Hiya guys I've just had some ideas floating round in my head and I put this together. I think it works well, but read and review and tell me wether I should carry on or it's not worth it. Thanks! Here goes:

Chapter 1 – Graffiti and Beach Walks

The year is 2202. My name is Lou Carter and I'm 16 years old. Mum, dad and I are packing up from our home in Canada and going to live in a town called Forks, in the north-west of the USA. Although I go to school in a town, I've never actually lived in one. A rather strange experience. We were going to live near the beach, on the reservation called La Push. I thought it was a weird name, but mum says it's really old. I hope they have nice weather in Forks, unlike Canada.

"Honey! Could you bring in that last box from the hallway?" Mum called. We piled the last of the stuff into the lorry and buckled up. Dad was going to drive the car. We'd thrown so much away it was unbelievable. The lorry juddered then we were off, the kings of the road, towering above everyone else. The ride would be 7 hours and we would stop twice, once for lunch at 12 then a loo break at 3 and that would be it. I was really nervous and I could sense my parents were too. We didn't move around much and when we did, we never moved far and always took a look at it first. This time, it was just so far away it was not doable.

We were going to live in a cottage with a garden being the forest, which we backed onto. There was a pretty log fire in the small living room and the whole house would be wooden. Mum kept telling me to compare it to a log cabin, not a house, but to me it was a home already.

I take my last statement back. We stepped into the house. The outside hadn't looked good, all overrun and everything, but this place had been on the market for over 6 months before we found it, so we expected this. The house…well…it was a dump. The wood fire had been vandalized, graffiti all over everything, the work surfaces were dirty and had mould growing over them. A little table in the middle, one of the few furnishings supplied, had coffee stains and tilted dangerously to one side.

The three rooms downstairs, a kitchen, living room and bathroom, were all pretty gross, so I headed upstairs to see what I could find. I gasped. The upstairs was even worse, I just couldn't describe what I was stepping into. I thought of what I could do to get out of this…dump… before I went into shock.

"Dad!" I called. "I'm going down to the beach…expect me back in an hour or two." The beach was only a 10 minute walk from where we lived. I wasn't intending to go in the water so I brought noting with me but $10 in my pocket just in case.

"OK honey. Don't be too late, we're having supper at 7, you're mum's gone out to the store to buy some stuff to get the place looking good again. This place has a lot of potential!" My parents. Always the optimists.

The walk was actually pretty. The dense forest reminded me of home as I traveled the not-so-worn trail. All of a sudden, I stepped out into bright sunlight. Oh, Forks had lovely weather. I wandered around for a while, till I found a lovely non-crowded spot and lay down. The sand was comforting and warm. My eyes closed and I relaxed.

I did not fall asleep. Instead, I listened to the conversations of the few people around me. Some were soft murmurings in the background, some were more absolute because they were no more than a meter away from me. When a new, closer voice broke in, my eyes flew open and I gasped.

"Uh…hey!" A boy towered over me. His perfectly russet brown skin and dark eyes proclaimed him as a native. He was bare-chested and it took all my effort not to reach out and stroke it. Yes, ALL my effort. I couldn't speak. He was just so bluntly beautiful. I sat up and put my hands under my bum so I could talk.

"Hi!" I grinned. "I'm Lou. What's your name?" I dived right in. There was no point wasting my time on stupid jibber-jabber.

"Quil!" He smiled a dazzling smile and I only just managed to reply.

"Quil?"

"Hand-me-down." He explained. "You want to date?" My eyes sparked at the idea.

"YES!"

"Cool."He hugged me, a big bear hug, sweeping me off my hands and into the air. However, where our skin touched, he felt too hot...

"Have you got a fever?" I blurted out.

"No..." He seemed edgy.

"Why are you so hot? Do you have swine flu?" What was I doing? I wanted to date him, right?

"Look, I don't have swine flu and you won't believe me if I told you, but I think you should come to the council meeting with me tonight where everything will be explained. The date. I'm sorry but I think it would be easier, I wouldn't know how to...put things." I frowned.

"Cryptic Quil..." I mumbled. He was pleased with his new nickname. I suddenly frowned. "Do you know what the time is?"

"Yeah." He flipped open his cell. "Quarter past 7."

"Aww man! I'm gonna be late back! Hey, what time do you need to meet me?"

"If you tell me where you live, I can pick you up at half 8. They do food there."

"OK." I told him my address, a bit worried about what he would think of my house.

I ran all the way back and yelled, "I'm home!" when I got through the doorway. But that statement was not true. Home was not here, in this run-down shack of a house. Home was with Quil, my first friend in Forks, but somehow I thought we were destined to be more than just friends...only time would tell.

Sorry about short chapter I promise others will be longer! Please review for me I need to know how I'm doing!