A Beautiful Mess
Subtitled: You're the Kind of Girl Who Can Take Down a Man
Quotation: The young always have the same problem - how to rebel and conform at the same time. They have now solved this by defying their parents and copying one another. ~Quentin Crisp
Nessie took the last gulp of her beer and grinned. This was easier than she thought. The warmth flooded her body. She swayed to the music, her movements becoming freer with each drink she took. Her bronze curls were piled on top of her head and her tank top hugged her body provocatively. The room smelled strongly of beer and sweat and sweet, sweet blood. As she danced through the crowds a familiar mass of blonde hair caught her eye and Nessie saw her best friend, Sarah, flirting with Pat O'Connor – THE Pat O'Connor, which of course had been the whole point of the undertaking. Nessie grinned at her in encouragement and caught the eye of one of Pat's friends, a gangly boy with carefully tousled brown hair, in the process. He winked at her and she smiled coyly back. He crossed the crowded room towards her and Nessie's every nerve thrilled with anticipation. So this was what it was like to be young, beautiful and free?
"Drew." The tall boy called over the pounding music. He flashed her an overly charming smile. Nessie didn't need her father's gift to know what he was thinking. She smiled anyway.
"Nessie. Get me a drink?" she shook her empty glass in front of him. She wasn't really sure what drink she was on, but she also wasn't really sure she cared. She smiled alluringly at him. It was mean, she knew, but if she was forced to be a freak she was going to milk it for all it was worth.
"Of course, what can I get you?" he was eager to please.
Nessie shrugged casually, "whatever you're having."
The boy smiled and grabbed the nearest drink to him from an unsuspecting young girl. He handed it to her, his white teeth flashing. Nessie took it from him, her smile never faltering, her hips still moving to the music.
"Thanks," she said. With her eyes trained on Drew, she downed the drink in one gulp and began to feel a bit dizzy. She shut her eyes briefly, enjoying the feeling, enjoying the freedom. "Yummy," she said, drawing out each syllable. She licked her lips suggestively. The boy, Drew, was almost falling all over himself now. Nessie knew that he was hers. She could have him anyway she wanted now – as a slave for life, as a lover, as….dinner.
"So I've seen you before. I think we have Chemistry together." Drew said, dancing with her now, his hands warm on her hips.
Nessie grinned, the double entendre hardly lost on her. "Oh –" she started to say.
"Actually, " a cold voice cut in as a hand gripped her, a steel grip, a grip she knew well. "I think she already has a lab partner."
Uncle Emmett was here.
Fun was over.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Bella cried, staring at her disheveled, stumbling daughter. "You just wait until your father get's home, young lady. Unbelievable, my six year old – drunk." She fumed, Emmett unconsciously taking a step back to give Bella a wide berth, yanking Nessie back with him. Nessie struggled to reclaim her balance.
Nessie just stared at her petulantly, or at least she would be once she stopped seeing double.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself young lady?" Bella cried.
Nessie continued to stare at her.
Emmett jerked her arm. "Answer your mother." He hissed.
"Oh honestly, I'm back before curfew aren't I?" Nessie muttered rolling her eyes.
"In no small thanks to your uncle! You said you were going to be with Sarah!" Bella began to pace again, her brother-in-law eying her warily.
"I was with Sarah." Nessie insisted, her stomach beginning to churn painfully and sweat building on her brow. She was beginning to regret chugging that last drink, or maybe the last two.
"Yeah and about a hundred other people!"
"Oh come on mom! What's the big deal? Everyone was there! I was just having a little fun." Nessie's words were rebellious but she spoke in no more then a whisper. She was afraid to speak more then absolutely necessary lest her mother and uncle get to see first hand exactly what she had had to drink that night, and for that matter, for dinner.
"You could have exposed us all! Who knows what you would have done while drunk? You could have bitten someone, or decided to show off, or a million other things –" Bella was about to continue when she noticed how green her daughter was looking. "Oh, let her go, Emmett."
Emmett shook his head, unsure, but released her anyway. Nessie made a beeline for the bathroom and where she promptly threw up immediately.
Bella closed her eyes and shook her head. "Thank you, Emmett." She said after a moment.
"It was nothing, just lucky I was passing by and got a whiff of her."
Bella nodded, looking pained. "It's the third time this month. I –"She faltered. "I don't know what we're going to do with her. I don't know what Edward was like at her age but I was nothing like this."
Emmett smiled wryly. "I remember."
Both their heads turned in Nessie's direction as they heard her moan into the toilet.
"Charming." Bella muttered. "It's going to be a long night. Go on home, Emmett. I'm sure Rosalie is wondering where you are. I really can't thank you enough. " she offered a small smile.
He returned it and clasped her hand briefly. "Chin up, Bells. Edward should be back soon. He was hungry, but he wasn't that hungry."
She squeezed his hand back and released him, waving briefly as he walked out the door. Bella heard her daughter throw up again and sighed deeply. For the first time since she died, she felt very tired.
Nessie groaned as light filtered through her window. She rolled over, thrusting a pillow over eyes. Her head was pounding. It was categorically unfair that she had all of the downfalls of being a vampire and none of the perks. Beating heart indeed. Her father hadn't had a headache in over a century. Her throat felt dry and prickly. She reached out blindly for the glass of water she'd placed by her bed the night before and knocked it to the ground, glass shattering.
