Character descriptions:

Ariya: 18 years old; short (about 5 foot tall); hourglass figure; strong (for a girl); big, brown eyes (gold tint in the sun); olive tan skin; thick, long, brown hair (shines red in the sun); a couple of ear piercings and a nose piercing; one dimple (the angel's kiss)

Emmett: 20 years old; tall (about 6'7); VERY muscular; large amber eyes; pale, marble skin (does NOT glitter in the sun); short, black hair; the cutest dimples when he smiles

Jacob: 18 years old; tall (about 6'2); muscular; big, brown eyes; dark, tan skin; short, spiky, thick, black hair; dimples when he smiles

Sam: 24 years old; tall (about 6'5); lanky, but muscular; big, brown eyes; dark, tan skin; short, thick, black hair; saves his smiles; cares mostly about his sister and his tribe

This chapter is just going to focus on the background of the main character and her relationship with her older brother Sam.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that are in this story, except Ariya. She is my own little creation.

Ariya POV

'Ugh it is too early for this.' I thought as I heard my brother yelling for me that he made breakfast. "Sam, c'mon! Five more minutes, please?" I was having a wonderful dream of the most beautiful golden eyes.

"No can do, baby sis. I love you, but you need to wake up!" Sam jumped on my bed. He started laughing as I just rolled over, grumbling for him to go away. "Fine, I guess I'm going to have to take drastic measures." And so the tickling begins. This is usually how most of our mornings start, he tries to wake me with promises of food, me trying to get more sleep, and he ends up tickling me awake.

"Hahaha! FINE! I'm awake! Just stop tickling me, please!" Tears were rolling down my face as me and my brother started our morning routine, my previous dream, forgotten.

As we were eating in our comfortable silence, I looked at my brother, thinking of how truly blessed I was to have him. We were only half siblings, sharing only our mother. Sam's father died when he was 4. Mother had me 2 years later. My father did not want a child, so he left her, only paying what was needed, even though Mother never asked him for it. When I was 10, Mother died. They almost sent me away to my father, but Grandfather took us both in. He only had us for 2 years. When Sam turned 18, he had used the money he was saving from working, to get us a house. It's only me and him, so it's a tiny house. We don't need much. Sam has the respect of the entire reservation, and has gotten a much better job over. He wants me to go to college, bring more honor to our family and tribe. But I could never leave him. We are all each other have. Whenever I tell him to get a girlfriend, he laughs at me. He either tells me that he doesn't need a girlfriend when he has me around to keep him company and to take care of him, or 'How can I find a girlfriend when the most beautiful girl on the reservation is my sister?' I just laugh at him.

No one on the reservation dares to talk about our family and the past. I wasn't the most well-liked as a child. I'm only half Native American. The other kids would tease me until I cried. Every day, I would lock myself away in my room crying because I never felt like I belonged. Then one day, Sam got sick of drying my tears and holding me until I fell asleep, he went straight to the kids and literally scared them into leaving me alone. They still didn't like me, and I didn't have many friends, but I was grateful. And so, my brother and best friend, Sam Uley, became the over protective, loving, caring man that he is. He is not known to casually wear a smile, so every smile I saw became sacred to me. I since have been determined to make sure I see Sam smile as much as I can.

As we got older, everything started to change, and about three months ago, Jacob Black finally asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course, he had to ask Sam first, who, being that over protective brother of mine, wasn't too happy, but he saw how happy Jake made me, and gave us his blessings. However, Sam still talks to Jake, giving him clear warning of how to act with me. I just shake my head and laugh. Three months later, Jake and I are going as strong as the first day. He makes me so happy. Usually for our dates, we go off the reservation and watch movies, go out to eat or just walk around and talk. So far in the summer, I spent my days with Jake trying to help him fix up some old motorcycles. They should be done soon, and he's gonna teach me to ride. I hope Sam lets me go. I smiled to myself thinking about June.

"What's got you so happy?" Sam laughed.

"Just thinking about how well June went so far. With me and Jake working on those motorcycles." I saw Sam tense and his smile faltered a bit when I mentioned the motorcycles. "You know, Jake promised me that he would teach me how to ride one once they're fixed up." I added, crossing my fingers.

Sam's smile fell from his face, as my words were sinking in. he was stock still for a minute, and then slowly stood, a scowl crossing over his features and his body was trembling in anger. I stood up also; ready to go grab him in case he decided to go pay Jake a visit.

"The hell he will!" Sam screamed. He came over to hover over me, but I stood my ground; no matter how scared I was, I knew Sam could never hurt me. His eyes softened as he looked at me, and he pulled me into a crushing hug. He was still shaking, and I was worried. He held me to him, not speaking for a minute. Finally, he whispered, "I'm sorry." I was shocked. He pulled back just enough to look at me. "I'm sorry I yelled. I'm just terrified of… I just… I can't lose you. Not you too." He pulled me back into his chest. "Not you. You're all I've got, all I live for."

I started to cry, all of my previous worry replaced with understanding and pain; pain for our mother's death. I really was the only thing keeping him going everyday. Just like he always was for me, only now, I had Jake for me too.

We stayed like that for a while, sobbing to each other for comfort. Finally, we both stopped crying. We went back to eating our breakfast. Sam got up when he was done and looked at me and said, "Go get ready, we're going to the Black's home." When I started to protest, worried for my boyfriend, Sam was quick to quiet me. "Don't worry, Billy called me earlier this morning to ask for some help. Maybe if I have time, then I'll talk to Jacob. I do plan on talking too him soon, though. You can count on that." He smirked as he finished talking, and walked away.

Although I was nervous for the talk Sam wanted to have with Jake, I was excited to go to the Black's. I ended up skipping the rest of my breakfast, cleaned the dishes, and ran to get ready.