Just want to let you know, that this is the second fanfic to my first Renesmee/Jacob fanfic, 'Daybreak,' so I would like to suggest that you read that first. (But feel free to read this anyway. :) )

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Chapter 1: New Home

Roughly two months later; August 26th

"Emmett! Those aren't our boxes! Ours are in the other van!" Rosalie hissed from the top of the stairway, in their new bedroom. I realized that Rose was grouchy when moving. It could just be because some of the Volturi escaped, and were after us still, but I mean, still. She never stopped yelling-especially at poor Emmett-while packing. Someone was apparently always doing something wrong, or too slow, or not good enough, or something. It was annoying, but all of us just decided to put up with it, because Rosalie was screeching at us enough as it was, we didn't need her to do so more.

Leaving Forks was tough, but as we started to leave Washington, I realized that I had to learn to get used to it, and not grow too attached to one place, but rather enjoy my time there, before it was over. I found this difficult to do; Forks was the place that I was born, where I grew up, where I had my first friends, and where I fell in love, everything. It held too many memories not to get attached. But I tried to look at the positive anyway.

Except there was a problem with that; there was no positive in my life.

Lives were lost in the battle, Charlotte acted as if she was fine, after losing Peter, but we all could see that she was anything but. After the fight, we discovered that certain members of the Volturi escaped, and were still after us, therefore, making the war not over, and a serrated knife held by a weak string above our heads, so that we couldn't escape the heavy, blinking target on our backs. My best friend that I'd ever had was killed just before my eyes, (Thank God that I wasn't looking.) with many others to witness the murder. And like I said, I was moving from the only place I'd ever known.

And just guess where to; Detroit Lakes, Minnesota. Ever heard of it? Neither have I. Which, I guess, makes sense due to the fact that we'd never move to some big city.

Detroit Lakes was a common tourist attraction to many outdoorsy types. Camping, fishing, skiing, tubing, just about anything within that nature. Good game for hunting though, in Minnesota, which is no coincidence, I'm guessing. Something that they were really popular for though, was something called 'We Fest.' It was apparently some giant music festival, mainly of country music, but there were other genres there once in a while. But, other than that, not much seemed to happen in this town. So I guess that it all makes sense why we're here.

We bought a large house a few miles north of town. It wasn't too big, but Esme was making plans to add onto it, especially with eleven people moving to the Midwest. My parents were thinking about renting their own house so that the main one wouldn't be so crowded, but decided against it, because it'd break Esme's heart to have them anywhere but where she was with the situation that everyone was in. Although, Jacob was seriously thinking about getting an apartment for himself. But he didn't make any move to it though. I could easily convince him not to also. All I had to do was beg, really, or say how much I'd miss him, or anything that could touch the soft spot in his heart, really.

I was surprised that Edward wasn't on my case about Jake. I'd been careful not too let Jacob's thoughts slip when I could protect him. Which was probably a good thing, because sometimes his thoughts weren't completely appropriate. But what did he expect? A saint? Jacob's a modern guy. He hasn't been alive since the beginning of the twentieth century. And it's not that I really tried to listen to Jake's thoughts all the time. It's just that sometimes that I'd forget that I was shielding him, then I'd accidentally forget to shield him from myself. But I guess that you could call it even, because I sometimes let him see my mind. But Edward was more reserved around Jacob now. More awkward. You'd think that for a mind reader, that he'd have a better grip.

Oh well, I guess that it's better than overprotective.

Charlotte was adapting to vegetarian life very gracefully. After so long of a traditional, nomadic vampire lifestyle, she held her head high [as high as she could, anyway], and never once thought about going back to her old ways. She says that she enjoys the idea of a family. That it makes her happier. But we can all see that even a thousand, loyal, family members cannot fill the empty void of one lost love. Her eyes hadn't changed much. Still red, but not as red.

And we found out worse news after the fight; Fred was working for the Volturi, and he and a few others escaped, making the Volturi's numbers go up.

