AN: Everything belongs to Steph Meyer, haha, like you wouldn't know!

Hi everyone, jeez, my first author's note in English on this page This is a huge day for me, because this story is my first story written in English! Well, I hope you guys would like my story; it would be hopefully a little different from others because I can finally write about my crazy thoughts and ideas, which is amazing lol. So enjoy!

Big big massive thanks belongs to my beta Mercury-Serenity she was fighting with my grammar and helped me a lot, you're gorgeous!

Xxx

1. Which is about Saturday?

I love Saturdays. It is my day; the day where I can sleep until noon and stayed in pyjamas all day, without receiving dirty looks from mom. I didn't have a care about anything, because it was Saturday and my mind could finally take a break. I had no homework, no need to clean my room, no hovering around the house cleaning and definitely not worrying about the usual problems that a seventeen year old like myself would have. Nope, that's why I had Sunday for; Saturdays were for me.

Nobody was supposed to bother me with their problems. Everyone who knew me really well- and there was a few people- learned to respect my Saturdays; except of course, my mom.

"Kimmy! Are you awake?" Mom screamed from downstairs. Her voice was stern and annoying, like every Saturday morning that she ran late to go to Port Angeles Community College for her Marketing course.

Thanks, mom, I'm awake now. "Kim! I need your help, so get your lazy ass off the bed and come here!"

I groaned, refusing to leave the warm covers of my bed at 8 am. Mom was an adult; she should know how to deal with her problems and not burden her only child with them.

I didn't think that I was a bad daughter, because I wanted to have the privilege of sleeping until ten on a Saturday morning. It was only for one bloody day of the week. Actually, I was pretty sure that I deserved my sleep after spending the whole week working hard to keep my good grades, helping with the school newspaper, working in my Mom's café and baby-sitting every Wednesday's night and from time to time on Sunday afternoon at the Shaw's house.

"Kimberly!" Well, it looked like my own mother didn't agree with me. What a surprise.

"What?!" I yelled in frustration, leaving my favourite place in the world and went to see what her problem was. I hated when my Saturday started off like this.

My mom was pacing around kitchen, completely dressed in a navy shirt, a black pencil skirt and black heels. Her short brown hair was pulled into a messy bun and her still youthful face had no makeup.

She sighed with relief when she saw me. "Finally, you sleepy head! Have you seen my fucking keys? Because I can't find them and I'm bloody late!"

I rolled my eyes, but was careful that mom didn't see it. "Relax, mom. Did you look for them in your coat's pocket?"

"Huh, I did not," she frowned and went to her room to find her coat. After a minute, I heard her footsteps on the stairs and from the look on her face when she came into the kitchen; I knew that I was right. Like always. She smiled at me, grabbed her bag and some books, and kissed me on the cheek before she left. "You're the best! Love you."

"Tell me something I haven't already known," I chuckled blowing her kiss. "Love you too!"

When she left I couldn't go back to sleep, so I prepared me a small breakfast; French toast and black coffee and went to sit on the sofa in our small living room and watched TV for a while.

School had started a few weeks ago, after a long and lovely holiday. Unfortunately, I was back in my well-used routine of going to class.

I spent half of my summer holiday with my mom, hanging around with my friends Holly or Embry. I also worked for my mom and babysat for my aunt Sherrie or Kaye Shaw. I didn't do anything adventurous, but I was happy. I spent the first three weeks of August with my dad in San Francisco, where he gave me the "great news". He and his long-time girlfriend, Wendy, were getting married in December and that I should be their bridesmaid. Great, because I truly wanted to stand beside the woman that was gonna take my dad away from me. I couldn't wait to go home, I felt sick from their constant blissful life, when I felt so miserable and alone.

I hated that I couldn't see my father every day. I didn't get to feel his hugs and his goodnight kisses or see his face when I told him new joke that I'd learned from Embry.

It was pretty hard when your parents were lived two different lives and lived two states away from each other. I was always trying to be a good daughter and pretended that living this life didn't bother me.

My mom was sixteen when she met my dad in Port Angeles, where he's spending his summer holiday with his grandparents. He's a year older than her and he was something new for her, because he was that boy from San Francisco, which was cool. Anything that wasn't from La Push, Forks or Port Angeles was cool for my mom. They fell in love and spent every day together. Mom once told me that she thought he was her prince who would save her from this god-forsaken place and take her away.

