AN: ok so I have a tendency to not continue stories so I'm making this one short and to the point. I've had it in my mind for a while so here it is
Dear You:
Chapter 1:
At some point in everyone's life, there comes a time when you have to say good bye to some one you love, someone that completes you like no one else does. It's those times that you have to cling to the ones you still have to make you strong and help you get through it, despite their own pain. There's also the time when you have to be the comforter and set aside your own pain, taking in the person's you're so desperately trying to help. For me, I had to face those times all at once.
Being the soul mate of a mythical creature was never something that I had planned, believe me. When I used to imagine my dream guy, I never imagined him turning into a wolf at any time. But, as fate would have it, my man happens to be a werewolf.
When I first met him, I was around 14 years old. I was visiting from Arizona where I lived with my dad and came to stay with my mom for the summer like I usually did. At first, it was really awkward staying with her. It usually wasn't but because I was a teenage girl, I was going through a difficult phase and she wasn't there to help for most of it. I felt like I didn't really know her any more. For most the summers I had gone there, she and I had hung out and I hadn't socialized with any of the other kids, so I didn't have any friends. I was planning on doing the same this summer. I had been in town for about 3 days when I wandered into the general store to see if I could pick up some more sun block before heading out to the beach. Even though it was freezing and cloudy, I wanted to get out of the house and away from my mom and the beach was the only place I could go.
As I was wandering up and down the isles, trying to figure out where exactly the sun block was located, I heard a group of boys laughing near where I was. When I glanced around, I saw 3 brown boys around my age hanging out by, as fate would have it, the sun block section. I looked more closely at the boys and noticed they were all really attractive. All of them had longer brown hair and easy, fun-loving smiles. Because they were still teenagers, they were pretty scrawny, but at the time, I thought they were hunks. I patted down my hair, hoping it looked presentable, and made my way over to where they were.
"Excuse me, I need some of that," I said as I pointed behind the tallest one with a lighter tan, shaggy brown hair, and gorgeous brown eyes, the cutest in my opinion.
"Oh sorry, let me get out of your way," he said with a smirk as he did a once over. He pushed off from where he was leaning and motioned to his friends to step out of the way.
"Thanks," I muttered as I blushed bright red and grabbed the closest sun block there was. So much for my confidence. I was making my way past them to the counter when the one that had talked to me before stepped in my path.
"I'm Jake, by the way. And these are my friends, Embry and Quil. Who are you?" Jake said. I looked up at him and smiled.
"I'm Adeline. But I prefer Addy"
"It's nice to meet you, Addy."
Jacob was my first best friend. All that summer, I hung out with him, Embry, and Quil, along with a couple other people in his circle. I learned how to cliff dive, ride a dirt bike, play poker, and even spit like a guy. I was so much a part of their group and they were so much a part of my life. I spent every waking hour with them. Embry was the one that taught me mechanic stuff, Quil was the one that taught me how to survive being pushed off a cliff (since he was the one that pushed me in the first place) and Jacob taught me how to be a part of a great friendship, along with poker and man-spitting. Hanging with him and his friends was by far the highlight of my summer.
When it came time to go back home, I was not ready. Jacob, Embry and Quil were my best friends and I didn't want to leave them. I left them with my address and phone number, along with promises to call and write, but none of us ever followed through. Eventually I lost touch with all of them and they became nothing more than a "summer fling."
When I entered high school, I became involved in clubs and activities outside of school and I was no longer available to go back to La Push for the summers. My mom came to Arizona to visit me a couple times over the years, but I never went back to La Push. My life continued to move forward and I never really looked back on that amazing summer. Sure, I sometimes pulled out the photo album I had and glanced over the pictures and I smiled fondly at the pure adolescent fun that summer brought me but I never really thought too much about it. I graduated from high school and I moved on to college, leaving my teenage years behind and becoming an adult. However, as fate would have it, I was destined to go back to La Push at a time when I needed magic the most, the summer of my 24th year and a month after I found out I was pregnant.