First things first, the reviews are starting to FINALLY come in, now that's what I'm talking about, but of course this must be an ongoing process; with your comments, critiques, etc., I can better myself as a writer and in turn this story. Thank you so much to all my reviewers, it makes me want to jump out of a tree and eat a mountain lion, ha! Ok, I'll stop talking; here's another chapter, enjoy!

And once again, I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's brilliance, solely the plot and new additions to this story.

*****************************Nessie************************************

Things were looking great, no, fantastic! Now that Jake could be my friend again, I found myself making up excuses to make up for lost time with him, even several times towards Tom and Oliver, which says a lot; the twins always managed to make me smile, especially Oliver, and I hated minimizing our time together…but I also needed Jake, he was my best friend, part of my family, and family comes first.

I had a feeling the twins knew who I was putting them of for, but they never said a thing. I made it up to them by keeping our little haven a secret, even from Jake, but it didn't bother me that much; Jake and I had lots of history together, it only seemed fair that I leave some things strictly Tom-Oliver-Renesmee. Mom told me it was important to have friends outside of what I was used to, but even without that advice I knew Tom and Oliver were already a part of my life, nothing like my best buddy, of course, but definitely necessary.

With so much joy in my life, the only problem I faced now was balancing my friends and family. I'd been spending most of my time with Jake, and so today I had been given permission to skip school to hang out with the twins. They'd gotten permission too as soon as I'd told them about it. It was Friday, two weeks before Christmas, and the three of us had a whole day planned out. I was excited, I mean, I saw them everyday at school, but I really had limited our time together.

I rummaged through my closet, trying to find the perfect outfit. We would start the day off with a movie. There was a vampire flick showing and I wanted to see it—mostly to see how ridiculous the cinema portrayed us. Afterwards we'd probably get something to eat, then head out to this new video game store that Tom wanted to go to, and finally, back to our hideaway. It wasn't exactly the most exciting day, true, but as long as I got to spend some time with them, I didn't care.

I found a maroon, long sleeved with a v cut, blouse. I would have preferred wearing something more summer-ish, but it was December, and most people would find it weird. I matched it with some black jeans and boots; the ensemble was good enough. I left it on the bed while I showered.

Twenty minutes later, I screamed.

*********************Alice*************************************

"Jasper," I called out. He was by my side in a flash.

"Yes, my love," he purred in my ear. If my heart still beat it would have fluttered, I looked up at him and batted my eyes.

"Rosalie's giving Jacob a hard time again, and Bella and Edward are at the cottage, again, so they can't stop them...I was right in the middle of a vision," I explained to him, "they're giving me a headache."

He smiled at me, "I'll see what I can manage."

Two seconds later, the arguing stopped. I smiled, almost wickedly. It was convenient having a mood puppeteer for a mate. I focused on my vision once more, but something else appeared instead.

Something falling on the floor…a…pink bra?

And then I knew, without really seeing, what was going to happen in less than a sec—

"ALICE!!!!!"

Oh dear, I thought, as I rushed up to my niece's room.

**************************Nessie**************************************

I couldn't believe it, there was just no—no way!

Alice rushed into my room and closed the door behind her. "Nessie," she said, "relax, breathe."

I simply nodded my head back and forth at her; I was still in the towel I'd wrapped around myself, I pointed at what was obviously some kind of cruel joke.

Alice followed my finger to the pile of thirty Victoria Secret bras on the floor. She didn't look surprised, though, simply pained.

"Tell me that this is a joke," I choked out, "It was Emmet, right? He switched out all my bras and replaced them with…whatever size is under A," but even as I said, I knew I was kidding myself. Emmet might be a joker, but he would never go through my underwear drawer.

"Nessie," Alice asked in her dainty voice, "have your bras been fitting tighter than usual?"

I looked at her, at my tiny, future- seeing, vampire aunt…I couldn't lie to her. I nodded my head a fraction. Alice sighed and came over to sit beside me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she said.

"I," I stammered, "I didn't think it was a big deal, I mean, they didn't seem any bigger…I've seen Rosalie's boobs half way out of her bras, so I figured it was normal," I said, only realizing afterwards how stupid I sounded.

