Hello, Everyone! Thank you for reading my new story, Check Yes Juliet. I've really missed writing Twilight fanfiction, and I encourage you guys (if you haven't already) to go ready my other stories, Save the Last Dance and Dancing Through Life. This story, however, has nothing to do with either of those.
This is an imprint story, and I'm really excited about everyone reading this! I hope that you guys enjoy! Please review, too. Reviewing is a big thing for me, and I feel much more encouraged to continue writing and posting on my stories when people review and let me know that they actually like what I'm writing, so please review! Anways, on to the story.
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An- I don't own The Twilight Saga or Wake Forest University or Starbucks or a lot of other things.
Moving to a new city is always difficult, especially when you have to move all the way to the other side of the country. But by this time, I was used to it. Moving has always been part of my life. My parents are Literature professors at Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, North Carolina and, every few years or so, they both take a sabbatical to write a new book which always leads to us moving somewhere strange like Minnesota or Illinois or Utah for a whole year. However, this time is different. It is my senior year of high school, and my parents are making me pick up my whole life and move cross-country to Washington, the home of Starbucks and lots and lots of rain. We aren't even moving to the cool part of Washington, Seattle. We are moving to some small Indian Reservation called La Push where the Quileute Indians lived. I have never even heard of the Quileute Indians before. Needless to say, I am less than thrilled.
It is my senior year of high school, for God's sake. I don't want to move all the way across the country. I had spent the last 5 years in one place and had made friends that I wasn't interested in leaving, especially my best friend Allie. The thought of all of my friends having fun senior year, going to football games and parties and to the movies, while I am in some frozen, rainy wasteland all by myself made me bawl my eyes out.
"I know you're mad at us, Juliet, but you have to eat something," My mother, Charlotte, said as we sat in the red booth at a small diner on our way to La Push. My parents had insisted on driving all the way there; it was supposed to be some type of "family bonding" something or other. Whatever. Nothing can make me enjoy this.
"If I'm going to live in another state and have to start over somewhere else, I'm at least going to be skinny," I said bitterly. My mother shot me a look, telling me I was treading over thin ice. I was just joking anyways. I liked food too much to stop eating, and I was already thin enough. My parents forced me to order a basket of fries.
"I can't wait till we get there," My father, Greg, said giddily. That was my dad for you. He was always overly excited about something. To him, everything was some new adventure to be discovered or enjoyed. My dad was quite an optimist.
"What's so special about this La Push place anyways?" My brother asked as he took a big bite of his hamburger. Trust my brother Heath to not have paid attention the past 3 days we've been travelling and listening to my parents go on and on about the "amazing legends" of the Quileute people. Heath (short for Heathcliff, and yes my parents have a thing for naming their kids after characters from famous literature) is 19 and two years older than me. He should have been attending college this year, but, unfortunately for me, he would be coming with us to Washington because he didn't have the grades to get in to any colleges on the East Coast. He would be going to some community college nearby where we lived.
My mom glared at Heath—she likes to do that a lot. "Heathcliff, don't chew with your mouth open. It is bad manners."
Heath took another bite of his hamburger and chewed with his mouth open just to spite her. Obviously, I was the good child in our family. My parents continued to talk about our new home while Heath and I sat, eating the rest of our meal in silence. I was miserable already, and I could only imagine how much worse it would get.
"We better get a move on if we want to make it to La Push soon," My dad dropped few bills on the table and we once more got in our car and headed towards La Push.
It was another 3 hours before we arrived in La Push, and the car ride had left me restless and ready to get out and stretch my legs. When I saw the sign welcoming us to our destination, I took in the dark green surroundings. Trees and all types of lush vegetation were all around us. It was sort of…beautiful. If I hadn't been so determined to hate everything about La Push, I might have actually really liked it.
