Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer except the original characters Nikki, Lucas, Dakota, Alex and Owen. I also own the plot line.

I do not own any part of the Twilight series

I really need to stop writing these fan fic's as I am going to find it so hard to keep up with them all.

But anyway here's another Paul fan fic that came to me after a dream. I hope it is in the same league as my other Paul story that everyone seems to like.

I know I am writing it differently then my other Paul story as that started with an intro to my character Nikki. So I hope this chapter doesn't suck.

And I bet you're wondering why once again my character is called Nikki, well it's simple really. My name is Nikki and for some reason I find it easier to write if my characters have my name. Don't ask, I am trying to break out of the habit but old habits die hard.

So review and let me know what you think.


I drum my fingers against the steering wheel softly, the snores of my older brother Lucas ringing out around the car. I chuckle softly before reaching over and turning the radio on, I flick through the stations and sigh as I find nothing of interest to listen to and turn on the CD player and press play, the sounds of Metallica bursting through.

"Much better" I comment before looking back out to the road in front of me, my dad's truck waving around on the road in front of us. I sigh and lean back into the seat as I run my left hand through my raven hair. I see the welcome sign for La Push and lean over and start waking my brother. He grumbles and looks over at me.

"We here?" he asks

"We're here" I nod

"When did I fall asleep?" he asks

"About three hundred miles back" I shrug

"Sorry"

"Its fine, we've had a rough couple of weeks?"

"That we have" he nods "But it's time for a new start" he smiles

"I don't see this as new considering we are Quileute and used to live here"

"True" he laughs "But last time we were here you were only six months old"

I shake my head and pull up next to my father's truck. I shut off the car and undo my seatbelt before climbing out of the car. My dad turns and smiles before unlocking the house, I sigh and follow Lucas to the back of my truck and begin helping him unload the boxes, the weight of them being too much for my father to handle. As I carry in some boxes I let my hazel eyes scan the house, the size of it making it seem homey. But the bareness of the walls and floors making it seem foreign as though no one has ever lived here. And from what I remember my dad telling me no one has.

"Nicole Black are you just going to stand there or are you actually going to put them boxes in your room" my brother laughs coming in behind me

"Shut up Lucas" I laugh as I walk to where my father tells me my room is. Out of the two of us kids I got the bigger room, something that my brother doesn't seem to mind but then again he is pretty easy to please.

I place the boxes on the floor before heading back out and over to the truck, I grab some more and continue the task of taking the boxes inside. I place my new load down on the floor in my dad's room and walk back out. I smile at my dad as I see him emptying some of the boxes that are in the kitchen. I see Lucas fall out of the truck bed of my dad's car and laugh.

"You okay Lu" I ask

"Yeah, I didn't see the edge" he laughs

"Well aren't you an idiot" I chuckle

"Oh shut it" he laughs as he gets up off the floor

"Anyway how can your six foot eight body fall out of the truck bed and you still end up on the floor" I ask

"Same way your Five foot eleven self can be annoying" he says passing me

I shake my head, any time we can we make fun out of our heights. We are both taller then our dad who stands at five foot six. I shake my head and shiver slightly as a cold breeze runs over my skin that's exposed.

"Feeling the cold again is something I am still not used to" Lucas says passing me

"Lu don't, we promised no talking about it"

"Sorry" he smiles

"Its okay" I nod and grab some more boxes heading into the house, I place them in the living room and sigh as I stretch my bones. I head into my room and grab one of my jackets ands slip it over my russet skin. I walk out of the room and back outside to the trucks and grab the rest of the boxes.

"The truck beds need closing" I say as I pass Lucas

"Okay"

I head into the kitchen and place the boxes down before smiling at my dad.

"You okay?" I ask

"Yeah I'm fine" he smiles "This everything?"

"Yeah it's everything" I nod "Tomorrow I think we need to go buy some things as these white walls are going to drive me insane"

"I'm meeting with Billy tomorrow so you and Lucas will have to do it"

"Not even back in La Push a day and you are already blowing your kids off to spend the day with your brother" I chuckle

"Sorry, you know"

"You haven't seen him in seventeen and a half years" I smile finishing his sentence "Don't worry dad I was just messing with you"

"You and your jokes" he laughs

"You know me" I grin

"Nikki can you come help me" Lucas calls and I laugh before turning and heading down the corridor to his room

"What's up?" I ask

"Apart from the ceiling" he asks

"Don't get cocky" I chuckle

"Is that straight" he asks pointing to one of his bookcases

"Nope"

He sighs before moving it, he looks at me and I nod before leaving his room and walking into mine. I begin emptying the boxes and setting them on my bed, I look at the dressers and stuff littering my room and begin moving them around, the weight of them not bothering me. I sigh as I get them in the place I want them and begin setting everything in its place. Hoping to make the room seem like the room I left behind in Neah Bay. I smile softly as I think on why we grew up with the Makah tribe instead of here with the Quileute people and the reason is my mother. My father visited the Makah tribe and the minute he laid eyes on my mother he was in love.