"Sweetie," Alice spoke, "Rosalie is Rosalie, that's her style…these bras didn't fit you like that when we bought them. Seriously, you didn't feel the difference?"

I thought for a moment. I'd been so happy these past several weeks that I really hadn't paid much attention to such details…and now my bras didn't fit me!

Alice seemed to understand without me saying anything; then she frowned. "I guess it's more my fault actually, I should've noticed the difference," she paused, now talking more to herself than with me, "Why didn't I notice? ...Well, she has been wearing mostly sweaters lately…" She suddenly looked at me.

"Do you know, more or less, the time that they started fitting tighter?" she asked me.

I tried to think, though it seemed a difficult thing to remember… "About two, maybe three weeks ago?"

Alice seemed to remember something, and nodded her head in understanding, as if the timing explained the sudden expanding of my abnormal chest. I was about to ask her what she knew when she got up and left the room, leaving me confused.

I felt self conscious again. This wasn't supposed to be happening, especially not today, if Alice put me in a…a…a—I gulped, forcing the letter out—a B cup, Tom and Oliver were bound to notice…the thought made me flush.

The door opened again and Alice walked in, Esme right behind her.

"Here, try this on," she said. I grabbed the thing she gave me and fled to the bathroom. I looked at the bra…it was a B cup alright. I fastened it on, dreading it would fit just like the thirty in the pile, but—

"Oh," I said aloud, then sighed in relief. The bra fit me too big. I walked out to show Alice and Esme. Their faces mirrored my relief. In the back of my head I noticed how odd it was that we all wanted my rapid growing to slow down, I mean, most girls would love to have 'big boobs,' but not me; not now anyway, I mean, I was still eleven! And then another thought occurred to me: was I still eleven?

"Well," Esme finally said, "it's a bit big, but yours are too small."

"She's somewhere in between," said Alice, then her face lit up. "I'll be right back."

While she was gone I made my way over to my grandma. "Why is this happening to me?" I asked, allowing her pull me into her lap. On any other grandma, a girl my size would've surely broken her bones, but Esme held me easily, she stroked my hair.

"You grow fast, sweetie, that's all," she said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world…still though, there's something about the way grandma's say things that make you feel like even though your world's falling apart, you know everything will be all right.

"How old am I?" I asked, the other thought that was bothering me.

She thought for a moment. "From the looks of it, I'd say you're twelve, going very quickly towards thirteen."

I sighed, not even surprised to hear how drastically I'd aged from about a month to the next. Alice came in then, holding out a—

"Sports bra?" I asked her, now mildly amused. Alice didn't do sports bras; the one she held in her hand now was pinched between two of her fingers, as if the mere casualness of it would infect her.

"Yes," she said, "I found it with your mom's old things, Bella loved wearing this kind of raggedy stuff," she made a face, then turned to me with a smile, "But these stretch, so it should be perfect for you, especially if you don't want too many people to notice your little spurt."

I grabbed it from her and ran for the second time to the bathroom. It was perfect.

I came out, and judging by the looks on Esme and Alice's faces, I could tell we had found a temporary solution to my little problem. "I guess I'll get you some more of those things," said Alice, "though, sorry Nessie, but I hope you grow into the B cup soon, I hate how ugly those things are."

I laughed, feeling much better as I slipped on the blouse and jeans. Looking at myself in the mirror I noticed I didn't look much different…well, an avid viewer might notice the slightly lifted stance of my bosom, but it wasn't anything extreme.

I wondered if Tom or Oliver would notice…they probably won't, I decided, they hadn't said anything the first time after all.

I looked at the time. Shoot! I was late. I raced out of my room and out of my house, slamming right into a broad chest.

"Oh, sorry Renesmee," said Oliver, leaning down to pick me up. I gasped...and here I was worried about them noticing ME change.

The twins were at least a head taller.

"What happened to you guys?" I mused, as we headed out. "You got…bigger!"

Tom just grinned, but Oliver said something that, much to my surprise, gave me chills.

"I wouldn't be talking if I were you."

I blushed of course.

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