This never happened.

He had to leave back home at the end of the summer, but he'd promised that he would stay in touch with her and when they were older, he would marry her.

Mom's heart was broken, because of his departure, but she believed that one day they would be together again living in a place far away from La Push.

Their phone calls got shorter and shorter with every passing day and she soon realized that maybe he wasn't the one for her. They broke up after a long amicable conversation; agreeing to be friends instead of lovers, because their lives were complicated even without having a long-distance relationship.

After six weeks of breaking up with my dad, mom found out that she was pregnant. Her whole world came crashing down and when she told the news to my dad he was devastated. She knew that if she had a baby she would have to give up her dreams of finally leaving the reservation and of seeing the world.

But she wanted me, even though, my dad was not happy about that. Both of my grandparents were furious and people from reservation didn't agree with my mom's decision. So I was born on 24 April 1989.

I've lived in La push my entire life, except when I spend the summers and some weekends in San Francisco. Mom and I are a great team: the best of friends and best roommates. She was still acts like a teenager and a parent at the same time. We lived in small house at the end of reservation; which belonged to my grandparents, but after they moved to Texas, they left it to us.

Mom owns a coffee shop in Forks with her friend Amanda, where I've been working since I was twelve years old, and help out as a waitress. Anyone would think that I, a teenage girl, would rather spend her time with her girlfriends, chatting about boys and gossiping about who slept with whom, but that was not my case. I love working with mom and Amanda, making fun of silly little things and spending my afternoons in the warm friendly atmosphere of the cafe shop.

I enjoyed my conversations with Harry Clearwater about fishing or cooking, laughing with mom on Amanda's jokes or the visits from my best friend Holly, when she just sat at the bar sipping on her cappuccino and smiled at me as she talked about her goals and dreams.

Embry would often call over with his buddies Jacob Black and Quil Ateara, high-fived me while trying to steal the cupcakes from basket. He could never get them, because I'd fast reflexes. He would grimace and tell that "next time" and I would laugh at him.

I was watching an old episode of 'Friends' when my cell phone rang. I ran upstairs to get it, but couldn't find the damn thing even when I heard the stupid ring tone playing Hungry Like the Wolf from Duran Duran. It took me several minutes to find it on my bed; I looked at the caller ID and saw the missed calls from Holly. I pressed the button to call her back.

She picked her phone after the second ring. "Well, hello, I started to get worried that you were still sleeping."

I looked over at the clock; it was only 10:45 am. I would've loved to be sleeping right now, but thanks to Heather, I could not.

"No way!" I complained. "Mom had her 'I-don't-know-where-my-head-is' kind of day, so you can figure the rest out," I rolled my eyes even though I knew that she couldn't see me.

I heard her laughing on the other line of phone. "That sounds like Heather. Oh, my poor girl, you didn't get your beauty sleep and now you can't charm your prince J!"

"Oh, please, Holly, don't even start with that bullshit." I snapped. I wasn't in the mood to talk about Jared.

"Okay, okay! Anyway, I was calling you about this afternoon. Do ya have any plans?"

It was Saturday; of course I had no plans. "Nope,"

"Great! I want to go to Second Beach and take some photos. Wanna join me?" she said hopeful.

I smiled; photography was our passion and also a thing that brought us together. I lived in La Push, Holly in Forks; we didn't know each other before we took a photography course three years ago and become best friends. We dreamed about opening our own studio in Port Angeles, because the one here was pretty rundown and bad. We've been saving money for a very long time now and hopefully after our high school graduation, we'll be able to work in a photography studio. We even chose a place where we wanted to work. Mom was trying to talk me into going to College, but I didn't see a point in that, because I'd made my decision of what my profession was going to be. I didn't want to waste my money and time on something that I didn't need.

"Sure, it would be fun, but what about Rob? I thought you two were spending every single moment together," I commented with hint of blame in my words.

"Don't worry I'm all yours." She giggled. She was probably thinking about her annoying boyfriend. "Rob went hiking with his brothers this weekend, so you we can even eat me if you want!"

