A/N: This is a Paul/OC story! I was going to make it Jacob/OC but I thought it would make a better Paul/OC story :3
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French(English)
Joey
Jojo
"Come on, one more set and then you two are done."
"Kay dad," I answered. My father had my brother and I training for self-defense. We had been training hard ever since I had been almost beaten to death. It had been a hard time for us and on top of that, my mother died three months later. We hadn't been the same ever since but we all grew stronger. That had been 8 years ago.
I pulled out my sword, made especially for me, my name engraved in the side, as my brother took out his. "Set position. Sword ready, chin up. Never look down. Stay focused. Start!"
I flung my sword towards my brother and he ducked down, dodging it. I flung again and he blocked it with his sword. He swung towards me, aiming for my abdomen and my sword flew downward, catching his before he hit me. I glared. He's trying to kill me!
I flipped backwards, my sword facing sideways. I landed on my feet and faced my brother. He lunged at me and I ducked down, him flying over me and landing a few feet away from a tree. He hopped up quickly, composing himself. I narrowed my eyes at him and whispered quietly in French, "Prêts?(Ready?)."
"Ouais. (yeah.)"
I ran towards him as he got into set position. I pointed out my sword towards him. Our swords hit against each other making a clinking noise. Joey backed up, foot side by side. One of the many rules made by our dad was to never back up; it showed weakness to your apponent.
Joe lost focus and I knocked his sword out of his hand. He stumbled backwards over a raised tree root and I stood over him. I pinned my blade at his neck, making sure not to pierce the skin, "Vous savez si vous souhaitez arrêter de me douter que je cesser de coups de pied dans le cul.(You do know if you'd stop doubting me I'd stop kicking you ass.)"
"Ouais, ouais. Je vous laisse gagner. (Yeah, yeah. I let you win.)" I rolled my eyes at him. The weakest link is always older. In this case, it was the other way around. I'm oldest and I'm stronger. I feel mighty proud about that.
I retracted my sword and helped him up. "Ha! Vous avez besoin de plus de formation que moi, Joey, donc, je n'avais jamais perdu pour vous. (Ha! You need more training then me, Joey, so I'd never lose to you.)"
"Jonathon Ethan Derceto, what did I tell you about backing up! That's why you always lose!"
"Désolé papa. Mais pourrait avoir battue! (Sorry dad. But I could've beaten her!)
"I truly wish you two would stop with the French. I can't understand it!" my dad argued. Joe and I shot each other a glance, sending telepathic message. (A/N: It's something that most twins experience. My sister and I can send telepathic message and feel what each other are feeling. My brother says we're weird.)
He just doesn't understand, does he?
Um, not quite. He truly doesn't.
"Si vous ne le comprennent pensez-vous que nous avions il parler? Non! (If you did understand it do you think we'd speak it? No!)" we shouted in unison. We had learned French from our mom before she died. She always told us to keep praticing it. Now we use it against our dad.
"Whatever. Come on Nate, Jo. You guys coming back?"
"Yeah definitely dad. You're cooking right? I'm starving!" Joe exclaimed. I snorted. When isn't he hungry?
"Nah, dad. I'ma go for a run. See you guys later."
"Kay, see ya Jo."
"See ya, Joe." I replied. I grabbed my 9 inch hand knife with the 4 and a 1/2 inch blade and clipped the holster onto my jeans. I ran through the woods, jumping over trees stumps and hollow logs. A normal human would've stumbled already but I'm stronger then normal and I practically live in these woods. It wasn't that hard to me.
I stopped. Something was off today. My ears perked up and I listened closely. There was something running through the forest. It was big, I can tell you that. I heard it coming from the west; right behind me.
I turned, just as a big russet furry mass stopped in front of me, teeth bared and growling. I glared at it. It looked kind of like a... wolf? I've never seen wolves running around La Push woods. If I did, I would've remembered as big as this thing is.
It lunged at me and I fell to the ground. It was standing over me, a paw on each side of my head, growling. I pushed it off of me and hopped on top of it, pulling out my knife. I stabbed it in it's neck, blood trickling down to the ground.
What happened next was nothing like what I was expecting. It phased into a very naked Native boy. The cut that was there a second ago gone, completely healed. What the hell?
"Hi..."
A/N: Cliffy! And it's only first chapter! Haha!
Just so you understand, Jojo, Joey, and Jathon are all from Forks but they train in La Push :)
Forever Yours will be updated later. Sorry it's late :(
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