Well here's a new story for you guys! It's an idea I've been trying to get out for some time and I think I finally got the inspiration to do so I hope you all enjoy it and I hope I'll be able to finish it.

Oh and just so you guys know . . . Jayden is a guy. Jordan is a girl.

Disclaimer: I own only my original character Jayden, Jordan and Jayden's mom.

I do not own any twilight characters used in the story.

"So what do you think?" It was the first question my mom asked me the minute we arrived at our new house. For starters, I wasn't so happy about our move in the first place. What with leaving my friends and the busy streets of Newark so suddenly only to be dumped in a small, gloomy town surrounded by endless forests and where silence is truly golden here, I think I was doing a pretty good job of just concealing my anger. Besides that, I have nothing against the nature here but the fact that I have to walk a good ten miles to get to the nearest corner store really brings me back to that feeling of just hating the fact we had to move in general. Regardless, I keep my cool for my mom's sake. Of all the places we could have moved to, we get dumped here in this ghost town.

"It's alright." I muttered as I look out towards our new house. It's getting bigger as mom drives up the driveway. The house gives off a warm welcoming presence to me, with its light green shade and white lining to its tiled roof but what with the gloomy weather and Forbidden forest in the background, its effort are in vain. It's such a pity but then I begin to wonder if this dull town ever sees the sun. "So what's the forecast like here?"

"Well . . . It rains a good five times a week at least." My mother says with a small laugh. As she parks the car in the garage, I feel her hand on my shoulder and I turn my head slightly to see her face. She flashes me a half smile before speaking again. "I know it's not the place we had in mind but I'll try to enjoy it if you do."

In that instant, all hate for this place was gone. My mom wasn't so happy about the move either, but at least she was trying to be. What do I do? Sulk like a three year old when I'm sixteen, practically a man. Oh the classical guilt trick! It never fails. I let a sigh escape pass my lips before turning towards her. "I'll try if you will." I repeat back with a smile.

"Now that's my little trooper." She exclaimed, clearly happy with our little agreement. She pulls me in, stealing a quick kiss on my forehead before unbuckling her seat belt and getting out the car. I wasn't a big fan of receiving kisses from my mother since I turned six but in this case, I'll make an exception.

Following after her, I got out of the car as well, grabbing any electronics that served as entertainment on the road trip here, including my iPod. My precious . . . precious iPod. Following my mother into the house, my nose filled with the scent of apple cinnamon. Every room we needed on a daily basis had already been furnished. My mom's paintings had already been hung up and down the hallway, her china cabinet had been set up in the dining room and the living room had the bookcases filled to the brim with all the knowledge she wanted to keep, along with our flat screen TV perpendicular to it on the other wall and our sofa across the room. When I went upstairs to my bedroom, I took note that only my bed, dresser, desk and TV had been set up and I was surrounded by big white walls. Since my furniture didn't take up much space, my room looked very spacious. All in all, it almost felt like home. Now if we could just get some noisy neighbors and police sirens going off every night, this place would definitely feel just like Newark to me.

I went back into the hallway to grab some boxes that contained my stuff so that I could unpack and take up some space. At one point, I found one of my guitars neatly packed away. It didn't take long to get the guitar out and before I knew it I was sitting on the edge of my bed, playing a few chords that eventually progressed into a song. As I played, the lyrics rolled off my tongue in a simply tune.

"This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
And while she looked so sad and lonely there,
I absolutely love her when she smiles."

It was the song I felt like playing at the moment. Love songs were my favorite kind in any genre because I felt like I could relate, despite my lack of experience with relationships. Then there's so many different types of love songs, I can't get enough of them sometimes.

"Hey bud." My mom called to me as she stood in the doorway to my room. I had stopped singing then, embarrassed, and while I continued to play the song I looked at her. Fixing her jacket with her purse in hand, she asked, "You wanna head out for lunch? We can drive by your new school too, see what it's like."

"Sure." I answered quickly and then added, "Whatever." I didn't want to sound eager but to be honest, I was pretty hungry and in case you didn't know, teenagers are always hungry. Within in five minutes, my mother and I were driving down the road, passing endless forests and a house here or there as we drove through Forks. By the time we actually hit civilization, a small plaza, I had listened to a good two albums by Paramore alone. Mom chose to eat at a cafe called La Belle et something in French.