"Yummy," I chuckled. "I'll bring my favourite fork and vanilla topping," I laughed goofily. It was always like that with Holly, she was my light when I was in darkness. "What time do you want to go?"

"In an hour if it's okay. I'll pick you up. I was thinking that I can spend the night over at your house. We haven't had a cheesy-girl's night in ages! What do ya think?"

"Yeah, it's about bloody time, Scott!" I squealed excitedly. Ever since she started dating Rob, getting together and having sleepovers was difficult to plan. That stupid Rob was an employee of the only gas station in Forks. He was good looking, heck, hotter than hell, but meaner than Paul Gray.

"Okay, see ya in while!"

Well, that's it. I'd made plans, so the only thing I needed to do was find my camera.

Xx

After a long day of walking in the woods and enjoying the beach, we were too lazy to cook some actual food, so we ordered salami pizza and found some ice-cream in the freezer. Mom was out on a date with a guy from her Marketing class and I was self-loathing myself. How pathetic it's that my own mother could get a date, with a real guy on a Saturday night and I was sitting in my living room wearing sweatpants and eating junk food? I was the newest Fucking Bridget Jones. But at least, I had Holly. She was sorting through our DVD section trying to find something worthy of watching.

"Singing something of Travolta or Charming Gere?" She asked, grinning. She knew my answer even before I had a chance to speak. "Of course, Grease!"

I grimaced at her, my arms crossed over my chest. My poor chest. "What if I want Richie?"

Holly sneered, shaking her head in disapproval. "Impossible, you're such a big looser for Johny's shaking ass."

"You got me, I'm guilty!" I said, rolling my eyes at her and sticking out my tongue at her. "But next time, you should at least wait for my answer after you ask me a question, ok?"

Holly winked at me, fighting with DVD player. That thing was old as our house; it started to give us trouble. I tried to persuade mom on buying a new one, but she said that as long as it was working, there was no need to buy a new one. I was thinking of 'accidentally' throwing it out of window.

"Damn thing," Holly cursed and sat in front of the TV. "What's wrong with this thing?"

"It probably retired," I said jokingly. "That poor thing has served us well. It's getting old."

Holly ignored me and continued to play with the contraption, until she miraculously and after five minutes of cursing like a sailor, made the old DVD player work. She looked back at me and offered me a haughty smile, and leaned against the sofa.

"So," she paused. "You never told me about that J-guy today," she smirked at me. Her light brown hair was in a messy bun and her eyes stared at me playfully. "Do you guys have any classes together, like you did last year? Is he still a hottie? Do you guys talk?"

I sighed; I wasn't in the mood talking about him. Jared.

My story was your typical high school case. There was a cute boy named Jared Shaw, not the most popular kid at school, but not a looser, either. He was a sweet guy. This year we were both seniors in high school and we shared some classes the last few years, but we were never friends. We didn't really talk to each other, either. We only exchanged polite conversations, like "Can I borrow a pen?" and that was it.

I like him a lot, but probably he's any idea of how I feel about him, because his entire world was his girlfriend Lana. They were always together; sometimes I would wonder if they follow each other to the toilet. They started dating when they were 15 years old and only had eyes only for each other since then. Everyone in the school predicted they would get married right after graduation.

I never had a chance against the ever-smiling Lana. She was nice and so kind. There was nothing wrong with the girl. She was perfect and I was not.

I wasn't the most popular girl in school, because I was constantly categorized as the daughter of that 'sixteen years old that got knocked up'. My mother was still unmarried and that was a social crime in the reservation. Also the fact that I was constantly hanging around with a much younger crowd didn't help at all. I didn't have many friends, I guess that I could consider some of those people acquaintances, because they didn't really know the real me. The popular kids at school didn't talk to me because most of them were judging me for things I wasn't able to fix; like the fact that I was timid or that my mother wasn't married when I was born. I hated when people started talking about my mom, like she was a whore or something, when this kind of situation could easily happen to anyone.

Jared was a smart guy, who had the ease to talk to anyone about anything. He was a charming and every teacher adored him, even though he hated so much attention. Well, I knew that he hated it; he's always looking uncomfortable when the teachers were praising him about his last essay or his perfect exam scores.

