A/N: Hello everyoneee! I'm back. And, I promise I'm going to finish this fanfiction! I have huge ideas and I'm most positive that you'll all love this. Please read and review and maybe even make suggestions on what you want to see in future chapters! This is just a prologue of course, so that's why it's short. Having this prologue makes me able to jump right into the first chapter, which I'll start writing very soon. Shouldn't take me more than a week to publish chapter one. By the way, I'm really upset about the two feet of snow we got overnight here. So, that brings the total up to three and a half feet so far! Wahh. I'm done complaining now! So, enjoy!

More Notes: All canon couples, all human. I will also be posting outfits and such on my profile for this story! So, be sure to check it out to help you visualize!

White Out

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Prologue

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It wasn't like I planned this to happen.

Is that a cliche thing to say?

I was only an eighteen year old high school senior living in Forks, Washington with my father who was the Chief of Police. Charlie and I got along great. We stayed out of each other's way when needed. We even bonded while watching some sports games on the plasma television he recently upgraded to. I lived a calm life outside of the house, too.

I had two amazing girlfriends, Alice Brandon and Jessica Stanley, who were always there for me since the first day I started at Forks High School - sophomore year. The guys at my school were great once they got past the fact that I didn't date and would highly not date at all in high school. I have to admit, though, it was flattering at how many times I got asked out. Alice and Jessica always said I was prettier than I gave myself credit for.

It happened earlier today, Monday. Charlie was out ice fishing down at La Push beach and would be for the next couple days until Thanksgiving. This left me to make Charlie and I dinner for Thanksgiving since Charlie can't even function in the kitchen. I had decided to go into town and preview the prices for the Thanksgiving dinner I would be making.

- - Earlier that day. - -

The cold wind assaulted my face as I left the grocery store, my already red cheeks getting even redder. I wrapped my scarf around me even tighter and pulled my fleece trapper hat down upon my head, making it even snugger. My truck barely started at my house and, now, I barely think it'd start again once I left the store.

The town was bare; nothing I wasn't too unusual with. I entered the park, having to walk through this before I could get to my old truck waiting for me. I made a mistake, I decided to watch the snow fall from the sky instead of looking down at my feet while I was walking; a stupid thing for a klutz to do.

Five seconds later, my boots slipped on a patch of black ice on the path I was walking on.

I groaned and closed my eyes, waiting for the moment my body would smash into the icy pavement.

All of a sudden, I wasn't falling anymore. It was like I was being help up by a warm object in midair. I opened my eyes and then I was lifted to my feet. I finally took a breath before I turned around and stared into beautiful emerald green eyes.

"Hey." His voice was smooth and deep, sending chills down my spine. "Are you okay?"

I nearly wanted to just fall again..purposely this time in hopes of this Greek god to catch my fall again. "Yeah, thank you. You probably saved me another visit to my extended family."

His eyebrows met in the center, his black beanie hiding his true hair color. "Extended family."

"Er, yeah." I rubbed the back of my head. "Just an inside joke that me and the hospital staff have together."

His lips parted and he smiled. "That bad, huh?" It was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen in my, well, eighteen years.

"I'm lucky if I'm not in there once a week." I shivered from the cold wild assaulting me again. "Thank you for the save, though. I'll, um, see you around?"

He looked down at his black parka and then back up at me, his emerald eyes meeting mine once again. "Yeah..yeah, I hope so."

We both smiled, except a blush came with mine, and we nodded at each other before turning around and parting ways. My smile grew bigger now that I knew he couldn't see it.

There was something I couldn't quite put my finger on, though. I had never seen him before in Forks, which probably meant that he was only up here with his family for Thanksgiving.

I sighed.

It was probably a long shot that I would see him again.

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Later that day

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So, here I was laying in my bed with a copy of Wuthering Heights thinking about the mysterious man that had probably saved my tailbone from injury.

I knew I was being overdramatic, but I couldn't get his emerald green eyes out of my head.

They pierced through my vision all throughout the night; invading my sleep.