So this is a new story about a girl named Adele Shelton, shes on a roadtrip by herself when her car breaks down in no where else but La Push. She meets a certain werewolf named Paul Rivet(yes I know its not the right girl but this is how I like to do things). I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do writing it :)

The words 'Hi welcome to Applebee's' had made my mouth dry and sore. I licked my chapped lips as I made my way through the humid air to my little Honda Civic. As I climbed in I let out a long sigh and started my way home. I knew once I got to the apartment I could just collapse in my bed and sleep tonight away. I held on to that vision as I raced home and climbed five flights of stairs. By the time I got my door open and flicked my lights on my vision had faded. I was no longer tired from the long day but now I was just tired of the way I was living. No one was waiting for me when I walked through my door like many people my age had, but then again I worked seven days a week since I was fourteen. No wonder why I was so lonely.

I checked my answering machine as I stripped down and changed into anything I could find. My brother was the only one who had called and he only wanted to rub his roadtrip in my face. But I sat and listened like I did everytime telling myself to be proud that he's doing something with his life. I pulled my long pink, purple, and blonde hair up then wiped my make-up off as I waited for the background noise to drown out as Blake could go on bragging.

"Hey sis! Guess where I am this week! Go ahead guess. Well if you guessed L.A then your right! Adele you'll never believe all the sights in this town. I mean from the hookers to the freaks to the rockstars to the fantastic food, I mean its all so amazing. These are things I never thought I'd see. Anyways I'll call you next week from wherever I land next. Love ya!"

I smiled and shook my head at the fact he mentioned hookers to me. I laid down and pulled my blankets to my chin and prayed that he wouldn't get into any trouble wherever he'll end up next. As I drifted off I heard the beginnings of the strom from the heat outside.

About three in the morning I was woken up by the sound of thunder cracking near by. I pulled back the blinds to see the rain pouring down so hard that I could no longer see anything but the sheets coming down. I laughed remembering when I was kid I'd be dancing in this kind of rain with my brother. Blake and I would be soaked to the bone and our teeth would be chattering but we didn't care. I missed how carefree I use to be but then an idea popped into my head. Blake is so carefree still because of the whole roadtrip thing, what if I could that and become what I use to be?

I hopped out of my bed and run to my closest pulling my two suitcases out and shoving every clothing item I got into them. I put my toiletries into my purse and grabbed every map that Blake use to send. I grabbed my phone and jar full of money and took off down the five flights of stairs. I ran across the street to my car and hoped in before I could change my mind. I booked it out of the parking lot and to the nearest gas station so I could fill up before I went on this adventure. As I pumped the car I thought about in the morning I'd call work and quit, then call Blake and thank him for this idea. I locked my doors as I run inside and picked up a bunch of junk food and drinks. The lady at the resigster looked at me like I was running away or something but she didn't say anything as she handed me my bags and let me. As soon as I got back into my car I pulled out my map and decided to head to north towards the washington area. I always wanted to go to Seattle and have the worlds best coffee and now was the perfect time.

I put the car into drive and started off on my new life.

Five days later and only twelve hours of sleep I made it to Washington. I was somewhere in La Push trying to find some store that sold hair dye so I could touch up my hair before reaching my destination. Finally I found a super market and just knew they would have what I needed. I touched up my make-up before getting out of my car and streching my legs. People on the streets stopped and stared at me probably thinking I was a freak. I couldn't really agrue but I saw no one here that had a OZ of creativity. At least in Texas we had people who understood what art and self expression was about. I chewed on my lip ring as I went into the store and searched for the hair supplies. Finally after five minutes of wondering aimlessly I found everything I needed. I grabbed light pink and purple highlights and decided to go with the lightest blonde they had. I grabbed some eyeliner and mascara before heading to the check out counter. The woman behind the counter had beauitful long black hair and a smile that could still any mans heart. Only issue was were the nasty scars going down her cheek. I willed myself not to stare as I paid the nice lady and headed back out to my car.

I climbed in and decided to find a gas station to do my hair job. I turned the key in my car but nothing happened. My car had given up on me when I was so close to my first destination on the roadtrip. I grunted and walked back into the shop to ask the woman if she knew anyone who could help. Her aisle was empty so I tapped on her shoulder and sucked up my braveness buried in me.

"Hi I'm Adele Shelton and I'm just passing through but my car seems to have given up on me do you know anyone who could help?" I asked while biting my lip. The lady laughed and put her hand on my shoulder.

"My names Emily Uley and of course I can get Paul to help you on your little car problem. You seem to come from the south and sometimes the weather messes with the car," she told me kindly and turned on a speaker and called out this Paul's guy name and waited for him to come to her aisle. She asked me about the hair dye and I told her I was going to touch up my hair before heading to Seattle.

"Well you can do that in the bathroom while Paul tries to fix your car," she told me with the same swwet smile.

"What do you need Emily? My shifts over," this Paul man said in such a rude tone to the nice lady I wasn't sure if I wanted him to my fix car anymore. I turned around to tell him to be a bit nicer but then we locked eyes. Pauls brown eyes locked with my gray ones and we stared for about five minutes. Emily shoved Paul outside and me towards the bathroom to do my hair job as I waited. But as I dyed my hair all I could think about was the pull I had towards him.