Jacob was on the phone with Seth downstairs. He wanted to come with to Minnesota, but decided to stay back with Sue so that she'd have at least some of her family with her. I could tell that it would be a long time until there was improvement in Jacob after losing his friends. But they were more than that to him-they were his family.

I heard him hit end then trudge up the creaking steps (Esme was going to have sooo much fun repairing this old house.) He leaned against the white door frame, shooting me a bright smile. "Hey, beautiful."

I giggled and twirled across the dark, hardwood floor, over to him. "Hello." I grinned sweetly.

He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him, planting a single kiss on my lips. "How far are you?" He nodded to the few boxes left in the corner.

"Not much. Just the little things."

"Need help?"

"Sure." I skipped over to the boxes, handing Jacob a gold picture frame. He grabbed it and placed it on the mahogany desk. After ten minutes, we finished and plopped on the bed, resting our backs against the mint colored wall. "Jake?"

"Hmm?"

"I was thinking about Charlotte….do you think that she'll ever find someone else?" I mumbled.

He pondered it. "I don't know. She's crushed…..who knows?"

I sighed. "I just hope that she's not depressed forever."

His muscular arm wrapped around my shoulders, and kissed my hair.

I rested my head on his large shoulder. "You wanna go find someplace to swim?" Jacob suggested, after a few minutes.

"Sure. Just let me change."

I stood and skipped to the dresser. Jacob made no move to leave. I cleared my throat, spinning around to see a grinning werewolf's cheeks flush scarlet. "Please?" I gestured to the door.

"Please what?" He played dumb.

I shook my head and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the bed, guiding him to the white, painted door. He kissed my cheek before ducking under the frame and I shut the door, locking it. That was probably taking it to extremes, but I let it go and changed into my deep blue, one peace swimsuit, pulling on jean shorts over it, with gold flip flops.

For Minnesota, there was some sunny weather here. So obviously the Cullens weren't going into town today.

I ran out to the my dad's Volvo, which we were borrowing to get there. "Nessie!" Esme ran, vampire speed out to the car handing us a few beach towels.

"Thanks, Esme."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." She smiled sweetly, and retreated back to the house as we pulled away.

We headed south on Highway 59, cutting through a small piece of town. From what we heard, Detroit Lake was really unclean, and filled with swimmers itch, so we followed road signs, in the direction of Pelican Rapids, to Lake Melissa. We found that this lake was clean, and so shallow, that you could go out a hundred feet, and barely even have the water to your belly button-and this is coming out of me, a girl only an inch over five feet, and not getting any taller.

We goofed around until the sun started to set, and I was surprised that neither of us were hungry. "You ready to go?" Jacob asked, kissing down my neck.

"Not really, but we have to leave sooner or later." I whispered, trying to escape him. He pulled me back, seeming to have forgotten all about his own suggestion.

His fingers ran through my wet curls. "Have I told you, yet today, that I love you?"

I giggled. "Only once, or twice." I joked then placing my hands on the sides of his face. "But you need to stop talking like a Cullen. You aren't a hundred years old."

"Then what's Bella's excuse?"

I chuckled again. "Be honest. Has she ever really been all that modern? Even in her own generation?" I asked, laughing again as I towed him back to shore. We trudged up the hill to the Volvo, setting the towels on the leather seats, careful not to get water and sand everywhere. Then we headed to our new home.

One week later

I groaned in the morning. Yesterday was Labor day, meaning that today was the first day of school for students of Detroit Lakes.

I lazily opened my eyes and screamed at what was just inches from my face..

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of the sequel! Be sure that all of you Potterheads check out my friend's Draco & Astoria fanfic, Love Changes You: The Eagle And The Snake by Cassia4u. We'd both really appreciate it! And also check out my Twilight humor story, 'Poor Me!' about a girl who gets the wild chance to have both the 'Twilight' stars and the characters on her talk show.

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