He was my project. I loved to watch him whenever I got a chance. I wanted to learn learning every small detail about him and put the jigsaw puzzle that was Jared Shaw together. He was fascinating, but he was not mine.

"Jared wasn't at the school all week and I haven't seen him since July," I shrugged. I was a little worried; I knew something was going on because I did babysit his younger sister last year and during the first weeks of summer, before I went to visit my dad. But when I came back home and called Kaye to let her know that I was back on the Rez, she told me that she didn't need my services anymore. They were sick or something like that and it wouldn't appropriate for me to be in their house. This happened three weeks now.

She looked disappointed for a second before she smiled dreamingly. "Maybe Lana broke up with him and he is now heartbroken and when he comes to school again, he'll see you and he'll fall madly in love with you!"

Oh, yeah right. Holly ate something with excessive sugar for her body, which definitely affected her working brain.

"Like that would ever happen, babes." I had no hope when it came to Jared.

"Just try to be optimistic for a second, okay? You can dream, girl!"

But I knew that if I ever dreamed of Jared falling for me, it would hurt more in the end. I sighed when my phone beeped; I opened it finding a message from my other best friend.

Wanna give me a ride on Monday? Too lazy to walk and u love my amazing company. I'll be waiting for ya. Ha ha ha; see I know u'll say yes. Hope u have a boring weekend, mine sucks. Hate Seattle. Miss ur ugly face. Btw, I have some interesting news, baby doll. Don't have dirty dreams about my sexy ass again, try my fab chest. ;P

xxEm sexy bear

I was laughing so hard when I finished reading the text message. Holly just stared at me, annoyed. Seriously, he's one of my favourite men in the world, even though he's such a pain in the ass sometimes.

"Who's that from?" Holly asked curiously, as she sat next to me on sofa, trying to find out what was so funny.

"Em,"

I watched as she rolled her big eyes. "No surprise here, I should know. Where is your Emly today, anyway?"

"Embry," I corrected her for the hundredth time. "He's over at his grandparent's house in Seattle this weekend at a birthday party, I think." I shrugged.

I hurriedly text him back, my cheeks still hurting from laughing.

Of course, teddy bear, but it wouldn't be for free. Wanna my fav lollipop and hot news from my own Gossip queen. Btw, your ass is not sexy at all; more likely fat, u should rethink starting to walk again. Can't wait see ur fat ass again, baby bear. Have better ass in my dreams like yours fat one lol.

xxKim hot bunny

I got a response in a few seconds.

Screw you, sweetheart. xxEm with NOT fat ass.

My sweet boy, he well knew that he had a very nice-shaped ass, but I couldn't stop myself from some teasing him. He was very sensitive about his body.

Love ya too Big Fatty. xxKim with a knowing grin.

I closed my phone and looked at Holly, who was watching me with a combined expression of interest and annoyance. "So," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "What did he want?"

"A ride to school on Monday," I answered, grabbing the last slice of pizza. "The kid is too lazy to walk and thinks that I'm his personal chauffer." Not that I minded.

"Seriously, I can't understand what you see in him." I thought she was a little jealous of Embry because we had a strong bond; I could not imagine my life without him. We saw each other every day during school, after school and usually during dinners. We were sort of like twins.

"You don't even know him, you never met him, Hol," I defended my boy like a mother-bear defends her cubs.

"And I have no intentions in meeting him," she chuckled. "One crazy person is enough for me to handle."

I nudged her with my arm and grinned. "Poor Holly is scared to meet the love of her life!" I teased her.

She froze for second; her mouth opened wide, her bangs covering her eyes, when she started laughing loudly. "Bad one, Kim. That was definitely a bad one."

I was laughing at my own joke, which I often did, thinking about the possibility of Holly and Embry getting together. Imagining those two was hilarious. Holly and Embry had nothing in common, except of me. He was too cocky for her and she was too matured for him. But I would rather see her in a crazy relationship with my baby boy than with that possessive Rob.

We finally turned on the movie; comfortably situated on my red sofa, geared up to enjoy Johny's ass when I heard Holly's soft voice.

"Stupid Embry."

AN: Heh my second note! Kidding, just excited, Thank you for reading and please review if you like it or not ;)