I'm baaaack! Just like I promised lol. Here we are the sequal has arrived! This chapter basically explains the plot on it's own, so I dont have to explain anything. If you haven't read Forever Young yet, well this is the sequal. Some characters may seem a bit confusing if you haven't read my first story. For those of you who did read Forever Young, Enjoy the sequal!


"Happy Birthday, nudger!" My mom fluttered over to my bed, so graceful that it made me jealous. I knew she wasn't always like that, which made me feel a little better. Being that I was half vampire and half human, all my human traits were inherited from my unnaturally clumsy mother. I'm not a baby anymore. Why does she still have to call me nudger? She opened my curtains and the bright sun shone directly into my eyes. I groaned and rolled away from the annoying bright light, and the glittering skin of my mom. "Get up sleepyhead." She sang and the blankets disappeared from my bed.

"Come on! If it's my birthday I get to sleep in." I sat up, pouting.

"I can't believe your 6 already. Six years ago today you entered this world."

I groaned. "Here we go again." I loved my mom dearly, but did she have to give this speech every year? It's always the same thing… I came into this world, at the same time my father had to change my mother in order to keep her alive. Ok when I tell the story it sounds like a nightmare, but when my mother, Bella, tells it she makes it sound like a fairytale. I hate that they go by the actual year I was born, and not my physical age. I may be only 6 years old, but I like to say today I'm 11. "Where's dad?" I asked when my mom was done with her story.

"Getting your present set up." My mom smiled at me and disappeared into my closet. She threw out a sundress. Since we lived on an island it was always hot, so my closet was full of sundresses. Thanks to my Aunt Alice. Aunt Alice is the only one I know that says I'm not like my mom. Style is something I grew up around, so I became accustomed to it. My mother on the other hand never had a sense of style when she was human. Trust me, I've seen the pictures to prove it.

"Present?" I asked excitedly.

"Get dressed and come see what it is." Before she could hand me my dress I was off the bed and running down the hall.

"Dad!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the cathedral ceiling in the living room. What did you get me? Where are you? I loved being able to talk to my dad through my thoughts. He didn't answer me, so I found the living room empty and ran into my play room. That was also empty. Marco! I heard my dads muffled laughter.

"Polo!" He called out and I spun in the direction of his voice.

Marco! I called out again in my thoughts.

His laughter was louder as I made my way to where my parents room was.

"Polo!" He yelled and I flung their bedroom door open. That room was also empty, but their sliding glass door was wide open.

"That game just isn't the same when you only hear one side of it." My mom laughed as she walked up behind me.

"Well I would have been able to find him a lot easier if he just told me where he was."

"This was more fun." Edward, my father smirked as he walked into the room. "Happy birthday sweetheart." He bent down and kissed my forehead.

"What did you get me?" I asked, bouncing around both my parents.

"It's outside." My mom covered my eyes as my dad took my hand. "Step down." My dad told me when we reached their door. I stepped down into what was the garden in our backyard. The stone was hot against my feet, but I didn't care. "Ok Bella." My dad said, and my mom took her hand off my eyes. It took them a minute to adjust to the bright sun.

"NO WAY!" I screamed when I saw the four wheeler I've been drooling over for the last 2 years. We have all this land around us, and running and riding my bike was not as fun as if I one a four wheeler. My dad wouldn't get it for me because he thought I was too young. He would tell me "Absolutely not!" Then he'd go off mumbling something like, "Do you have to be exactly like your mother?" I never understood that part, but whatever I have one now!

"It's all yours. With a few rules." Of course he made rules. What overprotective father doesn't make rules. I'm sure he made the manufacturer put in airbags somewhere. "Tried that, but they wouldn't do it." He answered my unasked question. I rolled my eyes. "Rule number one, you don't go riding on your own. Ever. I find out you did and I crumble it until it's nothing but dust."

"So… what your going to run by my side? That's no fun." I wined.

"Bella!" He called out, and I realized my mother wasn't behind me anymore. I heard the rev of an engine, and she came flying around the corner of the house on a larger four wheeler.

"I can handle that." I smiled. Even though we were the only ones on the island (being that it was my mother's island) my parents were always thinking of something fun for us to do. We've been here for a little under 3 years, and I have yet to be bored. It's times like this that I'm extremely happy both my parents are forever frozen as teenagers.

"Rule number two, you are to wear your helmet and jacket at all times."

"No way! That thing looks hideous, and it's way too hot for a jacket." I protested. The no riding alone I could handle, but not the bulky gear.

"Then you don't ride at all. I will not risk you falling off and getting hurt." My dad picked up the black and gold helmet and slid it onto my head. He knocked on the top of the helmet and laughed. "She reminds me of you." He said to my mom. I had to turn my whole body to look at her. She was still on her four wheeler as she threw her head back laughing.