"Shit." She muttered and lay for a moment more before slowly, ever so slowly pulling herself up into a sitting position, trying to ignore the fact that her head seemed to want to detach from her neck. She opened her eyes. The sun was fully up which meant it was mid-morning at least. Her hearing and eyesight slowly focused, and downstairs she heard a familiar rumbling voice that meant only one thing, her father was home and the world had officially ended. She contemplated staying in bed forever, but she knew it was a fantasy. For a moment she allowed herself to be amused by the fact that her fantasy was sleeping in and not vampires or werewolves. But the moment was soon over.
Oh the things she wished she could tell her best friend and partner in crime, Sarah.
She swung her legs out of the bed and hangover, or no, gracefully sidestepped the broken glass. She walked to the closet and pulled on jeans and a tee-shirt, glad to be wearing clean clothes at walked to her door and saw her reflection. Her strawberry blonde curls were rumpled and sweaty and her face, far from ivory, had read splotches all over it, even her eyes were blood-shot. She was almost relieved to see that she looked almost as bad as she felt. Maybe it would inspire some pity.
"Not likely, Renesme." Her father's cold voice floated upwards squashing her hope. Yep her father was definitely home.
"Morning dad," she said as she entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with cool water. Nothing had ever felt so good on her hot, scratchy throat. She gulped it gratefully. "Nice trip?" she asked calmly.
Her parents were seated at the kitchen table facing her, both sets of honey-colored eyes trained on her. For one ridiculous moment she felt a bit like one of their prey.
"We're not going to bite you, Renesme." Her father said, voice as velvety as ever, though there was a cold edge to it. "Though it's about the only thing we wont do."
God it was annoying that he could read her mind.
"Get over it." He said rather harshly, gesturing to the seat across from her mother and next to him. It was a bit unnerving that her dad looking younger that the boy she had been dancing with the night before, even more so because he's voice had the authoritativeness of a much older looking man. Even if he didn't look like a father, he certainly sounded and acted like one. "Care to explain yourself?" he asked, cocking a perfect eyebrow.
Nessie looked to her mother for help but her mother's lips were smoothed into a cold line. No, no help from that corner. She was definitely on her own.
"Look you guys said I was ready for school. You wanted me to have a normal experience. So I went out. I was normal. I experienced." She shrugged her shoulders, her face as relaxed as ever.
Her fathers face was dark with fury. "I said normal not reckless, Nessie!"
"Wake up dad. 1900 has come and gone. Last night was normal!" Nessie said, playing absentmindedly with her glass.
"Oh don't pull that with us! You mother was your age seven years ago. I'm sorry but seven years is not enough time to invent the wheel." Edwards voice was even and cool but Nessie knew what was lurking underneath and she wasn't sure she wanted to push her luck. Besides, though they were only literally a heartbeat away from her physically, there were something's they just didn't need, or want, to hear.
She took a deep breath, made sure to think regretful and apologetic thoughts and formed her features contritely. "You're right, Dad." She said, after the appropriate amount of time had passed. "It was stupid and I'm sorry."
Her father stared hard at her for a moment before nodding his head slightly to Bella.
"Thank you, Nessie." She said, speaking for the first time. "And as penance you are grounded until further notice. You'll come back here every day directly after school. You will surrender you cell phone immediately and you're not to do anything with anyone outside of the family. And if you think that means you can still play video games with your uncles or go shopping with your Aunt Alice you are sadly mistaken. Am I clear?"
"Crystal." Nessie said, meeting her mother's eyes, her voice steely.
"Good, go get your cell phone, and clean up that glass you broke while you're at it. When you've finished, you can take your school work over to your grandparents. Your Uncle Jasper is going to help you with you history paper."
Nessie got up silently and left the room. A few minutes later they heard her leave through the back door to walk the mile to Carlisle and Esme's.
"What are we going to do?" Bella asked, shaking her head.
"I don't know." Edward said, his head in his hands. "I can't remember ever acting like this."
"It's got to be the Renee in her." Bella muttered, suppressing a smile at her own mother. "The impulsiveness, recklessness…"
"What about the destructiveness?" Edward asked, pursing his lips.
Bella shrugged her shoulders, helpless.
"I never thought I would say this, but when does Jacob come back? "
Bella shook her head. "I don't know. But he's going to be shocked when he does."
"Yeah well I don't think any of us envisioned this happening when he left. Besides, he's the alpha, he needed some time with his pack." Edward said. They both stared at where their daughter had been sitting only a moment before. "Well, I'm sure we both feel a lot less useless then Alice. This must be killing her, not to be able to see Nessie." Edward said, smiling weakly.
Bella, despite herself laughed. "Yeah, it can't be fun to be the blind psychic."
They shared a smile, though deep down, for the first time in many years, they both felt very much alone.
Disclaimer – The characters etc belong to Stephanie Meyer. A beautiful mess is property of Jason Mraz.
A/N – So this is my very first Twilight story and I thought it would be interesting to play on the idea of choice and destiny. I thought it was interesting that though most everyone in the story, with the exception of Bella didn't choose to be a vampire or werewolf yet they still got to experience humanity at one point, whereas for Nessie, this half-life was never a choice for her, and there will never be anything else. So in some ways it would be even more painful for her because she was so close to humanity but not quite there. And then you add in the Jacob imprinting thing and I thought it would be fun to play with her own feels about choice.
So yeah, Jacob will make an appearance very soon and any ideas or criticism you guys have is always welcome. I don't know everything and if I've gotten something wrong please just let me know!
Peace and love.