La Push was very small so it pretty easy to find the house we would be renting this year. The house wasn't very impressive on the outside, just a one-story gray house with blue shutters on the outside and a cute little porch, but it was very homey and cozy. The whole house just radiated warmth, from the black leather couch to the soft rug on the floor to the large fire place. My room was smaller than my one back home in North Carolina, but I liked it. As an incentive to not act like a complete brat during our stay in Washington, my parents allowed me to pick out all new furniture and things for my room. My new room was a soft, pale yellow with pretty white furniture. It was very clean and happy and old-fashioned; it was very me.
Our things from home had already been shipped to our new house and were all sitting in boxes in the living room. My mom, not being able to deal with clutter, immediately started unpacking, but my dad relaxed into the couch with his laptop. Heath and I both stood around, not knowing exactly what to do. Heath didn't have much stuff packed away, and I didn't plan on really unpacking much, knowing that when I did unpack it, I would just have to pack it back anyways in a year. That was the thing about sabbatical. It only lasted for a year so by the time you got used to living somewhere new for a whole year, it was time to move back home.
"Why don't you two go out and explore around?" My dad suggested to Heath and I. "There are some really pretty sights out there."
Heath and I were both less than interested, but we decided to go anyways. We would have to learn to get around La Push sooner or later, so why not now? We both grabbed rain jackets as it had started to drizzle slightly and set off on a little trek through La Push.
What we had seen of La Push on our drive to our house had really been all of La Push. Honestly, there wasn't much to see. There were a few little stores in the little "town" area, but it was mostly trees and beach. After walking around for about half an hour and watching the sun go down, Heath and I found ourselves down on the beach, which wasn't your typical tourist location. This beach, which according to the sign I could see, was First Beach, and there were many rocks and dunes sticking up all over the place. From what I could tell, the water was probably freezing even though it was summertime. I wasn't about to go stick my toes in to find out.
"Well, this is fun," I said dully, plopping down to a sitting position on the sand. Heath joined me and we sat in silence, watching the dark water go in and out with the tide.
"I hate this place already," Heath broke the silence. He wasn't looking at me, just observing our surroundings.
"Ditto," I replied shortly. "Maybe we should go back soon. It's dark and I want to go home and call Allie and tell her how miserable I am."
Heath ignored me before pointing off into the distance. "Hey, Jules, look! There are some people. I think they're having a party."
"Oh," I strained my eyes in the darkness trying to see them, but then someone lit a big bonfire and I could definitely see them. "Cool. I was beginning to think that we were the only people that lived in La Push."
"Let's go join their party," Heath said, getting up off the ground and brushing the sand off of his clothes. I stayed put on the sand where I was.
"No, Heath," I rolled my eyes. "We don't know them, and they could be sketchy or weird or something. They probably don't want some random kids showing up at their party anyways."
Heath turned around and grabbed my hand, pulling me up off the ground quickly without my consent. "Stop being such a loser. They don't even have to know we're there. Besides, it looks like there are enough people for us to slip in and out unnoticed. I hope they have some beer…"
"Oh no, Mister, I will not be dragging your sorry, drunk ass home to Mom and Dad tonight," I reprimanded my older brother. I always felt like the older sibling in most situations. Heath wasn't exactly the picture of responsibility. His hard partying was one reason that he didn't have the grades to get into a real college.
"I'll only have one drink," He dragged me over towards the bonfire where a lot of people were congregating. "Come on, just one to take the edge off. You should have one, too, Sis. It'll probably be easier on you when you take that stick out of your ass if you do."
I sneered at my older brother. He could be such a jerk, but that was part of his whole persona. That was just Heath, and it was something, just like moving, I had gotten used to a long time ago. It's not like we didn't love each other. We just argued. It was our thing.
When we got closer, I realized it was going to be a whole lot harder to blend in that Heath had originally thought it was going to be. First of all, most everyone around us was huge and at least a foot and a half taller than my 5'1 frame. Secondly, they were all Quileute. Mine and Heath's pale coloring just stood out like a sore thumb.
"I kind of forgot that everyone around here was Quileute," Heath whispered as we walked through all of the people that were staring at us.
"Nice going," I replied sarcastically. Truthfully, I hadn't thought of that little fact either. I guess most people who live on an Indian Reservation are Native Americans. This was going to make school interesting.