"Yup, and I hated all that just as much as she does." She told him.

"She had a four wheeler when she was human?" I asked, almost in shock. I heard stories of how clumsy my mother was, and the thought of someone selling her a four wheeler was quite comical. My dad laughed as he listened to my thoughts.

"Not a four wheeler. She went out and got herself 2 motorcycles and her and Jacob fixed them up."

"A motorcycle!" I said through hysterics.

"Yes, and because I didn't have the right safety gear at first I lost control of the bike, flew over the handlebars, and ended up with stitches in my head." My mom pointed to the side of her head.

"You never told me that." My dad sounded shocked.

"You never asked." She shrugged.

"Ok, back to the present now. I'll wear the helmet, but I don't want to wear the jacket." I compromised.

"Wear the jacket for the first couple rides. Then depending on how well you do, I'll consider you not having to wear it." Of course he was going to do that.

"Deal!" I said holding out my hand and he shook it. "Can we go riding?"

"Don't you want to get dressed first? And I think there are a bunch of people waiting to say happy birthday to you." My dad said, taking the helmet off of my head. My long wavy hair fell around me. It used to be nothing but curls, but as I got older they stretched out a lot. My hair color is exactly like my dad, but I ended up with my mothers wavy hair.

"Jakey!" I turned and ran back through my parents room and into my playroom. I had a computer that my parents gave me for my first birthday on the island. It was complete with a webcam and surround sound in the room, so it sounded like whoever I was talking to was right here with me. Being that I have the coolest parents in the world they made sure everyone back home had a webcam to chat with me. The first one I saw pop onto the screen was my best friend in the entire world. My Jakey. He was the best big brother figure I could ever ask for. I loved when he was around me. He makes me feel happy.

"Hey munchkin! Happy birthday." He said, and blew me a kiss.

"Hi Jake!" I waved and blew him a kiss back.

"How's your day going so far?"

"Great! Mom woke me up, and said daddy had my present outside. They got me a four wheeler!" I squealed.

"Seriously? Edward… Edward got you a motorized vehicle without un-crushable walls surrounding you?"

"I heard that!" My dad called from the other room.

"Yup! I got one, but he got him and my mom one too. I cant ride unless they go with me, and I have to wear a stupid helmet." I pouted.

"Wear it. I don't want to see that pretty little head of yours all messed up." Jacob said, and my dad growled in the other room. I didn't understand why he disliked Jacob so much, but I learned to ignore it.

"I have no choice. Besides, mom told me about her little motorcycle accident."

"Ah, yes." He said laughing. "That was an interesting day."

"I bet!" I laughed.

"So, Bella is back into riding dirty. Nice. can't wait to come and take you riding." Jacob winked at me.

"When are you coming?! Come now!" I bounced in my seat.

Jacob burst into laughter as he watched me. "Finish with your school work, and when your done for the summer I'll be there to visit."

"Seriously?" I asked, still bouncing.

"Promise." He nodded once then sighed. "Your Aunts want to say hi. Have a very happy birthday, and I miss you kiddo."

"Miss you too Jakey." I blew him another kiss and he did the same.

Both Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie slid into the seat after Jacob got up and they waved. "You look so old! Stop growing." Aunt Rosalie said.

"Happy birthday, beautiful. See she even looks cute in her pajamas. I'm proud to call you my niece." Aunt Alice, of course was looking at what I was wearing.

"I miss you guys." I said, laughing.

"Nessie!" I heard my cousin yell from off the camera.

"Lyss!" Alyssa came into view and Aunt Rosalie pulled her onto her lap.

"Guess what!" She yelled as she leaned onto the desk. "Claire and I are coming for spring break!" She said before I had the chance to speak.

"Seriously? That's awesome! Who decided that one?" I asked.

"We did." My mom said as she walked into the room. She knelt behind the chair and waved. "Hey guys!"

"Hi!" The three of them said back.

"Where's my brother?" Aunt Alice asked.

"Right here." He said as he walked into the room with a plate of chocolate chip pancakes and a candle burning on top. He flicked the light off and I looked back at the screen. Grandma and Grandpa Cullen appeared along with both my uncles and Jacob. They all sang happy birthday to me and my dad knelt next to me so I can blow out the candle. "Make a wish." He whispered before I blew it out.

I closed my eyes and smiled. I cant wish for anything. I have everything I've ever wanted. I opened my eyes and blew out the candle.

"I love you." My dad kissed my forehead and swiped his thumb across my cheek. "Say goodbye and come eat some breakfast." My dad turned to the computer screen and smiled. "We'll talk to you later."

Each of them said their goodbyes and their I love you's. I waved and blew them a kiss before jumping off the chair and going to eat my breakfast.