Thunder

Based on my version of breaking dawn from a character Stephanie Meyer never really made. Introducing a version that involves Jacob falling for not Becka (the Nessie before breaking dawn came out). I made this all up before the fourth book came out. I made this the original version and falling star the next segment was originally about Becka and how she did not want to have any say in who she likes, ditches Jacob for a Volturie addition Kyle who was to be killed if not for his talent of knowing who is on who's side. Becka being the rebellious teenaged Cullen decides to act out against her father and mothers beliefs to use her talent to the Volturie to use. Becka gets sick of being one of them and finds she fell for the black haired Kyle. Kyle upset the Volturie and Becka gives her promise to rid Kyle of his bloodthirsty habit of drinking human blood. Bringing her new BF back to her parents was a surprise but they opened their house up to him in hopes they could change him. Once he arrives so does the main character in this story. She being of Native decent of the Quillette tribe gets the change symptoms hit her the day after she arrives. Kyle has slipped a few times resulting in a few deaths and Jacob is furious with Nessie and the Pack thinks the opportunity to take out the half-breed Nessie (Becka) now that the bond between Jacob and her has been severed. Jacob almost agreed but told Sam that indeed, she does not want his love in that way but still she was his best girl-pal friend.

Being Clumsy has its Benefits

I woke up exhausted and bemused. I had a strange dream about trees and how somehow it seemed as if they were waiting me to see what was hidden behind the thick branches. I looked around at the bland room. It needed a splash of color on the walls. I got up and followed my semi-usual routine. It looked cold outside. It was only the end of August, and it seemed like it was going to snow. I turned to my suitcase and looked at my clothes inside staring blankly.

Not only did I move to La Push a day and a half ago, I am completely alone.

My dad had lived on the reservation when he was a child. I left for here when I turned twenty. The trees blew I heard them as I stepped outside. I took a deep breath the air smelled musty but I enjoyed the smell. I had my coat on. My hair flew out in front of my face. I walked down the street there were other houses. Each seemed that they consistently spread out. Many varied in size and the amount of trees numbered on the mossy green lawns. I needed time to think and I dressed and went for a walk grabbing my heavy coat just in case it did actually snow.

Down the street and back would be long enough to get my thoughts together, and I grasped my small hand on the door handle. I opened my front door and I instantly felt the icy breeze on my cheeks and send a cold chill down my spine. I think that halfway down the street would be long enough especially in the chilly weather outside. I counted my steps at first listening to the patter of my feet touching the moist ground. I walked and with every step, the slosh of mud beneath my shoes made me smile. That noise was the main factor for me to know a good rain.

The wind hushed through the trees as the scent of wet animal and grass freshly cut filled my nose. I adored the aroma of fresh grass cut smell. I felt warm again that is for sure. I felt like a flame burning through a heavy torrential downpour. I walked slowly as I thought about what to do next. As I looked up, I saw a peculiar man in a wheel chair making his way up the long road with a package of some sort.

I walked close to him he looked like he was struggling up the slight hill. "Excuse me but do you need any help?" I asked I did not just want to watch the person hurt himself getting up the street; I made a mental note to applaud my neighborly like assistance.

He looked up at me. He was an old man with frizzy and thick black hair that had gray strands almost completely covering his head. He handed me a brown bag with a polite smile.

"Why sure could you hold this?" He then seemed not as awkward as before. "These hills are killing me." I walked beside the man. "My son would help me but he's off with his uh 'friend'." I nodded he said friend as if it were a bad thing he was with a friend. I held the bag and felt moisture seeping through the bottom. I placed my hand beneath the bag so whatever was inside would not bust through.

"The house is just up here." I followed him it was down the street from my tiny shack of a house. "Uh well I think I'm your new neighbor." He looked at me. "Oh so you're the one who bought that ol' place. Well welcome to the neighborhood if you need any help were just next door." I smiled a little.

His house was little and there was material everywhere. "Here we are. Watch your step when you come up the board tends to break often." It was surrounded by a ring of woods. The man rolled his self up the ramp where he opened a screen door. The man opened another door that was painted white and had glass in the window.

