A/N: I finally got off my lazy butt and started on the sequel. By the way, i'm really nervous about this because i'm not sure how all of the readers will react to it. But i do hope you like it and i have a lot in store for those of you who continue to read. So please make sure to review and tell me if i should continue with this or not. it would really help me out.

And another note for the previous readers, if you haven't figured it out yet, i changed my name from NessieB1721 to MissRenesmeeRose. i felt the need for a change. Hope it doesn't confuse you.

Background: This is a sequel to my previous Bree fanfiction called 'Second Lives and Loves'. If you're just starting to read this and have never read that story, then i'm gonna fill you in some important info. 1) This fanfiction IS NOT based on the Short Second Life of Bree Tanner. i dont want anyone to get confused with that. 2) Bree is in love with two guys. Greg, a human whom she met from school. Seth, a werewolf and her best friend for five years. 3) Bree thinks she's done the right thing by leaving Forks so she can stay away from both Greg and Seth. 4) Seth recently imprinted on Bree's sixteen year old sister named Stella. 5) Stella does know that Bree is vampire. If you have any questions, just ask.

DISCLAIMER: THE TWILIGHT SAGA BELONGS TO S. MEYER. I'M JUST BORROWING FOR MY IMAGINARY PLAYGROUND.

Chapter 1- Tacoma

A soft rain fell across Tacoma, Washington, my current residence. The rain was a soothing sound as I drove back to my apartment after indulging myself with Washington's wildlife. Hunting always seemed to make me feel better when I was in a bad mood. I couldn't get their faces out of my head—Greg and Seth, the two guys that I loved.

I'd been living in Tacoma for seven months—ever since November. Alice had told me it would be a bad idea to leave, but I wouldn't listen. I thought I knew everything…I thought this would make everyone feel better… But I knew it was only making things worse in Forks. Alice would send me a "care package" every month with a letter and a box full of expensive items. I hadn't received one in a while, so I was sure that one would be waiting for me when I got home.

I parked outside my apartment building and looked around. I had this odd feeling that someone was watching me. Maybe I was just imagining things or hoping that someone I knew would show up, but I smelled something familiar. It was a woodsy, wet dog smell, but then I realized that Tacoma always smelled like that—it rained all the time, there were forests everywhere, and plenty of people owned dogs. But I could have sworn…no, that couldn't be it… But I knew that familiar scent reminded me of someone—I thought about his face, his contagious smile, his naturally tan skin, and short dark hair, and I remembered the way he had held me…I quickly shook that memory out of my head.

"Oh, Bree! You're home," I turned to see my neighbor, Madison, coming from her apartment holding my much-expected box. "You got a package. It was setting outside, but I didn't want it to get wet, so I decided to bring it in to my place."

"Thanks, Madison," I said, taking the box from her.

"There was a guy knocking at your door earlier," Madison said, interrupting me before I walked into my apartment.

"Really," I asked automatically interested in who my mystery visitor had been.

"Yeah. He was really cute. He had that whole mysterious thing going on. He came down here on a motorcycle. He had short black hair and really tan skin like one of those gorgeous Native American guys…"

My mind began to wander off as Madison continued talking—it was like she never stopped. The familiar wet dog smell was still in the air and the guy that Madison described fit with it. But it couldn't be him. How had found me? I looked around into the darkness, scanning the trees and bushes for any glimpse of him, but I saw nothing.

"Did you get his name," I asked, slightly interrupting Madison's constant babble of whatever it was she was talking about.

"No," she said, looking sheepish. "He was way too hot for me to talk to him. Why? Do you know him?"

I nodded. "I think so."

"Oh, my God! Is he, like, your boyfriend from back home?"

"Something like that," I replied. "I should get inside and put some dry clothes on. I'll talk to you later."

"Oh, okay," Madison said. She looked like she wanted to talk more, but I didn't have the time. Madison was all about the gossip. She had probably already told everyone in our building about him. She was one of those nosy neighbors that you never wanted to see very much.

