Hello, peoples! This is Paul. I know random character. This is about Paul finding out that he has a twin sister. At first, Paul is too shocked to feel excited. But he soon becomes attached to her and would never let anything happen to her. I'm not sure where I came up with this and I don't know whether this will be a ONE-SHOT or not. We shall see.
Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer, and therefore do not own Twilight, New Moon, ext.

Long Lost

"Hey, dad!" I called into the house, crunching on Cheetos. "What happened to the Mountain Dew?"

"It's in the same place as the Cheetos you're eating," he called back. That was his usual witty response, but this time it sounded like he was distracted. I peeked out the kitchen door into the living room. Dad looked kind of excited about something. He'd been like this all week. Who really knows what that was all about? He was looking at the door, like someone would burst through it with a giant check for a million bucks.

I shrugged and went back into the kitchen. I settled for a Sprite and went to sit next to Dad on the couch.

"What are you all wound up for?" I asked him.

"Oh, nothing, Paul," he said without looking away from the door. About 5 minutes later there was a knock on the door. Dad stood up fast and ran to the door. I followed him, but I was walking. Dad opened the door and I saw a girl at the door. She was around my age, with short, curly, bouncy brown hair that matched mine and huge almond shaped soft brown eyes that also were the same color as mine. She was short, maybe 5'1". Her huge grin showed off a set of extremely bright teeth. I noticed that the canines were just the slightest bit dog-ish. Only members of the pack's teeth were like that.

"Hi," the girl said. She looked up at me. "Are you Paul?" I nodded and her grin got even bigger.

"Um, how do you know me?" I asked.

"I guess he never told you about me, did he?" she said, looking at Dad.

"Told me what?" I was getting really frustrated.

"Paul, my name is Alexia, Alex for short, and I'm you twin sister," she said gently. My eyes got wide.

"W-what?" I stuttered. This was so not real.

"We're twins, Paul. I called a week ago because I… changed, if you know what I mean," she said. She pulled up the sleeve of her pink t-shirt to reveal a Quileute tattoo. This was way too freaky. "May I come in? I'll understand if you say no," she said, looking down. Jeeze, look at me. I'm making my extremely sweet long lost twin sister feel sad.

"No, no, come on in," I said gently, moving in so she could get in. She looked up and the grin was back as she walked in. I could tell that Alex was a sweet girl. She looked around the house and then looked back at me.

"You have plenty of food, right?" she asked nodding toward the kitchen.

"Enough to feed 2 werewolves," I said.

"Good. Hey, does the extra appetite come from being a… a werewolf?" she asked. I nodded. "Oh, good, 'cause I would freak if I was pregnant. Wait, that didn't come out right," she said. I laughed. She was so my twin.

"Paul, is it alright if Alex sleeps with you until her room is ready?" Dad asked.

"Sure, though she may object. I snore loud," I said. She giggled.

"So do I," she said. I looked around.

"Wait, where's your bags?" I asked.

"In the car," she said, heading back out.

"I'll help," I said, following her out. She stopped at a black Lamborghini at the edge of the road. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"You have a Lamb?" I asked.

"Hell yeah, I do. I have a need for speed," she said. She ran a hand down the length of the car. "I paid for this baby with my own money."

"Where did you get the money from?" I asked.

"I was a champion gymnast," she said. But there was sadness in her voice.

"What happened?" I asked, putting a hand on her back. She was looking down at the ground and her smile was gone. "Never mind, I shouldn't have asked." I didn't want her to feel sad.

"No, you should know," she said. "Last year, at the championships, I had an accident. I broke my ankle. After that, my agent made me retire." She shrugged a shoulder, a sad, limp movement.

"You didn't want to quit gymnastics," I said, not really a question, but a statement of fact. She nodded anyway. I hugged her, catching her off guard. But she soon hugged me back, burying her face into my chest. I ran my fingers through her soft curls. We broke apart and smiled at each other.

"Better?" I asked. She nodded. "Well let's get these bags in the house. It's supposed to rain soon." She nodded and unlocked the trunk. We each took a suitcase and Alex got her duffel bag and pocketbook. We took them in and set them in my room. We plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV. There was golf on.

"Oh, gag me," Alex said. "I hate golf."

"Same here." I turned the next channel on. There was basketball.

"Boring," we said in unison.

"Jinx, you owe me a soda!" Alex said before I could. She took the remote from me and turned on MTV. Punk'd was on. They were punking Lindsay Lohan by putting her on a blind date with a "millionaire". He wasn't really a millionaire. He got down on one knee and proposed to her. Her face was priceless. Then here comes Ashton Kutcher with the camera guys.

"You just got Punk'd!" we said with Ashton. We sat there for hours, watching Punk'd, Parental Control, Super Sweet 16, and Jersey Shore. We ended up flicking the channel to FOX, where Jerry Springer was on. We looked at each other and smiled.

"Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" we chanted, pumping our fists in the air. We watched that for about 2 hours. When Judge Judy came on, I looked down at Alex. She had fallen asleep and was leaning on my arm. Why that little liar. She does not snore. I smiled and gently lifted her head off of my arm. She turned and ended up lying down with her head on the headrest. I picked her up and she rested her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my neck. I went into my room and set her down gently on the bed. Going through her bags, I got out a tank top and a pair of pink flannel pants. I noticed a little dark grey stuffed animal and, what do you know, it turned out to be a wolf. I took that out, too. I dressed her quickly but carefully. I didn't want to wake her up. I put one her hands on the soft fir of the stuffed animal and she unconsciously took it, hugging it to her chest. She rolled on her side and I got into my PJs, simple PJ bottoms, no shirt. I climbed into bed beside her, putting one arm around her waist. Alex sighed and unwrapped one hand from her dog to put it in my hair. She gently grabbed a fistful of hair and kept her grip. It was actually soothing. I fell asleep fast that night with my twin sister clutching my hair in one of her small hand.

Okay, so, this was really, really short, but it will continue. There will be some surprises in store for later. And I decided that this will definitely have some romance in it. But don't worry. It's not between Paul and Alex. That would just be sick. But definitely some romance later. With imprinting, for sure. Crap, I've said too much already. Forget you read that. 'Kay, so, bye!

Love,
Alex Delta (Alex's name. Stephenie Meyer never gave Paul a last name, so I improvised)