I know some of you must miss my continuing Gravity, but I just cannot find enough inspiration to finish that story. Maybe in the near future, I will. This story has been running through my mind lately, and I decided to start putting it down on paper. Some of you will hate, but some of you might love it.
I am not Stephenie Meyer, so I do not own Twilight. I only own Sarah, and some future OC's. With this said, here comes chapter one.
I am sitting on the hard hospital bed, watching aunt Christina pack the small amount of clothes into a bag. She catches my eye and gives me a sad smile. I sigh softly, they all give me those smiles. The "I am sorry" smiles. They think it helps, but they do the exact opposite.
"I'll bring these things to the car, and I'll be back to get you," she tells me and leaves without waiting for an answer. I let out a breath that I did not realize I was holding. It feels so suffocating. They all crowd around me, expecting me to combust any moment now.
I hear the click clack of her heels, and she turns the corner with a dark yellow wheelchair. I frown at the hideous thing. My eyes flash towards her, as I hear her giggle softly.
"I am sorry, honey. You know what the doctor said," she puts the brakes on the wheelchair and helps me in it. I remember clearly what the doctor said. I have fainted a few times when I walked around the hospital, and the doctor thinks it is because of a hit to the my head during the accident. That is why my aunt is making me sit in a wheelchair. I will be so glad when I can get rid of the cast on my arm and people stop treating me like I am helpless. I cast another look around the room that has been my home for the last month, following the accident, before my aunt wheels me out and towards her car.
She helps me inside and folds the wheelchair. I look up at the building. Olympic Medical Center in Port Angeles, which has been my home for the last month. Olympic Medical Center, where my mom worked up until the accident.
I hear my aunt start her car, and she drives off. After a couple of minutes, all I can see through the car window is green. The trees and moss fly by, I close my eyes and lean my head against the cold window.
"You will love La Push, Sarah. We are only five minutes from the beach. You'll have your own room. I enrolled you into the high school on the reservation. That way someone can drop you off at class," she rambles on, clearly trying to fill up the silence.
"That's great, aunt Christina," I say softly. Silently hoping she won't talk any further. Boy, was I mistaken!
"I painted the walls for you, well Jared and Seth painted it," she says with a little laugh. Hmm…I never heard of a Seth? Was he a cousin too?
"I know how much you love brown, so Jared and I decided to use those colors. The ceiling and three walls are very light brown, and the last wall is a chocolate brown. We already got all your furniture and stuff from your old house in Forks."
I sigh, realizing she called my home in Forks a house. I suppose she is right, La Push will be my new home.
The drive from Port Angeles to La Push usually only takes an hour and a half. But somehow my aunt is driving extremely slow, and the drive took almost three hours. We finally reach the sign that welcomes us to La Push. I smile, thinking of the times I spend on the beach when I was younger. We reach the two story house of my aunt and uncle. The house is so familiar, but it looks different somehow. Maybe they painted the outside?
Before I could ask my aunt about this, my door is pulled open and I find myself in extremely warm arms. I assume it is Jared, he is squeezing me really tight. I tap his back with my unharmed arm.
"Jare… Can't breathe!" I wheeze out.
"Oh, shit. Sorry," I hear a deep voice tell me. That doesn't sound like Jared. When he releases me, and sets me down on one foot, I look up at him. And I mean way up. When did he grow a foot taller than me?
He still has the same eyes, but they somehow look harder. As if he has seen a lot. "Jared! You are almost 7'0, and you look like you're on steroids."
I hear him laughing at me, holding me up by my elbow. "Oh Sarah, you're funny. I am only 6'7" and no, I just filled out nicely over the last years. You just haven't been around in the last two years."
"Jared! Could you carry her inside?" I hear my aunt yell from inside the house. My eyes must have widen in shock as Jared almost doubles over in laughter. Carry me inside? I can walk perfectly on my own, thank you very much.
"It's okay, little cousin, I heard what the doc said about being careful and all that shit," and before I can protest he has lifted me in his arms. One arm is under my knees, while the other supports my back. I look up at him, and I realize he carries me like I am as light as a feather. He catches my stare, and grins down at me. He puts me down on the leather couch.
"What do you want to drink?" Jared asks me, as he already makes his way to the kitchen.
"Do you have orange juice?" I hear myself ask, while I look around the living room. The house looks exactly like I remember it. I smile to myself when I see the photograph of me and Jared above the fireplace.
"Freshly squeezed!" Jared says out of the blue when he hands me a glass of orange juice. How did I not hear him approach? I smile up at him thankfully, though. He follows my eyes back to the photograph.
"Do you remember that? It was taken almost ten years ago."
I nod at him, remembering exactly when this photograph was taken. It was Christmas Eve, and we were both wearing Santa hats and we had these big goofy grins on our faces. My mom had the exact same photograph on her nightstand.
"Do you want to see your room?" Jared asks me excitedly, he must have noticed I was thinking of my mom. I nod at him, and finish up my orange juice. I stand and follow him up the stairs.
"That is mom and dad's room," he points to a closed door right next to the stairs, "that one is mine," he points at an open door. I look inside and see the tidy room. I smile at him.
