Ahhh, first story, first chapter. Uhhh, I'm so new at this. XD

Playlist For Chapter:

Story Of A Girl - Three Doors Down
This Afternoon - Nickelback

I was sitting, well, waiting actually, in the huge but crowded Seattle air port. I just wanted to get this over with. Jules was in my arms, playing with her small pony toys that our Mom had bought her a year before.

I couldn't help but sigh. I had raised Jules, not our mom. Mom had always been too busy running around with guys to actually take care of me and my brother. It had always been like that though, expect that back in La Push, Dad was there to take care of us.

My Quileute father and mother had gotten a divorce soon after I was born because he had gotten wind that she was cheating on him. My Dad has only been able to win custody of Paul, but my mother was forced to let me visit my brother and father every holiday–even April Fool's day, if that's what I fancied.

And now I sat with my half-sister Jules in my arms. My mother's last antic with a different man–not Jules's father, might I add–had been enough to send me packing, taking Jules with me to spare her from another terrifying episode. She didn't like it when a strange man tired to eat her mom's face–and of course the poor child didn't know they were just making out.

I watched as many people walked by, taking in my appearances and of course, Jules sitting in my lap, her tiny voice making the ponies talk to each other. Her long black hair was in a long braid to her waist, and her skin was just as russet-brown as mine was. The only differences between us were our eye color, age, size, hair length and face structure.

My eyes suddenly slipped to the floor, and I ended up memorizing the blue, white and gray pattern of the tiles and grout.

"Patricia!" A voice rang out. "Jeez, where are you?!"

The voice was still familiar in my mind because I had only talked to him a day before. It was husky, and reminded me of a bonfire. And I knew it had to be Paul because only he would call me Patricia; I went by Trisha because I loathed my name.

My stomach twisted suddenly. I hadn't told him about Jules, though, because I was scared of what my dad and my brother were going to think of her. Jules's head snapped up, and she looked around, her confused three-year-old face pinching.

I grinned at the voice of my brother as I grabbed Jules into my arms. I balanced her on one hip because I didn't want her to get lost. With my other hand, I grabbed my suite case and Jules' little bag and started toward the voice. "Paul! Paul?!" I cried out, trying to find him in the bustling crowd of people.

I was rushing blindly, and I suddenly crashed into a headlong wall of warmth. I staggered back, losing my grip of the suite case and Jules's bag. Jules clung onto me though, and only slipped down a few inches.

The man turned around, and I was suddenly staring into my own face, just flipped into a males. The mouth was the same, but the cheek bones were a little off because they were more manly then my own. Jules tightened her grip on me again as I slowly looked up, scanning the male's face until I found his eyes.

They were dark and smoldering, and they were my eyes.

The male was looking at me with almost a glare. "Sorry," he said before he went to go move around me. "Patricia!" he called.

My stomach again twisted, but I ignored it."It's Trisha," I told him. "My name is Trisha." I grinned.

The male whipped around to face me, almost running into a frazzled looking lady. His eyes looked over me about three times before he said, "Trisha?"

I nodded, a giddy, happy feeling over coming me and my sick stomach. "Yeah. I'm Patricia. Are you Paul?"

His eyes went wide, and his mouth dropped. "Patricia? Jeez, you don't seem like my sister at all."

I scowled playfully at him, knowing that it was him now. The nerves decided to melt away into nothing now. "Whatever, Paul Matthew Conner," I grumbled, saying his full name before I went to turn away.

A hot hand grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around so I had to face him again. "Oh, crap, Trisha, it's really you! The last time I saw you was, well, three years ago, but whatever!" And suddenly I was being embraced by warm arms.

I tried to hug him back, but Jules then started to cry, "Off! Off!"

Paul pulled back and looked at me closely. "Jeez, you really are a beanpole, aren't you?"

I motioned to his six-foot-something height and his huge muscles. "And what are you, on steroids?"

"So, who's junior?" Paul bent down to Jules's height. He grinned at her when she smiled at him.

Jules didn't find him frightening. In fact, she grinned and said, "I'm Jwles."

"Uh, well, she's with me, that's for sure." I was at a loss for words. How could I explain Jules? My stomach started to spin into a knot again, and I clutched Jules closer to me.

"Daughter?" Paul asked, his eyes snapping up to me, but his body still bent over. His eyes were questionably angry, as if he didn't want me to have a daughter.

Or he was being an over protective brother, like he was born to be.

"No." I finally made the words come out. "She's our half sister."

Paul's eyes locked with mine, and then he stared at Jules. "H-h-half sister? What the fu . . . fudge?" Even in his anger, I could see him trying not to swear around Jules. He started shaking and trembling and he kept muttering at himself to stop.

I sighed, my own anger at my mother bubbling up, and it mixed with my strangely tight stomach. "Long explanation or short?"

"Long and full and now," Paul miffed as he stood up straight. His jaw was tight, and I could tell he was trying not to yell.

Jules only smiled, being her quiet self.

"Mom met a guy named Dave and they had a hot one night stand making her pregnant and have Jules who then had to live with her mother cheating on every single guy which made me finally get really mad three years later and move back home." I was still short on the explanation.

Paul's eyes questioned farther, but he didn't push. All his anger seemed to evaporate instantly when I quickly explained. He knew our mother, and knew that she was afraid of commitment, which was why she went with every man she could find. "Well, we'd better get going–I'm borrowing a friend's car and he still decided to come anyway." Paul shook his head. "You got a car seat for that kid?"

"Booster," I corrected quickly.

Paul stared at me as if I had just spoken pig Latin.

"A booster seat is a seat that helps a child sit to a good height and keep them strapped in. It's in my suite case," I explained quickly, smiling.

"Everything is in a woman's suite case," Paul grumbled. "Ah, okay. Here, I got the bags." Paul reached down quickly and grabbed both mine and Jules' bags. He didn't seem phased by the extra twenty pounds added to him. "Follow me, and we'll be able to get out to Quil's truck."

Too long? Too short? Liked it? Hated it? Uh, so many questions so little time . . . .

Okay, just to clear a few things up:

Her full name is Patricia Kristina Conner, though she goes by Trisha, and she is Paul's distant sister. Black hair, looks like a Quileute yada-yada-yada, dark smoldering eyes.

Jules's name is actually Julia, but Trisha calls her Jules.

And yes, I'm a newbie at this. :P

Um, I guess you can review, but I'm extremely new, so I guess criticism is welcome, as long as you keep it sorta nice. :S

Thanks for reading!!