Surviving the Teenage Dream

Meet the Cullen's Again ...

They survived falling in love and having four (count 'em, FOUR) children. Now, Geekward and Nerdella are parents of teenagers. Say a prayer for them for they are in for a bumpy ride. Kyra is being a brat, displaying actions akin to her uncle who is nearing the end of his life on death row. Owen is a geek, like his dad. Then there is Mia and Masen, the twins. They're still cute and adorable. Well, as cute and adorable as twelve year olds can be.

Let's not forget Alice, Jasper, Adam, and Gianna (the Whitlocks), Justin, Alex and Demetri (the Volturis), Esme and Marcus (the Volturis), Tim, Rose, Ava and Lucas (the Napletons) and our antagonist, Jacob Black. Emmett will also make a brief appearance in this story, too. But he's not causing drama. His final goodbye, as it were.

Surviving the Teenage Dream

Chapter One: Meet the Cullens, Again...

EPOV

"Owen, careful with the brakes," I barked. He was pumping the brakes of my car, causing it to jerk and give his old man a concussion against the seat rest. "You just need to tap them."

"Sorry, Dad," he grumbled as he eased up on the pedal. He pushed his glasses up his face and sighed. "I'm never going to getthis. Why do I suck?"

"You do not suck," I said as I put my hand on his shoulder. "Who told you that? I'll kick their butts, or ground them if they're one of your siblings."

"It's nothing, Dad," he sighed. He pulled into a parking spot, putting the car into park and got out. I frowned at his actions and at his now sullen attitude. He'd become more and more withdrawn since his sixteenth birthday. Owen had always been a quiet child, but at least he had a crooked smile on his face and was a happy kid. Now, he's just depressed and sad. In fact, our house has been pretty sedate since Kyra's temper tantrum just prior to Homecoming. I moved the driver's side of the car while Owen slunk into the passenger seat. He took out his iPod and put in his ear buds, effectively cutting off communication with me.

I miss my sweet children. They were so adorable when they were babies. They loved conditionally and didn't give lip.

With a sigh, I drove around Wheaton until I got to the Oberweiss off of Butterfield. I poked Owen with my elbow and nodded to the ice cream shop. With a sigh, Owen got out of the car and we went inside, ordering a brownie sundae to share. I wanted some chocolate and REAL ice cream since my lovely wife had me a diet of frozen yogurt and healthy shit. Blech. "Owen, talk to me," I murmured as we sat down in a booth. "I know that something's up. You have the same look in your eyes that I did when I was your age."

"You won't laugh?" he whispered, his hazel eyes widening.

"Never, Owen. I love you and want to make sure you're happy," I said as I put my hand on his forearm.

Owen sighed, running his hands through his unruly hair. "I'm just...shit," he mumbled. "I don't want to get anyone into trouble."

"Owen, if you're being hurt or bullied, I need you to tell me," I said.

"It's Kyra, Dad," he said. "She puts on this act at home that she's 'better,' but at school, her and her cronies, Mackenzie, Madelyn and Kimmie, they find ways to torture me. Though, it's Mackenzie who is the worse. Kyra doesn't actively do anything but she doesn't stop it, either. Kyra used to be my best friend and now she's turned into one of those bitches at school who tease other kids who aren't cool. I'm not the only one but I'm their biggest target."

I pursed my lips, extremely disappointed in my daughter. We taught her better than this. Despite the fact that she wasn't an active part of the bullying, her passive behavior toward the situation wasn't helping her brother. At. All. Or her situation with her punishment. "I shouldn't have said anything," Owen mumbled. He pushed his glasses and shoveled the ice cream into his mouth.