Hmmm, still not that many reviews…? But anyway, I'm hoping to post this by sometime today (remember I still have a project due today). Review and enjoy, thanks.
Again, I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's work, solely the plot and some new characters in this story.
****************************Bella*************************************
My mind raced frantically; Nessie wasn't going to settle for our story for too long, especially considering our poor reactions towards her latest crime. Edward came towards me; I wasn't surprised to see the somewhat smug expression on his face.
I felt a little sorry for Oliver, knowing perfectly well what my over-analytical husband was capable of when he was upset. I met him halfway, anxious.
"Does Nessie know anything yet?" I asked him, intertwining my hands into his. He nodded his head, "She believes Alice, but she is suspicious of our unexpected lenience. Oliver's going to affirm that Jacob went to Billy…" he paused, turning his head towards the young couple that had entered the room. Nessie didn't look worried anymore, but…was she angry about something?
"Nessie knows something isn't right, Bella," Edward said to me quietly, "I gave it away the most, I'm sorry, I didn't want to get upset with her, given current events."
I patted him sympathetically, "Stop blaming yourself, I did the same thing. It's just, well, you're the scary vampire dad."
This got a small smile out of him, he turned to look at me adoringly, "Am I really that scary?"
I motioned over towards Nessie and Oliver again; Oliver was throwing worried glances towards our direction. Edward chuckled. "Don't worry about him, I didn't exactly hurt him…much."
I threw an obnoxious glance in his direction. "Really, Edward, was that necessary?"
Edward's eyes suddenly flashed. "Oh, it was necessary alright."
"What was necessary?" asked Emmett, having appeared by my side. "I smell a bit of vengeance, am I right? Let me guess, Jacob finally made a move on Ness?"
I grimaced. None of the family, aside from Alice, Jasper, myself and Edward, knew of Jacob's leave, or the plan for that matter. We'd decided to leave it till the morning to discuss.
"Actually, no," said Edward, not in the least perturbed at the mention of Jacob, "it was Oliver."
Emmett smiled widely, flexing his huge biceps as he made a punching sign. "Want me to show him a lesson?" he asked, turning to wave at Nessie and Oliver. Nessie made a face at him as Oliver paled and cringed beside her.
I laughed, "Stop it, Emmett. Edward already scared him enough for the next year or so."
"What? And I missed out!" he looked disappointed. I rolled my eyes; leave it to Emmett to break the ice.
Esme and Carlisle came over to join us. I glanced nervously at Edward, unsure if he'd be able to psyche Carlisle out. Edward was flawless though, giving away nothing but the fact that Oliver had paid for his little 'over-friendliness' with Nessie.
Esme frowned at that. "Edward, how could you have scared him like that? You and Bella don't exactly set the perfect example," she scolded.
If I wasn't a vampire I would've blushed, but Edward simply smiled in return. "But I'm over a hundred years old…and Bella's at least of age," he winked at me when I protested 'hey I'm actually a year older than you!'
Carlisle was looking at the couple in question, and I picked up on their conversation. Before Carlisle could ask Edward answered.
"Yes, Jacob left awhile ago to spend Christmas with Billy," he said, looking at Carlisle meaningfully. I could see that Carlisle understood there was something more, but, as was his way, Carlisle trusted Edward did what he did for a reason.
"Oh, well that was very nice of him," he said faintly, turning back to Esme. They made their way over to Charlie—who was enjoying the company of the pack in front of the television.
"Damn, if it isn't one boy it's his twin," Edward muttered, eyeing the three warily. I blinked.
"What now?" I asked, concerned.
Edward didn't answer right away, simply muttered, "Come on, follow her, make sure she doesn't leave, ignore Tom…" he said, then, "Ugh, that boy is getting more and more on my nerves." I watched alongside him as Nessie left the room.
"Edward?" I said, panic creeping into my voice.
"Come on, Bella," he said, taking my hand, " she knows something's up."
We waited a couple of seconds before following her out. On the way Edward mumbled something quickly to Alice, who nodded and went about what Edward had asked of her.
This was getting more and more complicated.
