Chapter 1: Remy And The Blue Bra

"This could end up being a great experience for you Remy"

That's something completely cliché that a dad would say right? Well maybe if I had a normal dad who did normal things like take me mini golfing and to get ice cream he would say that. The problem is the only golfing my dad would ever be seen doing is at the club with the jerks he calls friends. The only entertaining thing about that for me is seeing how many different colored polos my dad can wear in a year.

I guess as far as inspiring conversations go for now I'm just stuck with Isaac my driver and nanny of sorts, well ex-nanny.

"It's bad enough that he's sending me away, but he's letting go of you too! Mom would never have done that, you know"

"Don't worry about me Rem, it's probably about time I retire anyway, maybe I can finally go fishing or something else that retired people do"

"You look too young to be retired" I said smiling at him as we walked side by side to the airport. That wasn't really true though raising me had taken quite a toll on the older man's appearance. It was in a good kind of way though. He had laugh lines surrounding his bright eyes and he looked all the more grandfatherly.

Hearing his chuckle at my comment made me want to finally break down and start crying. How could I leave Isaac? How could I leave Georgia, the only home I've ever had?

"Oh I'll be seeing you again don't let it get you down kid" He gave me a tight hug and a pat on the back as I got ready to board.

"Be careful and don't let any boy give you trouble, or he can come talk to me."

I laughed weakly and hugged him one last time.

He knew the "be careful" would come in handy. I'm constantly landing myself in awkward, unlucky situations, hence the reason for this sudden shipment of me off to some reservation in Washington. I ended up in some trouble involving a party, a stolen car, and a ginger. There is just no way of explaining, but my dad made it easy to explain that he didn't want me threatening his campaign, so I was going to live with Emily.

The ride was over five hours and after entertaining myself by watching the girl next to me wax her eyebrows and a splendid accident where the flight attendant mistakenly spilled a coke on my lap I was finally free.

I pulled out my phone only to find out it was dead, fan-freakin-tastic. So, lacking a plan I trudged around in circles for about fifteen minutes and then decided on buying a smoothie.

"Hello"

I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped a mile high almost dropping my cup of goodness. There was an elderly lady standing there, she was probably about 5 inches shorter than my 5'8" so I had to look down on her.

"Ummm…hi?"

When she smiled I saw she had some teeth missing and I was torn between feeling sorry for her and feeling creeped out.

"You're so pretty dear"

I smiled, who doesn't like being called pretty? Only now I was kind of expecting her to offer me a shiny red apple.

Then, get this, she just turned around and walked away.

Now I'm not quite sure how to react to that. I'm not exactly used to people just coming up to compliment me. I guess I'm kind of pretty, but not anywhere near Eva Longoria, or Selena Gomez level where I expect stranger's compliments.

"What the-

"REMY"

I turned around wondering if maybe the old lady had a friend when suddenly all I could see was hair and I was engulfed in a hug so tight I almost started putting up a fight thinking I was being attacked.

Good thing I didn't because soon I saw that, thank god, it was Emily. She was beaming from ear-to-ear and before I knew it she was hugging me again.

"You are so beautiful" She said laughing as she finally pulled back again. "Sorry about the hugs you just look so much like your mom and it's been soooo long"

"Thanks you look good too" The truth is I was shocked and what I really wanted to say was, what happened to your face?

She was still pretty, but her face had these long scares running down from her temple to her chin. Other than that she looked so much like my mom it made my insides squirm and ache.

My mom was young when she had me, only a freshman at the college when she met my dad. She would be turning 35 in February and Emily was her little sister and young enough to be my sister at only 23.

Still for being so close in age, I only met her a few times growing up. My dad was a baseball player for the Mets, so me and my mom were always busy traveling at his side. He retired two years ago after my mom died and dove right into the political world leaving little time to take me to see my mom's side in Washington.

"You almost gave me a heart attack when you didn't answer your phone! I'm so glad I found you!" She told me grabbing my duffel and suitcase from where they were sitting on the floor next to me.

"Yah, sorry it kind of died" I explained as I followed her out of the busy Port Angeles airport.

