Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight character, they all belong to Meyer; Lucky Ducky.

Author's Note: Yes, this is a Seth Clearwater fan fiction because in Breaking Dawn I happen to fall in love. I have never written a story with Seth in it, so if you are hard on Seth and I get him wrong on some parts, tell me and I'll change it.

Summary: Aanjay is the furthest thing from your normal sixteen year old girl. Her father just died from Huntington's Disease, her mother has decided to move her to a Forks, Washington where a friend of her mother's and father's lives, and she has the same disease the killed her father.
Aanjay isn't to happy about moving, but what teen in their right mind would? Maybe that will change when she meets a certain Quileute teen who happens to change into a wolf whenever he feels like it. Seth Clearwater and Aanjay Ravin hit it off from the start but she starts to wonder if she should stop things before she, or anything else, gets worse.

Chapter One

The steady beeping of the heart monitor wasn't the only sign that my father was still alive. The uncontrollable jerking of his entire body was the one thing you noticed above everything else. I held his hand with both of mine, looking in his light brown, watery eyes as he stared into the identical ones of mine. I smiled, slightly, at him and brought his hand up to kiss it. He continued jerking around on his hospital bed as somebody entered behind us. A soft, gentle hand came down on my shoulder. I placed my cheek on it and closed my eyes, letting a few silent tears fall down my pale cheeks.

"How's he doing?" My mother's sweet voice asked softly. I lifted my head shaking it while laughing before shrugging my shoulders. "How are you doing?"

"My best friend's dying," My voice was shaky as I released one of my hands from his and pushed a strand of hair away from his eyes. "How do you think I'm doing?" I returned my hand onto his and kissed it again.

"I'm going to give you two some more time alone." She whispered, after sighing, before bending down to kiss my cheek softly. She slowly left the room, pausing after opening the door to look back at us, and closing the door almost inaudibly. My focus went back on my dad, vowing not to take my eyes off of him for the rest of his life.

"Aan-" He jerked his head harshly.

"Shh, daddy, you don't have to say anything." I whispered leaning closer to him. He tried to shake his head, the best he could.

"I-, I love-, love you." He stammered out. I sniffled a little before I let the tears completely fall from my eyes. He lifted the arm that I wasn't holding onto, inviting me to lay on him; I did without hesitation. I lay quickly on his chest, my own chest heaving from the state of deep crying I was in. He petted my head, like he used to do when I was a child to get me to go to sleep, the best he could.

"I love you, too, daddy, so much." I cried out once I calmed down a little. "I don't want you to leave us." I hiccupped bringing my head up to look back into his eyes. "I'm not ready to let you go!" He shook his head and dragged my head down with his hand to meet his, forehead to forehead.

"Ta-, take c-, care of your m-, m-, mother." Tears were collecting in his eyes as I shook my head 'yes' in response. "Pr-, promi-, mise me." I shook my head again before he kissed my forehead. I could feel his strength draining from his arms. "Le-, let g-, go Aanjay." He let go off my head abruptly and jerked and twitched violently for a few minutes, the heart monitor going crazy. I climbed off of his bed, standing a few feet away from it; giving him his space. I was so entranced by my father's state I didn't notice the people enter the room. Suddenly, he went still and his heart monitor silenced.

"No daddy, no!" I screamed running back over to him. "Please, don't leave." I collapsed by his bed onto my knees, burying my head into my arms. A pair of arms came around me, helping me up and out of the room. I turned my head to look back at him, one last time, the tears blurring my vision and stinging my eyes.

I stared down at my hands as the minister gave his regular sermon for people's funerals. My mom's arm was draped around my shoulder while her other hand was pushed against my other shoulder. My best friend, Rebecca, held securely onto my hand, her right knee touching my left. I blinked hard while swallowing harshly before looking up as the minister ended.

"Is there anyone who would like to say anything about Lupus?" His cold, deep voice asked, looking around the room. A few people looked at each other, expecting everybody else to jump up and spill their guys, but not them themselves.

My mom gave my shoulders a light squeeze before squeeze, "I'll say something," Her voice cracked from all of the crying she had been doing. I gave her a questioning look when she turned around to put her jacket in her chair but she just shook her head softly. She walked slowly up to the podium and breathed in deeply, looking at everyone who had come. "Lupus Ravin, was more than more husband, he was my best friend. Yes, I'm sure a lot of wives say that but to me, it is very, very true." She shook her head with each 'very', trying to give them each emphasize. "We met when we were sixteen years old, the same age as our beautiful daughter, Aanjay," She pointed at me with her arm and smiled, "is right now. When we were seventeen we were married, his parents really didn't like that fact all that much." She laughed staring off, gone into another world where my father was still alive, "but we were teens and we were in love." She said longingly. "Everyone said that our relationship wouldn't last, no matter how much we hoped, or dreamed, but we showed them. Yes, we got into fights, we yelled, we screamed, God, we even threw things at each other." She paused for a minute. "But that man has been the only man that I have ever wanted to be with and has been the only man I have been with and it will stay that way. Even though he is gone, I see him when I see my daughter. She reminds me so much of her father in so many ways." Her concentration went to me and stayed at me as tears started to float down her cheeks. I got out of Rebecca's grasp and walked up to the podium.