********************************Nessie**********************************
We decided to rejoin the party—where we couldn't possibly get in any trouble—and I walked in first, Oliver lagging behind slightly. He looked shaken, and I realized that though I might've got off the hook, he hadn't been so fortunate. We sat in a corner by Tom—who had finally stopped eating—and despite the gut feeling that something was wrong, I focused my attention on Oliver. Daddy had obviously done something to him.
"Oliver," I said, turning to him, "are you ok?"
He smiled at me, a bit nervously, "I'm fine, Renesmee, we just talked is all—" he suddenly paled, his back hunching slightly as he…hid?...behind me. I followed the direction of his worried gaze, and made a face. Emmett was waving at us, flexing his biceps at the same time, an evil smile on his friendly face. At this rate I would never be able to have a relationship…
"So what did you guys talk about?" Tom intervened. I looked at Oliver, having been wondering the same thing. Oliver blushed.
"Well, he pretty much threatened to murder me if we ever did anything like that again," he mumbled.
Tom and I gawked at him.
"He did what?" I screeched.
"What exactly did you two do?" demanded Tom.
Oliver looked between the two of us, then said, "Don't worry about it, we already decided we'd tone it down."
"Tone what down, dear brother?" Tom asked, anger seething into his just moments ago friendly voice. It baffled me…what did our relationship matter to him?
"None of your business, brother," Oliver replied in the same bothered tone, then turned to me, "oh and by the way, Renesmee, I don't think you'll find Jacob here. I forgot to tell you I saw him take off towards La Push earlier."
"Jacob left? Wait, where have you two been all this time anyway?" continued Tom. We both ignored him.
Jacob's name brought back Alice's explanation to mind. "Oh, yeah, I know, Alice told me he was going to spend Christmas with Billy…though I wish he would've told me," I noticed the sad turn my voice took, immediately regretting it when Oliver's recent 'cower' became possessive.
"Um, guys?" Tom again.
"Billy will be happy, Renesmee, you wouldn't want Jacob feeling bad because his sick dad spent Christmas alone, would you?" Oliver asked, though a bit harsher than necessary. I scowled at him.
"Of course not, but maybe we could've all gone, you know, just us three at least. I'm sure we wouldn't have been missed," I reasoned with him.
"Like I'm obviously not being missed right now," muttered Tom.
"If he wanted us to go he would've asked," countered Oliver. It made my face flush,
"Well, if you hadn't been busy groping me maybe he would've had the chance to ask."
"You groped her?" Tom's eyes went wide.
"Hey, you're the one that came to me, remember?" Oliver retorted back, "It was mutual, you could've stopped it anytime, but you didn't."
"Oh yeah well—" I suddenly stopped, noticing the stupid thing we were arguing over, the stupid thing I had brought up…what was wrong with me? I shook my head, "Sorry, I don't know what got into me…I'll be back."
Oliver's flushed face returned to its normal color. "Where are you going?"
I studied him for a second. He really was beautiful…and my dad had just nearly taken his head off, why was I doing the same?...I couldn't explain why, but I was distraught. I knew something wasn't right and here I was taking it out on the one boy who could make me happy with a simple smile and a kiss…I needed to calm down, to think.
"I'm just going to my room real quick," I said, "I'll be back in five."
Oliver made to follow me, a worry I didn't understand crossing his handsome Quilette features, but Tom pulled him from the loop of his jeans back onto the stool.
"Oh you're not going anywhere," he muttered, "you're going to explain what exactly is going on with you two."
"Hey, now wait one sec—" but I didn't hear Oliver's response. I was already headed to Carlisle's study, the one place I knew no one would be in right now, a place with a phone. I needed to talk to someone, to someone who could ease me of anything with the mere sound of his voice, and even though I knew Jacob was probably busy—the thought caused me pain, Jacob too busy for me—I needed to hear him. He would tell me I was over-thinking things—thanks for that trait, daddy—and that I should just sit back and enjoy the party. I searched through Carlisle's phone book till I found the number I was looking for.
Billy Black.
Ok, I think I'm losing the 'exciting' factor. I'll work on it, but for now, what do you think I'm going to ask of you?...of course, review! I'll be waiting to hear what you all think, the next update should be up soon, thanks.