Hi to all you Twilight fans-

This is my 3rd fan fic - very proud, 30 hits on my other stories (sounds kinda lame, but I'm super proud).
Thanks to the very nice people that reviewed those -
- XmewmewlizzieX - justthinkhappythoughts - JustMelody321 - Ducky'sgirl4ever - Shorty016 -
and anyone else who reviewed, couldn't do it without you guys.

Disclaimer - c'mon if I actually owned twilight, would I be sat here writing this *jeez some people*.

I imagine you're thinking 'shut up Beth and get on with it', so here goes...

Chapter 1:
What would they say?

It was a while since we'd actually seen Paul and his parents, but mum just expected them to let me stay there for the summer – somehow I didn't think so!
"Well you and Paul were like brother and sister as kids, you used to beg to go there every summer then!"
Great. That was her best excuse. I sure do feel better now... NOT!

I dialled the number into the phone and then Paul answered – what did he look like now – he sounded kinda tired!
"Hello,"
"Hey Paul,"
"Oh, hey Beth," Mum made me spokesperson, ugh...
"So, what's up?" I heard him yawn, but bit my lip and replied casually,
"What are you – um – doing this – um – summer vacation?" I was way down on this American lingo!
"Um..." He thought about it for a split second, then continued, "Just hanging down at La Push I guess, just like normal-" he muttered the last part miserably – I knew it wasn't meant for me to hear. Despite this he continued with a more cheerful,
"Why?" I looked desperately at my mother, begging her with my eyes to take the phone, but she just shook her head smugly and watched.
"Well you see, my parents are going to Paris for the summer and I don't have anywhere to go –" I cringed – deep breaths, they're family right...
"- so we wondered if it wouldn't be too rude to ask if I could um come down to La Push for the summer..."
Aw man, it sounded even worse out loud – what would they think of us - what would they say...
"Um... Let me get Dad!" I heard him put the phone down on the table. I breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't sound mad or annoyed – that was good! I thrust the phone at my mother and then went to get a drink – this was thirsty work!

After a few minutes of 'yes okay', 'that's fine' and 'right's, she finally hung up and smiled.
"He said you could stay as long as you wanted-" an even bigger smile spread across her face,
"But apparently Paul eats like a pig now, so you have to help your aunt to cook!" She chuckled away to herself, then went to wash the dishes.
Grr... She knew that the best thing I could cook was toast!

I could tell that this was going to be a long summer...

To be continued...

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