"And the one with the best view, is your room."
I enter the door he leads me too, and the first thing I see is the view out of the big window. I can see First Beach from here, which also means I can see the sunset. That is my favorite time of day. "This is great," I whisper softly. I notice the furniture is all from my old room in Forks, and even the photographs are here.
"I am glad you like it, Seth and I worked hard on it," he says proudly.
There is that name again. "Who is Seth?" I ask him curiously.
He bursts out in laughter, and I back up from him. What did I say?
"I am sorry, Rahrah, I just forgot you don't know him," he explains, earning a glare from me for calling me by my old nickname.
"Seth is one of my closest friends, we both work for Sam. He actually will be in your class. You will meet him, and the rest of the pa- gang tomorrow." Jared explains again.
"You remember Sue Clearwater?" he asks me, waiting for me to nod before he continues. Of course I remember Sue Clearwater, when my mom had me, she was there. And when my dad left us, Sue took it upon herself to help my mom through it.
"Well, Seth is her son," Jared tells me, and I nod again. I never knew Sue had a son.
"Do you mind showing me the bathroom? I want to freshen up before uncle Todd comes home."
He nods, takes my hand and pulls me along to the bathroom. "We will share this one, my parents have their own that is connected to their master bedroom. Towels and washcloths are in the closet. My mom took the liberty to put up all yours things. Call any of us when you need anything."
I smile at him and kiss his cheek. I love my cousin, he is great. I actually missed hanging out with him. But my mom kept saying they weren't good for me anymore. I never understood what she meant, and she always went on about the Quileute legends. Ugh, like I give a damn about some old crazy dudes that thought they could turn into wolves.
I lock the bathroom door behind me, and strip naked. I get the garbage bag-like thing and tie it around my left arm so the cast won't get wet. The nurse at the hospital was nice enough to let me practice and I got really good at it. I turn on the water in the shower as hot as it can go and let the steamy water fall down my shoulders.
After about half an hour, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I towel myself and turn a second towel around my hair, like all girls know how to do. I get rid of the bag and hang it, so it can dry. I didn't bring any clothes with, so I wrap my towel around me tightly, covering my body as I skip from the bathroom to my new bedroom. I close the door behind me.
I get a black bra and panties from the drawer and put them on. I open my closet and look through everything I own. I don't feel like dressing up much, so I quickly decide on light blue skinny jeans, I put on a black tanktop over my bra. I am always cold, so I add a fitted, burgundy, hooded sweater from Harvard University. My mom and me bought that one, when we went to visit colleges. I step into my black converse. I hook my necklace around my neck again. I sigh as I touch the golden heart pendant. It was my last birthday present from my mother. And I only take it off when I shower.
My wavy, black hair is still wet. I turn it up into a messy bun, only a few loose tendrils fall around my face. I decide that this is good enough and I make my way down the stairs. It is close to 6p.m. and I know dinner will be ready any minute. I hear an unfamiliar voice coming from the kitchen. I poke my head around the corner and I see my aunt stirring something in a pan, while Jared and an almost as equally large guy are looking over her shoulder.
"Sarah!" I hear my uncle suddenly say from behind me, I squeal as I didn't know he was standing behind me. I almost trip over my own feet, but can just about catch myself on the wall with my good arm.
"Uncle Todd! Don't ever…ever do that again."
He starts laughing at me, and soon Jared and is friend join in. When I meet the other guy's eyes, I notice a huge grin with kind eyes. I smile at him. Jared walks over to his dad and slaps his shoulder.
"Dad… I think we have to be careful… she scares so easily!"
I glare at him as he teases me. He only chuckles, and so does my uncle Todd.
"Hey, you must be Sarah?" A deep voice asks me, and I turn around and nod up at the large guy.
"I am Seth, you must know my mother," he says, while holding out his hand. I shake his hand, and I realize he is just as warm as Jared.
"It is nice to meet you, Sue never mentioned she had a son."
He rolls his eyes at me. "You'd think she would always be talking about me, I am the good son after all." I grin at him. He is easy to like.
Aunt Chris then calls us back for attention, telling us dinner is ready. We make our way to the dining room and sit down. I sit across from Seth, with Jared to my right and my aunt across from him, leaving uncle Todd at the head of the table.
Seth is constantly talking during dinner, and I find myself smiling and laughing at what he is saying.
"So, Sarah… you are a junior just like me right?" Seth asks me, to which I nod.
"Awesome! You want me to pick you up on Monday, we can drive together?" Seth asks me excitedly, is this boy always happy?
"Oh Seth, that is nice of you. Sarah would love that." Aunt Chris replies for me. Seth smiles at her, but still looks towards me, waiting for my own answer to his questions.
"Sure, Seth. Thanks." I smile at him. He beams at me brightly, before returning back to his food.
I would have offered to do the dishes, but I am unable to. I hovered in the kitchen as Seth and Jared did the dishes, when my aunt comes in and tells me to go sit on the couch.
"Hey aunt Chris, is it okay if I have an early night?" I ask her, after standing up from my seat.
"Sure, honey. You must be exhausted," she kisses my forehead and wishes me a good night.
"Goodnight, Seth. Goodnight, Jared."