I shake my head ridding myself of my thoughts and turn back to the task at hand. I hum to myself softly as I place my things away, throwing my clothes on the un-made bed as I sort them out and get everything in order.

"Tomorrow do you want to go to Forks or maybe Port Angeles and get some things for the house" Lucas says from the doorway

"What like Paint" I chuckle

"Yeah that seems to be a thing we need huh?" he asks laughing

"Just a little" I smirk

"Well I'm calling an early, see you tomorrow sis"

"Night"

He closes my door again and I sigh as I finish placing the last of my clothes in the cupboard. I grab my bed set off the floor and begin making my bed, the tiredness of the last few weeks finally setting in. once my bed is made I drop down and close my eyes, welcome the one thing that has been a stranger to me, sleep.


"So what colors are you going?" Lucas asks as we walk down the paint isle

"I was thinking, grey and using some of the white which is already on my walls" I smirk

"I don't even want to know why?" he laughs

"You should know" I laugh

He shakes his head and we walk to where the color grey is located, I pick up some swatches and begin looking at them, trying to decide if I like dark or light.

"Is grey even considered a color" A voice asks behind us and I turn to see a guy nearly as tall as Lucas stood looking at us, his russet colored skin standing out in the isle, but then again it doesn't seem strange with me and Lucas stood here.

"Damn cousins you two got big" the person smirks

"Jacob Black" I say a smirk of my own gracing my lips

"Hi Nikki" he says opening his arms

I walk forward and wrap my arms around my younger cousin. He hugs me back tightly and I feel the heat from his body warm mine, as I stand back I look him over and take in his features. In that instant I know what he is but decide to keep my mouth shut.

"We got big, what about you" Lucas asks as he does the man hug thing with Jake

"Eh it seems us Black's are prone to growth spurts. Last time we heard about you two Nikki here wasn't any taller then five foot" he smirks

"What can I say, puberty can be a bitch" I chuckle

"It so can" he laughs "You didn't answer my question, can grey be considered a color"

"Yes it can" I smirk

"Fine" he laughs "So you two back for good?" he asks

"Yeah we're back for good" Lucas smiles "So how is things with you and your dad"

"Good, him and your dad have gone fishing" he chuckles

"Yeah he ditched us" I laugh

"Something tells me he'll be doing that a lot now he's back" Jacob smirks

"Wouldn't surprise me" Lucas laughs

"So you two are painting your rooms?"

"Yeah the white makes it seem as though we're in a hospital"

"Need help" Jacob asks "I don't have anywhere to be till tonight"

"If you want too Jake" I smile

"Sure there's nothing more fun then catching up with my two favorite cousins over painting"

"We'd love help Jake" I smile

He nods and we grab the grey for my room before walking down the isle's and begin choosing the colors for Luca's room as well as some wood for shelves. Once we've grabbed everything we need, we head out both me and Lucas faking that what we are carrying is too much for us.

"I'll follow behind you?" Jake says pointing over to where a Volkswagen rabbit sits

"Okay"

I climb in the driver's seat of the car as Lucas climbs in the passenger seat and start it up.

"Lying to him is going to be hard" Lucas sighs

"If we want to be normal we need to do it" I say looking over at my brother

"I'm surprised he didn't smell us"

"It's been two months, our scents could have changed" I nod

"Let's hope so"

I nod and look back to the road and head home. Once home I pull in the driveway and shut the car and climb out. Jake pulling in next to us, I head to the front door and unlock it as the guys grab the things.

"Huh you're only down the road from us" Jake says setting down the paint in my room

"Well this place is small" I chuckle

"Yeah, which is why everyone knows you guys are here?" Jake laughs "Which reminds me, we're doing a bonfire tomorrow night as kind of a welcoming for you guys"

"Cool what time?" Lucas asks

"About eight" Jake shrugs "I'll come get you guys"

"Sounds fun" I smirk

"You'll enjoy it but a small warning, there is one person Paul who kind of loses his temper a lot. So if he does it tomorrow night try not to think too much of it"

"Eh I'm temperamental anyway so it won't bother me" I chuckle

"Dad told me to tell you guys"

"Well consider us warned" I smirk "So are we going to stand around talking all day or actually get some work done"

"She always this bossy" Jake asks Lucas as we begin moving furniture to the middle of my room

"Yep"

I laugh along with the guys as we cover everything in tarp and get the pain trays and stuff ready. I look over at my brother and cousin and smile knowing that this painting will end up with us all being covered in paint, a gut instinct tells me as much.


So a new Paul story

No Paul yet but he is in the next chapter. Let me know what you think.