"Sorry that you couldn't meet my husband right away, he was a little busy today with work" She smiled apologetically.

"Oh that's right Sam! I'm so sorry I couldn't be here to see the wedding, I bet it was great" I was truly sorry I didn't get to see that wedding I bet she made a gorgeous bride. I'd have to ask for pictures later.

"Yah it was" she said smiling happily as she reached down and gave my hand a squeeze.

The drive to LaPush was only about an hour, but it seemed even faster riding with Emily. She was fun to talk to and so happy, it was contagious.

Despite the rain it was still a nice view out the car windows. After living the past few years in the sweltering Georgia heat, rain was nice and soothing. There was plenty of greenery too, also a nice change.

I thought about my friends Nikki and Kayla back at home, my phone was probably going to blow up with messages once I charge it. I missed them, but maybe Isaac was right. It isn't so bad here and I already feel closer to my mom. Is it selfish of me to feel so content? Shouldn't I be full of teenage angst and self-pity? Maybe it'll come later.

It started to down pour as we drove through the reservation. The heavy droplets obscured my view a serene looking beach and the cute little town we passed until finally we stopped at a little cottage set into the forest.

I smiled as I looked at the many pretty windchimes and bird nests decorating the front porch. It was so unbelievable charming, like something out of a fairytale. There was a wooden swinging bench and a two rocking chairs, perfect for sitting out under the overhang watching the rain come down, or curled up with a book.

"I hope you like it, the old house was so worn and so Sam and some of the guys helped build this one" She fiddled with her hands a little, almost as if nervous to see what I'd say.

"It's beautiful"

She just smiled at me and took her keys out of the ignition.

"Ready to run for it?"

On the count of three we opened the doors of the truck and ran into the house.

We couldn't have been in the rain for more than ten seconds, but we were drenched.

I decided on going for the chill look of brown boots, jean shorts, a pendant and a white tee today, not wanting to look like a complete slob, or like I was trying too hard. I wish I would of rethought the white v-neck though. I wasn't exactly wearing a nude bra.

Emily just laughed good naturedly and went in search of a towel, leaving me feeling like something wet that a cat dragged in, my brown wavy hair dripping onto the hardwood floor of their living room.

A wedding picture hanging on the wall above the tv caught my eye and I walked over to inspect it more carefully when suddenly a loud bang of the door flying open made me jump a mile high.

"EMILY GUESS WHO'S –

There was a lot of loud talking, heavy footsteps, and laughter that could only be the sound of boys. They all stopped however when they spotted me.

Let me be the first to tell you these weren't just any guys. These were a few of the best looking guys I've ever seen. Tan-skinned and toned as anything I thought that I just had to be dreaming.

"You're not Emily" Said one of the ones probably more toward my age, but still older and bigger.

"Shut up Brady"

"I looked at each of them trying to make sense of the sudden appearance of five bare-chested guys in the house. Did Emily run a strip club?

Finally I locked eyes with probably the most attractive out of the lot. He was literally my definition of perfect. His short cropped hair was messy and glistening with rain and his face was so chiseled and defined with high cheek bones and a jaw line to die for, yet his eyes were so pretty and the warm color of hot chocolate. Yes I did just compare a guy's eyes and chocolate.

The best part was he was looking right back, not breaking eye contact he seemed dazed, almost confused. It was the cutest thing ever.

"I like the color blue too" He said breaking our intense silent staring game.

"Good one Embry" The other boys howled and laughed. I just stood there confused.

Almost as soon as it came out of his mouth his eyes went wide and he covered his face with his hand, moving a finger so he could peep out at me. It was adorable, but I was still trying to figure out what was going on.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that" He mumbled embarrassed. "Oh my god, I didn't mean to. I mean I do like the color, but"

"I like it too" The one named Brady said laughing.

Embry's embarrassment instantly turned to anger as he turned and, no kidding, growled at the other dude. "If you even look you'll be blue soon"

Suddenly a light went off in my head, I looked down and remembered I was wearing a now visible blue lace bra.

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