A/N : Okay guys, so I've gotten requests to do a sequel to The Story of Seth Clearwater and Clara Rose, so I guess this is it. It's not quite like the first one, but it should be good one! This one is more focused on a new character, Laurell Serene. Hope you guys like it!

Laurell's POV

Grandpa's rusted, outdated car bounced and jerked down a winding road. The window was rolled down; the summer humidity choked the air.

Grandma tries to make conversation. "Laurell," she'd look back at me. "I remember when I was your age, every summer, I would sit at one of those cliffs and paint the view." She pointed at a tall cliff. "I actually still have all the different paintings I've done in the house, you'll see them."

I shoot a slight smile. "That's really great, Grandma." I try to be polite, even though deep down, I don't really care. I don't want to be here. I want to be back in California, where I've spent all my summers.

"Maybe you and I could do that!" Grandma's voice was excited.

"Um," I hesitate.

"Oh, Claudia," Grandpa says. "I think Laurell would want to meet all the teens of La Push. Maybe get to know the Clearwaters."

"Oh, yes, the Clearwaters!" Grandma says cheerfully. "You'll love them Laurell, Seth Clearwater is about your age and is the nicest and most charming boy on the reservation."

I stayed silent the rest of the car ride, listening to Grandma gush about the old days and all the people on the reservation.

It started pouring, thunder and lightning appeared in the sky. As Grandpa drives along, I see a figure on the side of the road.

"Andrew, pull over," Grandma ordered as the car came to a halt. She turns around. "Laurell, make some room, will you?"

I move my backpack off a seat as a tall, muscular, shirtless boy with short black hair and tanned skin sits where my backpack once was. He looks over at me and smiles, his eyes glimmering.

"Laurell, this is Seth Clearwater," Grandma introduced. "And Seth, this is my granddaughter, Laurell."

He smiles an even warmer smile. "It's nice to meet you, Laurell."

As I smile back, Grandma turns around in her seat and says, "Seth, would you like to come for dinner?"

"Well, Clara is in Italy for the next couple of days and Leah has been irritable lately, so I guess. Thanks." He's still showing off his warm and welcoming grin.

I unexplainably stayed my silent all the way home. Well actually, it was pretty explainable. Every time I look at Seth, my stomach feels like it's fluttering—the butterflies. Every time he smiles at me, I feel heat rise to my cheeks—the glowy red blush. And every time I try to say something to him, I stumble over my words—the stammering. It's pretty much explainable what I'm feeling. I like him.

The car parked in front of a small brick house and I stepped out. Seth comes around to the trunk and helps me carry my luggage into the house. He lifted all three bags in one hand.

"Th-thanks, Seth." I stammered.

"Oh, it's not a problem at all, Laurell. Welcome to La Push, by the way." He says as he walks down the path and into the house.

I stood there beside the car, like an idiot, smiling. I could feel the butterflies and the red glow rise to my cheeks—the best feeling in the world.

Dinner that night was a little bit awkward. All Grandma and Grandpa would talk about is me. Not about anything else, but me.

"So, Laurell," Grandpa started. "I heard you've got a state ranking in track and field."

I decide to boast a little to get Seth's attention. "I actually got first in the state in the 100 meter dash and the 400 meters and second in the state in 100 meter hurdles and 200 meter dash."

Seth lifts his head, impressed. "Nice job," he grins. "I think we should race. I bet I can beat you." He challenges.

I let out a giggle and poked my broccoli. "You're on!"

It didn't take a while to adjust to Seth, but I'm starting to be comfortable around him. His bubbly personality makes it so easy.

"Alright, well it's getting late! I should go." Seth stands up from the table. "Thanks, again, for this amazing dinner." He turns towards me. "It was nice meeting you." With that, he was out the door.

"Claudia," Grandpa says. "I think Laurell has a crush on Seth."

Grandma giggles and leaves the table. "Goodnight, I'm off to bed."

And at that point, I actually admit to myself that this summer is going to be a good one. I mean, a hot guy, amazing beach, and no summer cross country conditioning. What else can define summer?

Now I've only have one thing on my mind: getting Seth to like me, too. It has never been hard for me to get a guy. Not to sound at all conceited, but back at Cali, any guy I'd put the effort into going after have always liked me back, even if they have a serious girlfriend, so I guess it won't be a problem to get Seth to like me, right?

Grandpa shows me to my room: a white, plain room with only a bed by a window. I am too exhausted to change my clothes, so I flop on the bed and instantly fall asleep. The last thought on my mind was how to get Seth.