As we continued to walk through the crowd of people, most of whom were watching us warily, a Quileute girl around my age wondered over to us. "Hi, I'm Kim. You two look like you're lost. Are you guys tourists?"
"Oh, hello, I'm Juliet Hudson and this is my brother Heathcliff. We're not tourists; we just moved here and we are kind of lost. We didn't mean to intrude on your party," I told a slight lie. I didn't want them to think that we'd tried to crash their party even though that's exactly what we tried to do. Heath shot me a look for calling him by his full name—he hated it and that was just why I did it.
"So you two are new to town?" Kim smiled friendly. She was genuinely pretty, in a girl-next-door type of way with dark silky hair and russet colored skin. "Why don't you guys stay for the bonfire? That way you two can get to know everyone."
Heath immediately responded that he would love to stay, but I was a little reluctant. I was never one to barge right into a room full of people I didn't know, and I was kind of anxious to get home and talk to my friends.
"Oh, please, Juliet," Kim said excitedly, still smiling brightly, "please stay! I love meeting new people, but I never really get the chance to."
"Alright," I gave in, smiling slightly. Kim was pretty persuasive, and I couldn't say no. I would have to make some friends in La Push even though I didn't really want to become too attached to the place or anyone that lived here. "I'll stay for a little while."
"Great!" Kim smiled even bigger, if that was possible. "Come on, I'll introduce you to some more people. I just have a feeling that you're going to get along well with everyone."
Kim was about 6 inches taller than me so, like Heath, it was easy for her to drag me around like a little doll. I could tell she was enjoying introducing me to all of her friends. So far I had met Jared, Kim's gorgeous boyfriend who was absolutely in love with her, and his also gorgeous friends, Embry, Brady, and Quil. They were all really funny and sweet. I figured there must have been something in the water in La Push because every single guy I could see near me was very tall, unnaturally muscular, and good-looking.
"Looks like my brother has found the beer," I remarked to the people I had just met. I felt unusually comfortable around them, usual for strangers that is.
"Wow, He sure knows how to put one back," Brady laughed as Heath was the center of attention in a circle of guys yelling 'chug.' I rolled my eyes and sighed at my older brother's antics.
"It's sure going to be fun getting him home tonight without my parents finding out his wasted tonight," I started thinking of a plan, hoping that my parents would be asleep before we got back.
"Well, I can give you a lift back to your house," Kim placed her hand on my arm kindly. "That way it'll be a little bit easier on you."
"Thanks, Kim," I smiled. Kim reminded me a lot of Allie. They looked nothing alike; Allie had short, curly blonde hair and grey eyes. Their personalities were very similar, though. Both Allie and Kim were very friendly and sweet. Kim could never replace Allie, but at least I could find someone like her in La Push.
"Hey, Jared!" Some more guys were coming our way from down the beach and these guys were half-naked.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head as three shirtless guys walked our way, all talking loudly and horse playing around with each other. Like Jared, Embry, Brady, and Quil, these guys were also very good-looking, tall, and definitely muscular with what looked like eight-pack abs. It took all I had to act alive and not drool.
"Jared, who's this?" One of the three guys asked, referring to me. I'm sure I was beet red at the attention on me.
"Guys, this is Juliet Hudson, and that guy funneling beer over there is her brother, Heath. They're new to town," Jared explained. "Juliet, this is Seth, Colin, and Paul."
I waved shyly and self-consciously to them acknowledging all three of them. When I looked at Paul though, he was already staring at me very strangely, like no one had ever done before. At first I thought that I might have had something on my face, and I turned to look at Kim, hoping she would let me know if I did that way I could walk off and die of mortification, but Kim was looking at Paul. In fact, everyone was looking at Paul except for me, and Paul was staring at me. This was very weird indeed.
While everyone was entering into a staring contest, I took the time to examine Paul. Paul was very tall, almost freakishly so, but he wasn't gangly in any way. He was definitely built, with muscles rippling all down his body, and I couldn't deny that I wasn't attracted to him. He had cropped, silky black hair and a very manly face with warm brown eyes. He was very handsome, in my opinion at least.