"Um…thanks for saving my package from the rain."

"Oh, no prob. That's what neighbors are for, right."

I nodded and happily walked into my cozy apartment. I lived in one of those pent-house apartments with many windows and hardly any walls. The kitchen was connected to my bedroom, which was connected to the living room. Carlisle had insisted that he paid for everything; he wanted to help me out.

After taking a quick shower, I sat down in the living room and opened my box from Alice. I looked at the return address and saw that the Cullens had moved from Forks to Vancouver. I thought it was about that time. Inside my package there were two envelopes on top of many clothes and a pair of expensive heels. I opened the first envelope, which held a couple pictures of Alice and Jasper with the Eiffel Tower in the background and the usual letter from Alice:

Dear Bree,

I know it took longer than usual for you to receive the package from me, but that's only because Jazz and I decided to spend a couple weeks in Paris. It was amazing and I managed to buy you some cute lingerie and those gorgeous heels at the bottom of the box. I also included the cutest dress I found on the internet. I'm sure you can find somewhere special to wear it.

Hope Tacoma is treating you okay. We miss you very much. Jasper really wants you to come visit. I know you two were close. Hope to see you in person soon!

With Love,

Your Fashionista Big Sis, Alice

I smiled and placed the letter back in its envelope. I really did miss Alice and Jasper. I was going to have to write back soon. I grabbed up the light blue envelope and opened it. It was a wedding invitation from Leah. The date was set for July 16th. I couldn't believe Leah had given me an invitation; I always thought she hated me.

I started unpacking the box. There was skimpy lingerie from Paris that still had hundred-dollar tags on them, a comfortable pair of jeans, some t-shirts, short skirts, a fancy one-shoulder black dress, and a pair of hard-to-walk-in heels. Looks like Alice planned ahead; she must have known that Leah would send me an invitation. If I decided to go, at least I would have something suitable to wear.

But if I did decide to attend Leah's wedding, that would mean Seth would be there. And I wasn't sure if I was ready to see him. I don't know what I would say to him. But, what if Seth was already here in Tacoma? Madison described the guy outside just like Seth looked and that also explained the familiar dog smell outside.

There was a steady knock on the door and I stashed all my items back in the box. I walked over and opened the door to reveal a very wet and very familiar guy. I closed my eyes, thinking this was all a daydream, but when I opened them again, he was still standing there with the most heart-warming smile I had ever seen.

"Seth," I said.

"Happy to see me?" Seth still smiled at me—like there was nothing weird going on between us, like everything was the same as before. I stood there, speechless. "Can I come in or do I have to stay outside in the rain?"

I nodded. "Yeah. You can come in."

Seth walked in my apartment and I closed the door behind him. "Nice place you have," Seth commented as he looked around. "Sorry, I'm dripping on your floor. I'm guessing you don't have any extra clothes I could fit."

I shook my head, unable to say anything. I was slightly tongue-tied. But I wasn't sure what I should say in the first place. Seth started taking his shirt off, revealing his perfect muscles...and then he started unbuttoning his pants. "Seth, what are you doing?"

"You don't think I'm going to keep these wet clothes on, do you," he asked with a wry smile. "If it makes you feel uncomfortable I can leave the pants on."

"No, I'm fine. I'll just go get you a towel." I quickly grabbed a towel from the closet beside the bathroom and handed it to Seth. He wrapped the towel around his waist and began pulling down his jeans as I turned the other way.

I heard Seth chuckle as he began taking off his shoes. "You can turn around now." I turned around and picked up Seth's wet clothes from the floor before throwing them in the dryer. When I came back in the room, Seth was silently walking around the room looking at all my furniture and some pictures Alice had sent me previously. "I know I probably should have called before I came," he started. "But I guess I wanted it to be a surprise."

I sat down on the couch, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. I couldn't stop thinking about the last time I'd seen Seth…or what we'd done. I remembered the way he's looked at me and that one look said everything. I remembered how his extremely warm lips had molded against mine. I remembered the way his arms felt wrapped around my waist and the feeling of his hands as they explored my body… I shook my head, quickly trying to focus. This was one of the reasons I had left Forks—so I wouldn't have to think about him or Greg.