"Go sit down mom, I'll talk now." I whispered in here ear, pushing her a little towards her seat. "Hey," I laughed nervously, "I've never really been good at talking in front of people, but I think my dad is a pretty good reason to step up to the plate and get over that fear, ever if for a second." I swallowed hard, wiping my sweaty palms on my black dress. "My dad has—had—" I swallowed hard, "always been there for me, no matter what the situation was: if it was riding a bike, or talking about a boy. Mom wasn't always there because of her schooling, which both me and dad made her go back and do, so a lot of the time he had to be both the mom and the dad." My breathing started to get hard and I started to get dizzy. "No matter what happens to me, or my mom, we will always be a family and love him," People we're looking at me weirdly and I tried to balance myself on the podium. "Um, ex-, excuse." I mumbled before running out of the church, across the street where the local park was.

I fell down onto my knees as a string of white and clear liquid came out of my mouth, leaving a vile taste in my mouth. I heaved a couple more times, those time, nothing coming out. I closed my eyes tightly as I let tears from both the mental and physical pain wash over me. I sat down on my butt, my legs lying on top of each other, and wiped my mouth before wiping my hand on my dress.

"Are you okay?" Rebecca's high, sweet voice came from behind me. I looked up at her and shook my head as she walked closer to me. "I told your mom to stay, that I'd come and check up on you. I said that you'd probably want them to bury him without you." Her face contorted into a worried looked. "Was I wrong?"

"No," I sighed, "you weren't wrong, Beck." I turned my head back away from her, turning it toward the sky, and closing my eyes.

"When are you guys leaving?" She asked after a few minutes of silence. I opened my eyes back up and tilted my head further back to look at her.

"Tomorrow," I lifted one finger and sighed. She smiled and shook her head.

"So you're just gonna throw me to the wolves like that, huh?" She asked looking up at the clouds, too.

"What do you mean?" I looked at her questioningly.

"School," She state matter-of-factly, "junior year chicka!" She exclaimed.

"You are such a moron sometimes," I muttered lying down, "watch your foot. Don't want to slide it in Aanjay puke." I laughed.

"You truly are a pig, even more so than Greg." I could hear her rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, exactly, Gregory," I just remembered him, "you'll have him."

"He's not much to have." She giggled.

"Where was he today anyways?" I sat back up, swinging my body around to face her. Gregory was our other friend since diapers and also Rebecca's on-again, off-again boyfriend.

"Work, he tried to get off but his boss is a bitch." She elongated 'bitch', rolling her eyes. "He's gonna be majorly pissed off if the wicked witch doesn't let him have the day off to send you off." I laughed a little and just looked at her. "What?" She asked nervously.

"I'm just going to miss you guys like crazy." I sighed. "I know it's probably the best thing, getting away from memories, but their friend lives there so I don't see how much that'll help out." I've been trying to make sense of the move ever since mom told me about it the day after dad died, a week ago, but it still gives me a headache.

"Maybe being around him will be like being around your father?"

"But wouldn't that hurt her?" Nothing made sense.

"Maybe she's not doing it for her." She placed her hand on mine and smiled weakly at me. "Maybe she's doing it for you." I looked at her discriminatingly. "C'mon Jay, you've been acting totally different since he died. You haven't cried much since the hospital, every time you smile it's fake, every laugh is hallow."

"You need to stop hanging out with me," I mumbled. "You're describing my laugh with words like hallow." I rolled my eyes and turned back around to face the empty playground.

I have no idea how long we sat there just looking at the clouds and the kids coming and going. Soon it would be dark and my mom would be worried, Beck's mom would call the cops if she wasn't home soon, and Gregory would be getting out of work and searching for his girl. I sighed and stood up slowly, Rebecca following suit. I turned to face her again but somehow managed to miss her completely, looking at the ground.

"Uh, I'll try to make it tomorrow to see you off," She grabbed my hand again, "both of us will." I looked up at her and gave her my smile, the smile she's been trying to pry out of me for a week, a real smile. I threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly. I knew I wasn't going to see her tomorrow, or Greg. They both had work, they both had lives. This was the last time I was going to see my best friend.

"I love you Rebecca Lynn," I whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek.

"I love you, too, Aanjay."

End Note: Her name is on – yuh and Rebecca calls her Jay.
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