"Uh, hi," I said, trying to break the awkward silence that was stifling the group. Kim was now whispering with Jared secretly, and I couldn't make out a word they were saying. I had a feeling that it was about me though.
Paul blinked a few times at the sound of my voice before clearing his voice. "Hi."
'," Heath came behind me and screamed in my ear, his nasty alcohol breath on my neck and speech slurring. "I thin' we shou' go home nowww."
Leave it to Heath to be the one to break the awkward tension building. I grabbed my brother's arm to keep him from falling over into the sand. "I think you might be right, Heath. Kim, could you give me that ride now?"
"Yeah," Kim glanced over towards Paul when she answered my question. Something was going on, I could tell, but I wasn't quite sure what.
I put my arm around Heath's waist as Kim directed me to where her car was located. Heath leaned most of his weight against me, and I tried not to collapse under it while he continued to sputter out drunken nonsense.
"Bye, guys," I waved with my free hand to all the new people I had met tonight. Everyone else waved back, including Paul but he still seemed like he was off in his own little world, staring at me like I was the only girl he had seen in his whole life.
Kim said goodbye to Jared; they were very sweet together, almost sickeningly so. Kim, Heath, and I then started heading towards her car, a black Nissan Sentra. We were pretty close to the car when I heard Paul's voice calling out to us or to me specifically.
"Juliet! Juliet, wait!" He was quickly running towards us in all of his shirtless glory, and it was quite a sight to behold.
"Paul, what are—?" Kim started talking, but Paul held up his hand to silence her.
"I just wanted to formally introduce myself," He came closer to me, very close. "I'm Paul."
I giggled quietly and Paul watched me attentively, seemingly mesmerized by something about how I was acting. "I know that."
"I, um," He rubbed his large, russet colored hand through the hair on the back of his head, clearly grasping for something to say, "I, uh, just wanted to say hi, so well, hi."
"Well, I have to go, so bye," I smiled slightly. Paul froze for a moment, and I worried that maybe I was being rude. I wasn't exactly trying to stand around and talk to the guy.
"Bye," He breathed. Kim, Heath, and I then got in her car and pulled out of the parking lot by the beach.
The ride back to my house was very short, with Heath moaning and groaning in the backseat of the Kim's car about nothing. Kim and I laughed at my brother, but we didn't really talk about anything during the car ride. It seemed like Kim had something on her mind, and I didn't want to disturb her. When we pulled up in the drive way at my new house, Kim programed her cellphone number into my phone, telling me to call her and that we would hang out some more during the summer.
"I think everyone liked you, Juliet," Kim smiled. "Especially Paul."
"Yeah, he was kind of….strange," I replied as she helped me get Heath out of the backseat of her car. "But nice. He was nice."
"You think he's cute, don't you?" She laughed, and I didn't answer. I'm sure that my silence was more than enough of an answer for Kim. She looked at me knowingly.
"Well, Kim, it's been real," I said, leading Heath up the porch and to the front door. None of the lights in the house were on so I was hoping my parents were already asleep in their room. "I'll call you some time."
"Good," Kim stared at me smiling for another moment before getting in her car and driving off.
I led Heath inside the house and into his room. He was coherent enough to plop down on his bed, and I put a trashcan beside the bed just in case he would need to throw up later. Heath could handle his alcohol pretty well so I wasn't too worried about him. I left Heath's room and entered my own room, and put on a pair of old pajamas that I loved. After taking my contacts out and washing my face, I laid down in my new bed and started reflecting on my day.
It had been a strange day to sum it up. Here I was in La Push, meeting new people and living in a new house. Sure, I had done this plenty of times with my family, thanks to my parents' jobs, but something was different about this place. Something was different about La Push and then people in it. I liked them, maybe too much. I didn't need to get too attached to these people. After all, I was just going to have to leave again in a year. So I decided that it was okay to make friends, but I didn't need to build close relationships with them. What I didn't expect to see when I closed my eyes, however, was Paul's face.
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