Seeing that it was the only decent place to eat within a five mile radius, I couldn't complain. Surprisingly, the cafe was pretty lively today. Adults and teens were sitting in the few tables they had inside and outside, with the umbrella's to shield the customers from rain. I could barely hear myself think with all the chatting going on around me now. This must be the hang out spot on Thursdays, I assumed.

"Hey they're leaving! Let's go grab that table." I heard my mother whisper before being pulled alongside her towards the back of cafe. While we settled our stuff down, mom asked me, "Anything you craving for, bud?"

"Hmm Pastrami sandwich." I replied. "With nothing but lettuce." I didn't like a lot of junk on my sandwiches, I liked to keep them simple.

"Gotcha!" My mom said with a snap of her fingers and a wink before leaving to go order our food. How childish she could act sometimes.

I then took a seat, placing my jacket on the back of my chair. I didn't want to really look around at other people, some eyes already being glued to my mother and I in fact, so I pulled out my phone, pretending to look occupied. Funny thing is I received a text message at that moment. What's even funnier was that it was from a number I did not know, the sender asking if I was going to show up at some bar tonight. With a suck of my teeth, I replied to the message before deleting the conversation all together. Don't you just love getting random messages from potential creepers?

"Let's head over to Seattle then! I'm dying to buy a new book and some clothes. I wonder if there's a HotTopic nearby too." The cheerful voice came from behind me followed by the sound of chairs skidding against the stone floor. I was still occupied with surfing the web on my phone now, but being nosy I caught sight of the two girls out of the corner of my eye. One of them was tall with brown skin and a heart-shaped face with chocolate brown eyes and full lips while the girl next to her was petite and had white hair with a few bright streaks of aquamarine that came pass her shoulders, clashing with her fair skin in an interesting way. The small one squeaked, "Jordan, we should go to the movies too!"

"Kee just hold on a sec. Let me call my father to see if he can take us first, okay?" The taller one known as Jordan said with a small laugh. She then walked off heading outside with her cell to her ear. The other one called Kee stayed behind, by my table, as she hummed and rocked back and forth on her feet. I glanced at her from my phone every now and then, mesmerized by the fact she had white hair and it looked natural. How did she do that? Was it really her natural hair color?

So many questions I wanted to ask her but I kept to myself because I didn't even know her. She looked around my age. Maybe she goes to Forks High as well, I thought. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the voice of my mother.

"Oh excuse me dear." She said, pointing to the chair behind Kee with a tray in her hands.

Kee jumped with a gasp, her brown eyes widening and hands over her heart like she was in a horror movie. Even my mother's eyes widened for a second at the girl's reaction, just because it was unexpected. "Oh I'm sorry, I get scared easily."

"Well then, I would never take you to see a scary movie." My mother joked as Kee took a step to the side. I looked up from my phone to see Kee laughing at my mom's joke. It was then that Kee caught me looking and I abruptly looked away, grabbing my sandwich and taking a bite. I found it odd that my mother showed no surprise or even seemed to acknowledged the fact that Kee's hair was white. Maybe she was just being nice? My mother then smiled brightly at the young girl. "Well I'm glad someone finds me funny."

"Well its just that, I actually like scary movies but they don't scare me in the slightest really." Kee explained with a giggle. "Yet the sound of the microwave beeping or toast popping out of a toaster gives me a panic attack."

To this, my mom laughed. "Well I can't argue with that now, can I?"

Kee smiled, showing off her white teeth. My mother then looked at our tray of food, her face suddenly alert. I was curious to what she was staring at, my eyes then settled on the culprit, a bag of nuts. "Is there something wrong miss?" Kee asked, taking note of my mom's frown. "Am I bothering you? I'm really sorry then!"

"Oh no!" My mom exclaimed, with her hands in front of her and shaking her head. She then grabbed the bag of nuts and explained,"I'm sorry, it's just that my son, Jayden, is highly allergic to nuts."

"Oh!" Kee chirpped, happy that my mom enjoyed her company. I cursed the fact that my mom mentioned my name because now Kee had her eyes glued to me. I looked at her but I kept averting my gaze every now and then. She just kept staring at me! I was becoming a bit uncomfortable now with the way her eyebrows knitted together as she inched in closer to me.