"Goodnight, Sarah!" They say at the same time, both with a smile.
"Night, uncle Todd."
"Goodnight, Sarah-pie." I gasp as he uses the nickname my mom always called me. Before he can say anything, I make my way up to my new room and collapse on my bed. After a couple of minutes, I decide it is better to change into something more comfortable before I doze off. I walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth and braid my long, wavy hair before I walk back to my room.
I take off my hoodie, and fold it, leaving it on my leather chair near the window. The jeans join my hoodie and so does my bra. I slip into brown and pink flowery PJ pants, leaving my tanktop on. I crawl under the flannel duvet and listen to the sounds downstairs.
After a couple of minutes, when I finally start to feel sleep take over my senses, the doorbell rings. I am wide awake again, as I strain my ears to hear who it is.
"Paul?" I hear Jared ask.
"Hey man, can I crash on the couch?" I hear a very deep and manly voice ask, which must belong to Paul.
"It happened again?" Jared asks with a sigh.
Silence.
"Come on, I'll get you a pillow." Jared again.
"Thanks, man." Paul replies.
I don't hear anything else anymore, and I turn onto my stomach before I finally feel sleep envelop me.
I blink against the harsh morning light, and I pull the blanket over my head. But once I'm awake, I can't fall back asleep. I groan and push the duvet off of me and roll out of bed. I glance at my phone, and I see it is only 7a.m.
I make my way towards the stairs, and as I reach the last step, I hear a loud snore. I put my hand in front of my mouth to keep from screaming. I walk towards the snoring, and I see a huge guy laying sprawled on the way too small couch. This must be Paul.
He looks just as tall as Jared, but since he is laying down I can't be sure if he is anywhere near the 6'7 that Jared is. His black hair is standing on edge. And I smile at it. He has the same russet skin as all the other Quileutes. He has nice and smooth lips. I then gasp as I realize he is only wearing shorts. My eyes travel over his exposed chest, and his eight-pack. His hips dip down in a V, even as he is laying and I feel myself blush fiercely.
I turn around and quicken my step, into the kitchen. I make myself some coffee, and decide to make some pancakes. I figured I would manage with one and a half arm. I sip my coffee, and gather everything to make banana pancakes. I whisk the batter with my good hand, while I hold the bowl with my other arm.
I put a pan on the stove and add a lump of butter, and take another sip of my coffee as I watch the butter melt.
After thirty minutes, I have twenty banana pancakes. I hear some movement and I turn around, just in time to see Jared come inside. It seems as if he is following his nose. I giggle softly, and his eyes snap to me. He raises his head, and scratches the back of his head.
"Damn, this smells delicious!" Jared says, as he sits down at the table. I place a plate with four pancakes in front of him, and a glass of orange juice. He smiles up at me, before he almost literally digs into his breakfast.
"Dude, is Emily here or what?" I hear a deep voice ask, which I know now, belongs to Paul. I am frying some bacon, so my back is turned to him.
"No, Paul… it's Sarah, my cousin. I have to admit, these taste better than Emily's!" I can almost hear his grin.
"Don't let Sam hear that." Paul chuckles as he sits himself at the table as well. I put four pancakes on a plate as well, and take the glass of orange juice in my hand, and walk the short distance to the table. I look down at my feet, as I am still embarrassed for spying on a sleeping Paul.
I place the plate and glass in front of him, when he suddenly snatches my hand, he starts speaking.
"Hey, I am Paul. This smells del…" I meet his eyes, and he stops talking. What was he about to say? Why is he looking at me like I have two heads? Say something, Sarah!
Jared hits Paul in the back of his head, and the surprised look on Paul's face is soon replaced with a breath-taking grin. I can't help but grin back at him.
"Hey, Paul. I am Sarah White." I say, politely. Somehow my names only causes him to grin even bigger, showing two dimples on either side of his face.
"Sarah White…" he whispers, and I blush lightly, averting my eyes. I certainly love the way it sounds when he says it.
"This smells delicious, Sarah."
"Thanks! Would either of you want some coffee?" I ask them both.
"Yes!" They both answer, and I giggle. Paul stares at me with a goofy grin on his face.
"I like mine, black with lots of sugar, Rahrah." Jared tells me, to which I nod. I turn my eyes on Paul. And I stare in his big chocolate brown eyes, before I shake my head and concentrate on his words.
"Little bit of cream, no sugar." Paul says, and I let out a soft and short giggle.
"Just like me."
Paul grins widely. He looks as if he has seen the sun. Jared hits him again, Paul looks towards him, his eyes wide open. I turn to get two mugs and fill them with coffee, before pouring some in my own mug as well. I add three big spoons of sugar in Jared's, and a little bit of cream in both Paul's and mine, before setting them on the table. I get myself some pancakes as well, before I settle down in front of Paul.
Paul is still grinning at me like a mad man, and I blush fiercely as I look down at my pancakes. "Oh shit!" I hear Jared say as if he suddenly realized something. I look up at him with wide eyes.
Thanks for reading the first chapter. So what did you guys think? Is it worth a chapter two? Chapter two will be a Paul POV. And we will find out what Sarah looks like.
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