It happens

An: This will be the only author note until the end of the story so please read or be prepared to get very confused. I have posted this story before but took it down to fix the grammar and story line. The chapters are seemingly short, around 900-1200 each chapter but all you need to do is ask for an update and I will put the next chapter up ASAP. The main thing you need to know about the story is Jake does not have two older sisters he only has one, Katherine. And some ages are different, like Clair for example is much older then she is in twilight. If it seems a little confusing at the start, don't worry by the end of the story every thing is explained. I know this isn't my best work but it was one of my first twilight ffanfictions and really helped me grow as a writer.

First and last warning, there are mentions of adult themes throughout.

Oh and if you haven't guessed already I don't own Twilight :)

So don't forget if you want an update just review and I'll post ASAP.

Thanks for reading.

"You can't start the next chapter of your life

If you keep re-reading the last one"

Chapter 1

As I cook breakfast, I think back on how much my life has changed in the last year. I came to La Push to see my dad and little brother I had left behind ten years ago – to live with my Aunt in New York, after my mother died – I needed a fresh start.

On my first night back in La Push we went to a bonfire. I was shocked by how much everyone had changed in ten years. But one guy stood out, he was the hottest guy my eyes had ever seen, but before I could even say 'hi', Jake – my little brother – was dragging him into the nearby forest.

Sam Uley, an old friend of mine, had pulled me away from all the shocked and amused faces. Once we were out of earshot he started to tell me that the legends I grew up listening to were real, that he, Jake, all the boys I had grown up with, even Leah Clearwater, my closest friend, were all shape shifters, made to kill vampires.

Sam complimented me on how well I was taking it. Apparently most girls freaked out when they found out they were surrounded by werewolves, but I took it all in my stride… Until he told me what imprinting is and that I was just imprinted on. Then I ran for the hills, literally.

I stopped running when I reached the top of the cliffs, I sat down on the edge, looking out at the sea and rethought my whole life. I was going to become a famous writer, I was going to move to Mania and get an apartment right on the beach. I never wanted to get married, have kids, and grow old with someone. At lest before that moment I didn't.

But as I sat with my thoughts I couldn't imagine anything better than spending the rest of my life with Paul… Even thinking his name sent a shiver through me, and the rest is just a part of history. I sold my apartment in New York City and moved in with the love of my life, Paul Lahota.

The one thing I would change about Paul isn't his stubbornness, the fact he eats like a pig, that he drives a truck that's older than the legends, but the fact I could count the amount of furniture in his house on one hand. Don't get me wrong, the house is amazing, five bedrooms, three bathrooms plus a separate laundry room, open kitchen, dining room, two living rooms, sunroom, and an entertaining deck that opened onto an acre of clear land before reaching the forest. It was in the middle of nowhere and I don't want to be anywhere else.

When Paul first showed me the house he was so nervous, I couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face, he was scared shitless that I would take one look and run. But all I could do was laugh, I walked around the whole house counting on my fingers how many things Paul owned. One refrigerator, a microwave, a cardboard box filled with his clothes, a box TV, and a mattress – not a bed, a mattress – on the sunroom floor. And the TV died last month so we're down to four things.

When he asked me what I thought, I said I had three questions: 1, had he brought any women here before me? He answered no. 2, was that all the clothes he owned? He answered yes. 3, why sleep in the sunroom and not upstairs in the spectacular master bedroom? Didn't feel like taking it upstairs.

The only change to the house since I moved in is my port of clothes that sits next to Paul's cardboard box, a bunch of notepads and pens that I keep everywhere, and my laptop. But I left most of my stuff in my old bedroom at dad's, at least until I fix the house up a bit. But I can see what this place is going to be, a home, no… my home, Paul's home… our home.