"Ummm . . . I-is there something wrong?" I asked softly.

She gasped as if she had found out some sort of secret before saying, "You have pretty eyes!"

"Uh . . ." I mumbled, taken aback by her compliment while my mom snickered in the background as she slurped on her soup. To be honest, no one really compliments my eyes so to hear it from a girl I didn't even know, well it all felt weird honestly. But regardless, I managed to mumble a simple 'thank you' for the compliment and resumed to eat my sandwich. When I looked back she was smiling at me and I swear I felt heat rush to my face because at that moment, she honestly looked cute.

"Wow, you are such a sweet girl!" My mom admitted. "What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh it's not a problem at all. I'm Kee." Kee introduced herself to us. "Hey miss, if you don't want those nuts, I'll be happy to take them off your hand."

With that, my mom shrugged and handed Kee the bag. "No point in it going to waste, right?"

"That's right!" Kee answered while she worked on trying to open the bag. With a frown of concentration, she put her all into opening that bag. Her efforts were in vain when her Jordan arrived and tapped her shoulder. All I heard was a yelp, the tear of a bag and I then saw nuts flying everywhere. With a sad face, Kee whined. "Aw, I really wanted those."

"Oh Kee, you're so clumsy sometimes." Jordan groaned before apologizing to us. "I apologize for her, she's not in her right mind sometimes."

Jordan was clearly joking and Kee just huffed, looking away from the girl with her lips in a tight pout. My mother and I could not help but laugh at the pair. At least there was entertainment in this town, maybe I could get use to this place.

"Hey Kee, my dad is on his way." Jordan mentioned to get upset friend before looking at us. "Sorry, but I'm gonna have to steal her back."

"That's okay. I'm sure we'll see each other around though. It was nice meeting you, Kee." My mom said.

"Like wise!" Kee agreed as she walked off with Jordan.

"Such a pretty girl." I heard my mom mumble as she took a spoonful of soup in her mouth.

"So did you notice?" I ask her as I finish my sandwich, crunching on the last of my pastrami. I hit something hard for a second, between my back teeth, but I didn't worry about it much and just swallowed my food.

"Notice her . . . hair?" My mom guessed as she finished her soup, taking a sip of water. She retorted, "What about it?"

I was baffled for a second by my mom's question. "Did you notice the fact that her hair was snow white?" I ask slowly this time.

"Yea and?"

"Okay never mind." I say quickly in a flat tone, giving up. I guess my mom seriously found nothing wrong with that! I mean I didn't think there was anything wrong with Kee personally. I just found her white hair to be . . . unique, a rare trait like my eyes. Maybe that's why . . .

"Well Jayden, I just don't see anything wrong with it-" My mom begun but was cut off by her cellphone's ringing. She held a finger up, mouthing the words 'hold on a second' as she flipped out her cell and answered the call. "Hello?"

I couldn't make out the voice that good but it sounded like a man on the other line. My mom's facial expression was serious now which suggested it might be one of her exes trying to get back with her. She didn't talk much, mainly listened and hummed every now and then to show she was still there. I merely played with my drink, spinning the straw around the cup and watching the ice and liquid move around. However, for some reason, I felt uneasy and not because of my mom. No, it was different, a strange tingling sensation in my throat.

"Jayden I'll be right back." My mom excused herself, heading outside to give whoever the caller was a piece of her mind. I nodded, returning to my previous task for entertainment. That feeling was still there though, that tingling sensation going in my mouth. Something in the back of my head was screaming that something was wrong but I just couldn't figure out what exactly. I felt fine.

I tried distracting myself, looking around. I ended up just in time to see this boy walk in, head straight for the counter to order his meal. He was tall with a lean body and short hair. I couldn't see his face so much but something about him felt oddly . . . familiar?

My cell phone went off then. As I reached out to pick it up, my eyes settled on something across from it. It was one of the nuts from the bag Kee had . . . And that tingling feeling I had, realization hit me then.

Oh no. I thought before frantically grabbing my mom's purse. I rummaged through the back for a few seconds before I found what I wanted. Flipping the compact mirror open, I stared into my reflection, seeing the small but growing red welts form over my face. Shit.