I sighed. "Seth, how did you even know where I was living?"

"Well, I went to go visit Jacob since he's living with the Cullens in Vancouver and Alice was there. So, I asked her. And she gave me that box with the address on it and said I could bring it here."

Alice. Of course—why didn't I think of that?

"So," I said. "What are you doing here?"

Seth walked over to sit with me on the couch and I could feel the familiar warmth emanating from his skin. He placed a warm hand over one of my cold ones and gave a slight smile. "I came to apologize."

"Apologize? If anyone needs to apologize it's me, not you."

Seth shook his head. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have done what I did. I guess I should have stopped myself. Maybe I shouldn't have told you that I loved you."

"No, Seth. I did what I did because I meant it. Nothing you could have said or done would have changed that."

"Why did you leave?"

"I don't know. I guess because I thought it was the right thing to do. But I know now that it wasn't. I'm sorry for everything."

"So, you really meant it when you said you loved me," Seth asked, looking me in the eyes.

I nodded. "I still do…It's just confusing right now because I love Greg too. I didn't think it would be fair to both of you if I stayed in Forks."

"I think it's fair. We can share you."

I shook my head. "That's not right."

"Well, just come back to Forks with me. We can all figure something out. Greg needs you…you haven't seen him…"

"What do mean," I asked, putting together a mental picture of Greg in my head.

"When you left Forks…he changed…in a bad way. I mean, I was never friends with the guy in the first place, but you leaving messed him up."

I mentally groaned and scolded myself for the hundredth time for doing something so stupid like leaving Forks when I shouldn't have. I knew something like this would happen. Why didn't I listen to Alice? She'd told me all about how Bella was when Edward left—it was like history repeating itself. I felt terrible for leaving Greg and Seth. It was all my fault and we were all hurting because of it.

"How has he changed," I whispered, thinking of all the awful possibilities in my head.

"I think you'd have to see for yourself. But I guess you could say he's drowning all his sorrows, if you know what I mean."

Drowning all his sorrows. I grimaced as a mental picture of Greg gulping down every bottle of alcohol he could get his hands on popped in my head.

"How have you been," I asked. I'd been concerned all about Greg for the past few minutes but Seth had yet to tell me how he really felt.

"Okay, I guess. I've kind of been busy with a lot of stuff. The Pack. Helping out with Leah's wedding invitations."

I looked down at my hands, recalling something that had come up between us. The last time Seth and I had been together, he'd told me that he imprinted…on my sister. When Hayley, my best friend from Seattle, and Stella, my younger sister, had visited me in Forks, Seth had imprinted on her. I still couldn't believe that was true. Seth had told me all kinds of stories of how different werewolves had imprinted from his pack and I'd never really believed how it could happen until then. I was still confused on how it works. But Seth had told me he didn't even want it to happen. It's not something he can control.

"Um…how's that imprint going," I asked, trying to sound casual. It kind of hurt for me to talk about it. Seth was my best friend—I loved him—and it made me slightly jealous to hear him say he imprinted on my sister. But she didn't know it.

Seth shrugged, replying to my question.

"Have you seen her?"

"Yeah. Sort of."

"So, you've talked to Stella about it?"

"No," Seth said. "I've seen her and talked to her a little."

"Where did you see Stella," I asked, suddenly interested.

"Well, she came to Forks and went to the Cullen mansion and you guys weren't there. I told her that you all left and we talked a little bit."

We were both silent for a little bit, probably thinking about the same thing: Stella. I hadn't seen Stella since November and now it was July...that's seven months. That was most likely the reason she went to Forks in the first place—to visit me. I wish there was some way to go see her, but I couldn't go to Portland with mom and dad there too. There had to be some way I could see her… But I did know of one I thing I could—and should—do. I needed to go talk to Greg. It was my turn to apologize.

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