She took a piece of chocolate and plopped it into her mouth, grinning widely. "And so I need to pack."

She bent down and kissed me on the cheek before heading out of the kitchen. I heard her footsteps exit the house, going to the cottage to get her stuff together.

Just then, the Russians came inside. They had been touring the town, which made me anxious enough, knowing they were near people, putting them all in danger. But Carlisle went with them, so it wasn't so bad.

Just then, Lavrenti entered the room.

I stared at him, probably rudely, as he slid into the chair Nessie had vacated a few minutes ago.

"Hello, Jacob," he greeted, smiling warmly. As though we were friends. Ha! Like that would ever happen!

"Hey," I growled in response.

"So how long have you known Nessie?" he asked, straightforwardly. It made me sick to hear him use the nickname I made up for her. Even though everyone else used it as well. It just sounded really bad to me when he used it. Like it was too good for him.

"Forever," I replied. "I was there when she was born."

"That's got to be weird," he stated.

My eyes narrowed at him. How dare he come into my house and say this type of stuff to me! Oh. My. God. I just referred to the Cullen's house as "my house." God, I've really got to get out more.

The nerve of this guy! Making me think things I don't mean!

"Why does it have to be weird?" I asked.

He shrugged. "It just is. Because you grew up with her and everything. It seems more like a brother sister relationship than an intimate one."

I balled my hands into fists and held them firmly in my lap. "It's called Imprinting, and I'm lucky to have known her as long as I have."

"Oh you're lucky alright. I'm not saying you're not. Nessie is one amazing girl," He said, as though he was admiring a painting.

That was it. I was going to explode. This guy did not talk about my Nessie like that. Especially not right in front of me. He was going to die, and I was going to do the honors.

"Amazing is an understatement," I said, getting up from my chair, fists at my sides, face hard in a grimace. "And you're going to stay away from her."

He looked a little bit taken back by what I said. But it didn't stop him from saying, "Why?"

WHY? WHY?! WHAT KIND OF QUESTION WAS THAT?!

My entire body was shaking, and I would have phased and attacked this guy if I hadn't heard Nessie's soft footsteps near the kitchen door. She must be back from packing. God, she's fast. And just in time.

I breathed a deep breath, calming myself. I didn't want to scare her.

"Jacob, are you ready to go?" she asked, pushing open the door.

I watched the expression of surprise register on Nessie's face as she took in the sight of me standing at the head of the table, still slightly shaking with Lavrenti sitting just feet away from me, easy grin on his face, resting his arm on the table. She knew something was up, and I knew she would be grilling me about it later.

"Oh, Hello, Lavrenti. Back already?"

"It would appear so," he replied. "Why do you have that?"

Nessie looked down at the purple oversized bag in her hand, as though she had forgotten it was even there. I answered for her. "She's staying at her grandpa's house for a while."

I emphasized a while, just so he'd get the hint that I didn't want him near her. That is, if he hadn't already gotten it although, I thought I made it pretty clear.

"Yeah, what he said," Renesmee said, pulling a hand through her hair.

"And we need to get going," I said firmly.

"We do?" she asked, looing confused.

"Yes," I replied. She looked at my serious expression and nodded before leaving the room.

I shot a warning glance at Lavrenti before following her out of the room.

Shockingly enough, Nessie didn't ask me anything about the kitchen situation when we were in the car. She was probably saving that for later.

Ah well, it wasn't like I was going to just bring it up. Hell no. If she wanted to pretend—even if just for the time being—that it never happened, then hey, I'm all for it.

"More slugs your mugs, I introduced you anyways, you're a rave, spun undone I met you in an alleyway, and I'm never okay! I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together! And I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together!" Nessie sang.

Yeah, so the radio was playing. Or actually blairing, because Nessie liked to get the "full effect" of the song by blasting the music at full volume. I don't know how she can stand it. It drives me insane. I swear we're both going to be deaf soon if she keeps this up.

Nessie has been into these girl rock indie type bands. I personally don't get it, but at least it isn't country. I hate country. And some of the music she likes isn't too bad, so I don't complain. Not that I'd complain anyways.

Her personal song of choise was "Keeping It Together" by Katy Rose. But she has this thing where she will replace words that she finds inappropriate. The usual outcome is pretty strange, but her parents would be proud. So instead of singing the real lyrics to a song which are usually filled with negative words and whatnot, she'll sing things like "more slugs your mugs" which never make much sense. But at least it's entertaining.

"Nessie, you just butchered the chorus!" I yelled over the music.

She turned the volume down to a normal level.

"There were too many bad words!" she said. "And it's still good. I think the version I made up was pretty innovative."

"If that's what you want to call it…" I told her.

"Well, jeez, Mr. I-say-bad-words." She rolled down all of the windows of the Volvo. She liked to "enlighten" the world with her music choices by letting everyone hear what she's listening to. But when you think about it, we were in a foresty area and it wasn't like anyone other than forest creatures could hear her, so she was only "enlightening" the trees and animals. I think that's called noise pollution.

"You say bad words, Ness. Don't deny it."

"Yeah but I don't sing them!"

"Is there a difference?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered simply, as though it was obvious.

"Well then. If you say so Miss. I-Wont-Sing-Curse-Words-Because-I'm-Enlightening-Snow-White," I replied.

"Why Snow White?"

"Because you're enlightening forest animals and Snow White lives with forest animals," I replied.

"No, actually, Snow White lives with Dwarves," she argued.

"Same difference…"

"Leave Disney Princesses out of this. It's not like you can sing any better than I can," Renesmee challenged.

"Ahem! I have a beautiful voice, I don't know what you're talking about! Turn it up and let me prove my greatness!" I knew I couldn't sing better than her perfect voice, but what the heck.

Ness turned up the volume and when the chorus came back around again I belted out the real lyrics: "Whore, fuck your drugs, I introduced you anyways! You're a slave! Spun undone I met you in an alleyway and I'm never okay! Cause I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together! I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together!"

Yeah, so my voice sounded scratchy and the pitching was way off, but I think that was a pretty good attempt.

Plus it got Nessie laughing hysterically, so I earned bonus points.

Authors Note Continued: So, my lovelies, how was it? This isn't where I planned on ending it, but I still like the ending. That's what I say every time, isn't it? Ah, well. It's true.

So I will leave you hanging there until I can get the next chapter out, which hopefully wont take too long. I'm thinking a week or two, but don't quote me on that.

Oh and the song lyrics used were from "Keeping it Together" by Katy Rose, which an awesome song. Katy Rose is my all-time favorite singer who is majorly under recognized(which is really saying something) and I encourage you to Google her because she is amazing.

This Chapters Playlist (songs I listened to while writing): "Ignorance" by Paramore, "Keeping It Together" by Katy Rose, "Enchanted" by Katy Rose, "License to Thrill" by Katy Rose, "Hot Mess" by Ashley Tisdale, and "The Horror of Our Love" by Ludo.

Thanks for reading! Please review, and I'll get the next chapter out as soon as I can!