I am sorry about the name of the story, "Un-Titled." If anybody has any ideas about the title, please say it in the review.

Disclaimer- I don't own twilight.

Jamie's Pov

I leaned my head against the cold window and watched the scenery turn eerily green. I felt a hand on shoulder, but I ignored it. Instead, I blasted my ipod. This was how I dealt, ever since the accident. It was my version of mental help since my mom couldn't afford a psychiatrist. I felt the earplugs tugged out of my ear.

"Honey, you can't ignore me forever. It is not your fault about Jo-," Mom began.

I took a deep breath and put on a good front, "No Mom, I am over it. Your right, it is not my fault that Johnny died. But, I don't want to dwell on the past. That's why were moving to La Push, isn't it? A new beginning?" I asked.

"Good you understand, finally," Mom whispered. Then she started laughing randomly. But, that is what an alcoholic does right, become insane?

I looked back at the empty back seat and a single tear ran down my face. I knew I could fool my mother easily. She wouldn't pry into my emotions. She barely cared; she just didn't want me to make her look bad when we meet new people.

Deep down, though, I could never forgive myself. It was all my fault Johnny is… dead. I remember the night perfectly.

***FLASHBACK***

Johnny and his drunk friends just walked in the door. I looked at him and scowled.

"What's up your butt?" he asked.

"Your drunk," I stated.

"Yeah. It's-s-s great," he grabbed my shoulders. "You feel numb. I feel so light, like I don't have a worry in the world."

"C'mon Johnny, go to bed. I need your help for Mom," I persisted.

"NO!" Johnny screamed. His drunk friends snickered. "I am only thirteen. I shouldn't have to be responsible for a thirty-two year old woman. It's not my fault Dad didn't love us. I hate him, I hate him for everything."

I slapped him hard. "Don't ever say that about Dad. He loved us, he got shot."

"Yeah, well Mom didn't handle it well. I shouldn't need to feel like the adult. I AM ONLY THIRTEEN!" he shrieked.

"That's exactly why you shouldn't be drunk," I said.

"Oh, stop it," Johnny said. "You are killing the buzz. You should drink too. You'd feel so much better."

I snapped, "You know what get out of the house. I don't need this extra stress. Come back when you are sober."

He left to his room, and I was relieved. He has come to he senses. His friends were actually two kids. A boy and a girl, both very pale with brown eyes. They left quickly.

Johnny came back with his bag full of things.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm leaving and I aint ever coming back. I am never gonna be sober," he said. "Bye."

I wasn't worried, though. Johnny had run away before. He had come back the next morning crying and I'd make him tea. The next morning though, the police came. Johnny was shot at a drug deal. I didn't realize how deep he was in and I pratically threw him out to die. I was a monster.

*** End of flashback***

"Okay here we are," Mom said. "Can you go shopping for food? Thanks here's ten dollars. Bye."

I got out of the car and Mom drove away. She just dropped my off at the house. I didn't even know where it was. Oh well, a perfect way to know my surroundings. I started walking toward the next house over for directions. The mailbox read "The Clearwaters." I went to ring the doorbell. A middle age woman answered the door.

"Oh, hello," she said politely.

"Hello. My name is Jamie and I just moved in next door. I was wondering where the grocery store is," I said sweetly.

"Oh, you must be a Lyman," she said. I cringed at the last name. It is my Mom's and I don't want to be anything like her. "It is pretty confusing walk. I will get my son to walk you. SETH! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE AND WALK OUR NEIGHBOR TO THE GROCERY STORE!"

A boy who was around my age, fourteen, came down the steps. "Mom, what is it? Jake and I and I are going cliff-," he started. He looked at me with deep brown eyes and his eyes sparkled. He was tall and gangly. He was russet and beautiful. I looked away with my boring hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I need to get to the grocery store," I whispered.

"No, it is fine. Jake can wait," he said.

"You kids have fun," said.

Seth walked next to me and for awhile I was quiet. But, then the wind picked up and my silky black hair kept getting in my face. I put it up, but my elbow knocked his chest.

"Oh god, I am so clumsy," I apologized.

"It's fine," he said. But, he kept my gaze. We stopped at the store. "Here it is."

He walked me inside and I quickly gathered everything we should need. But, everything cost $30.

"Crap," I said.

"What?" Seth said looking alarmed.

"I don't have enough money for everything," I sighed, embarrassed.

"Oh, that's it?" Seth laughed. He handed me a twenty dollar bill.

"Oh no. I couldn't take this," I said.

Seth leaned in, "It's okay. I know you will repay me… someway." He winked and I laughed.

I bought everything and Seth walked me home.

"Bye," I said.

"Goodbye. I will see you soon. If not when school starts next week," Seth smiled.

"Okay."

Seth left and I closed the door and fell back on it. Seth was so cute and kind and well perfect. But I told myself to calm down. Everyone I love gets hurt. I couldn't do that to Seth.

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