The house was chaos with cloths on the floor, dirty dishes, it smelled nice though the musty smell was one of my favorite smells it soothed me. The only must I did not like was from wet cloths, gross. The small couch and three doors shut tight away from a wandering eye.

"I don't mean to be a bother but would you mind cooking that fish in the bag?" So that is what the wet stain was from it was a fish. I opened the brown bag and looked in. "Oh gosh that is a fish." It smelled bad but that was a tasty looking fish. I scrambled around to find a pan of some sort. I started cooking when I heard static from the other room. Then I heard cheering. It was baseball of all things I know what a crack of a bat sounded like.

"What team is playing right now?" I asked trying not to drop the slippery fish.

"The Raiders," I tried to help the old man buy doing the dishes while I waited for the fish to fry. Raiders were a good football team I suppose I did not follow it as much as I would like to but I will maybe if I have a man that likes to watch football. I am sure I need to brush up on my football then. I finished in time before the sun was ready to set.

"Your dinner is done." I said and he was already in the kitchen. "Thanks if you need anything done I'll send my son over to help. What is your name again?" I looked at him as I reached for my coat. "It's Rachel Ullenc." He looked at me then back to his food.

"My daughter is named Rachel. She lives not too far from me now its funny knowing two Rachel's now. I guess we can give you a nickname." He picked up his fork and took a bite. "Uh… I think I'm going to go now." That was awkward for me I barely knew the guy and he had me in his house cooking him food. I opened the porch door and headed down the steps. It got colder it felt like it was going to snow any moment. I looked at my feet to make sure I wouldn't slip down the stairs.

I forgot about the broken stair and tripped on myself. I looked up and there was a man with dark hair not paying any attention to me falling down starring at the ground so he would not fall either. I put my hands in front of me to cushion my fall. I squeezed my eyes shut. This was not going to be pretty.

I fell right onto him he gasped when he realized I was going to take him by surprise. There was a hard thud on the ground. I opened my eyes and looked up at his face.

"Oh gosh I'm so sorry!" I said trying to make sure, he was ok. My arms were the barrier between us keeping us apart.

"It's cool. I've had worse." He said with a smile. I realized how gorgeous he was with his dark eyes and tan skin and dark hair. I felt butterflies in my stomach wanting to erupt into his arms. I think we looked at each other for a few minutes speechless it was as if it was hours. He had his hands on my waist probably just a reaction he had to me falling.

I rolled off his extremely warm body and stood up. He stood up too. I couldn't stop staring at him. He noticed my staring. "I guess your Billy's son?" I said trying to stop my obnoxious staring.

"Yeah that's me. My name is Jacob." I smiled as did he and he was bare no jacket or coat he had a t-shirt on and I could not believe he could stand the cold that way.

"Jacob. I'm Rachel. I live down the street. Yeah." I wanted to have him hold me in his buff arms. I felt so comfortable but shy around him. "I have a sister named Rachel."

I smiled at him and he rubbed his neck. "Yeah I've heard." I laughed a little. "Well I have to get back before it gets to dark out. It was nice to meet you." I started to walk away but my body urged to stay close to Jacob. I stumbled a bit as I walked backwards.

"Are you able to make it back without breaking your neck?" He said with a smile. "I think I'll make it back without leaving in a body bag." I smiled and put my hands in my pocket.

I made such a fool of myself. . . Jacob . . . I bit my lip and I started to feel a splurge of happiness burst through my entire body. I walked back without breaking my neck or going to the ER. I laid down feeling warm inside of my coat but it was great warmth that made me smile. Jacob. I think I could find a sledgehammer somewhere and have Jacob come over to fix whatever I broke. Maybe I will 'accidentally' mail something to the wrong address and he can return it to me. My evil scheming of how to talk to him again made me very drowsy.

I thought about me falling on him. I wanted him to hold my waist again. I never felt such joy in my body with other guys. This was huge I'm particular about guys usually but I don't care about Jacob he could be a druggie who watches the nerd channel and I wouldn't care as long as he was near to me I wouldn't care, even if he did.

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