: I don't own any of Stephenie's characters or themes. But I might throw in a few of my own characters form time to time.

When you see me walk down the halls at school you just see me as another ordinary girl.

Trust me… you're wrong.

It all happened after my dad died. My mother packed up the house and drove away. She didn't know where she was going, she just knew that she had to get out of California.

I lost count of the hours we drove once we hit 24. I was too busy sulking in the passenger seat. I loved my home in California, it was where I had made all of my childhood memories, and to just pack up and leave stung… a lot.

My name is Bella Swan. I hate being called Isabella because that's what my dad used to call me. Ouch. It hurts to think about him. I'm the very definition of ordinary. Medium height, skinny… no curves whatsoever, clumsy, long brown hair, and wide brown eyes. I look a lot like my mother except for the lips, mine are a lot fuller. She's also tan, while I'm white as snow. I've always been pale and been called "albino" because of it. The only color I ever get is from my constant blush. I get easily embarrassed, and it shows.That's another thing that my mother and I differ from. I'm quiet, shy, and reserved. She's loud, outgoing, and rambunctious. I was always more like my father.

I noticed the sign of the town that I suspected we would be living in, Forks. Population of 532 now 34. I let an inaudible sigh escape my lips. I didn't want to stay here, it was raining for pity sake. But what mom wants mom gets. When she drove past the town, I looked back in utter confusion. She must have noticed because she said, "I want to live by the beach on the Reservation. I know an old friend of your father's who lives down there. Billy Black? I don't think you would remember him, you were very young. He has a son that is close to your age I think. A sophomore maybe.

"I called Billy while you were sleeping and asked if we could stay with them until we are back on our feet." I could tell she was fighting tears by the end of her rant.

I reached over and grabbed my mothers hand to try and comfort her. "It's ok, mom. I miss him too, " I said in a soft voice. She just squeezed my hand in response.

We pulled up to a tiny house that was surrounded by trees and uncut grass. There was no denying that it was beautiful, but it just wasn't home.

I went around to the trunk to get my bag, when all of a sudden I tripped on a rock and stumbled forward. I was waiting for the impact of my face hitting the driveway, but it never came. Two very strong arms were holding me a foot away from the ground. I stood up straight to look at who had caught me, but all I could see was an extremely muscular chest. I had to crane my neck to see his face.

He was stunning!

His skin was a beautiful russet color and it looked very smooth. He had long black hair that was pulled backing a rubber band at the nape of his neck, dark brown eyes that were almost black, and a full mouth that looked incredibly soft. I realized that I was staring and dropped my head, already feeling the blood rush to my cheeks.

I'm Jacob Black," he introduced in a husky voice, extending his hand. I noticed how warm it was.

"Bella Swan," I replied in a small voice.

We had stopped shaking hands but neither of us let go. I pulled my hand back and reached for my bag.

"Let me get that," he offered, lifting the bag over his shoulder as if it only weighed a pound.

"Thank you," I murmured, still looking at the ground.

"So, how old are you Bella?" he asked, obviously trying to make small talk as we walked towards the small house.

I looked up to sneak-a-peek at his face and instantly dropped my gaze to my shoes when I noticed him looking at me. "I'm 17," I mumbled more to my feet than him.

"Cool, I'm 16," Jacob said with a warm smile that showed a set of sexy dimples. Again, I was staring at him. "I heard my dad telling your mom that you'd be going to my school after spring breaks over. We have two weeks off, and lucky you, it just started today," he announced with another breathtaking smile.

'God he was beautiful', I thought.

"Sorry about the size, you can have the bed and I'll take the floor," he apologized once we were in the room that we would be sharing!

I nodded once.

He sat on the bed, watching me as I unpacked. It made me feel self-conscious knowing that he was watching me. He asked me about my old school and old friends. I told him the school was big and crowded and that I'd had one childhood best friend until she moved away our freshman year. I blushed deeply when he asked me about pas/present boyfriends. I blushed even more when I admitted to never having one before.

"You must be joking," he accused. I laughed, something I haven't done since… well, you get it.

"Nope," I said looking over at him, "I guess boys just don't want to date such an ordinary girl," I confessed.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk playing on those perfect lips. "Trust me Bella, you're far from ordinary."

A small laugh escaped through my closed lips.

"What about you?" I finally asked, sitting down on the bed next to him.

"What about me?" he asked in obvious confusion.

"Any significant others in your life?" I secretly hoped there wasn't, but who was I kidding? A guy like him? He probably has girls lined up for him.

He smiled. "Nope, never. Not yet anyway." The way he said 'yet' made my throat close. I quickly composed myself.

"Yeah right," I scoffed, knocking his knee with my own. The contact sent a spark through my body. When I looked at him he wasn't looking at me. Then I noticed… was he blushing?

"Dinner!" Billy called.

Jacob stood up and offered me his hand to help me up. I eagerly accepted and stood up. I caught my toe on the threshold of the door and stumbled. Jacob quickly turned around having heard my little yelp, and I landed right against his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around the small of my back so I wouldn't fall, and for a second… I felt whole again.

He let me go and cleared his throat. "Careful, I might now always be here to catch you," he said with a low chuckle.

I smiled. Not caring that I was blushing, again.

Something was starting and I had no idea what to do about it. All I knew is that I would embrace the feeling instead of push it away. Jacob made me feel safe and I knew that I wouldn't be able to ignore these feelings. Not that I wanted to.


I just love Jacob, so of course I would put them toegether. I wrote as "American" as I could. It was so tempting to use my own vocabualry, but I resisted. I know how some of you Americans have trouble understanding the way a British person articulates. So I made it easier for you darlings. Please review dollface.