A/N: Well, this is my first story and I just thought 'Come on, it can't be that bad', so I ended up here. I hope I haven't had the exact same idea as the other writers of Sam/Emily stories... Just read and (hopefully) enjoy! If somebody likes the beginning, I promise I'll update soon ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight!

Chapter 1 The day it all went wrong

Emily Young only wanted to be a normal teenage girl. Ever since she was born, she had been quiet and shy, but sometimes she could be a bitch too. She and Leah Clearwater weren't only cousins, but also best friends. They had always told each other everything, for they knew they could trust each other fully. Well, at least they thought. Till Sam Uley came and fucked up both their lives. He didn't mean to, but he had. And it would never be the same again, Emily knew that.

"Emily Young, come out here this instant or I will come in!" Leah threatened.

Emily giggled. She had been blocking the bathroom for over an hour, but she wasn't planning to come out that soon. After seeing it was hopeless, Leah growled and stomped back into her room. Tonight was her birthday, so Emily had come to attend her party and was staying for the whole summer holidays. After another half an hour, she finally came out and went to Leah's room.

"Well? How do I look?" Emily asked grinning.

The pretty slim girl had her black hair tied up into a loose knot and was wearing a tight and glittery midnight blue dress that only went to her thigh. She had put on deep blue eye-shadow and thick layers of mascara, framing her chocolate-brown eyes perfectly. Her lips were accented with a glossy sheen, making them look even fuller then they were anyway.

Leah waggled her eyebrows and said: "Wow, that was your record! I must say, I'm impressed: You only needed about two hours to shower and put on a dress!"

Emily laughed and tugged at her cousin's hair. "Wait till I'm done with you. Go and take a shower, I'll be waiting for you here. Tonight, I'm going to make you look like a princess."

Leah groaned. She hated wearing girlie things, which included dresses, skirts and glittery things. She didn't even have make-up, so Emily brought her whole "fashion suitcase" with her. She scrambled over to her wardrobe, carelessly pulled out some underwear and a towel and went to the bathroom.

While Leah showered, Emily sat down on her camping bed and looked at Leah's room. It hadn't really changed, but now the walls were covered by photos of Leah and her soon-to-be-husband. She had mentioned that he was good-looking, but Emily hadn't thought that he was that tall, muscular and… pretty, you could say. He looked a little like Seth would probably look like in about five or ten years. In front of Leah's desk, there was a framed photo of her and Emily wearing princess dresses.

Sighing, Emily remembered the time that photo had been made. It had been Carnival, and she and Leah wanted to go in partner look. They had got loads of sweets, and because they nearly ate them all afterwards, they had to go to the doctors to look at their bellyache. Back then, Leah had been the Leah Emily had known and loved. She was cheeky, quirky, and when they were together, Leah always somehow got them into trouble. But since Leah was with Sam, she had become so much quieter, more earnest, and Emily always had a feeling that she couldn't let go of herself anymore. Not that it was any of Emily's business…

"Emily? Em! Are you dreaming?" A dripping wet and shivering Leah, wrapped up in a towel, was about to shake Emily to see whether she was still alive.

Looking up, Emily quickly dodged Leah's hands. "No, no keep your hands off me. Have you ever heard that a towel can actually dry you up than just be slung around your body?"

"Well, my mom didn't ever tell me that. But I guess I can remember it." Leah grinned and quickly wiped herself over.

Sighing, Emily pushed her onto a chair and started blow-drying and braiding Leah's hair. "So, this Sam… When do I get to see him?" Emily asked.

Immediately, Leah's eyes started shining and she fidgeted. "He'll come too; he can't wait to get to know you."

"Oh, that's… nice, I guess. So, did he tell you more about his little trip to Canada? I wonder why he's being so secretive about it. I mean, he left you, well, at least for a few weeks, so he owes you at least an apology and a real reason! He can't just come back and pretend nothing happened, can he?"

Leah winced a little bit at "left" and quickly said: "No, he didn't explain. I don't know and I don't care either. If he doesn't want to let me in this secret, then I won't force him. Plus, he's been so sweet to me in these last few weeks; I don't want to bring that up again. I only care that he's back again. I really don't want to talk about this, Emily, I'm sorry."

Seeing Leah getting wound up, Emily swiftly changed the topic and for a while, the two girls just talked about their school-life. Emily tinted Leah's lips red, put on some false eyelashes, and finally helped her get into the dress which Emily had picked out for her the week before.

"There! You're ready. Put on your dress and then we can admire you in the mirror," Emily told Leah satisfied and pulled her up. Leah grunted but obeyed. When she turned towards her mirror, she nearly forgot to breath.

"Stunning," was all she could say. Emily had braided her hair into two perky little plaits and tied it up with little green ribbons. Due to Leah's issues with wearing pink, purple and red, she and Emily had bought her a lemon green minidress and plain white high-heels. Her eyes looked like they didn't belong to her; they were so pretty, and even the dress pleased Leah.

"You see, dressing up can actually be nice. Maybe you could do it more often!"

Leah shook her head laughing and said: "Oh no. Once is okay, but no one is forcing me to do this again. I mean, why should I spend so much time on my looks?"

"You look actually pretty when you bother trying."

Before Emily could react, Leah pounced on her and they nearly toppled over. "Hey! What was that for? I didn't do anything, did I?" – "No, I just wanted to see if you can stand in your monster high-heels," Leah responded sweetly. Actually, a little too sweetly. Emily grunted and made her way downstairs.

"Come on, you moron. The guests will be coming soon, you have to greet them," she urged Leah.

"There he is! Look at him!" Leah was jumping up and down, pointing towards a young man. "Boy, he looks even better than on photos. Nice choice, little cousin. But you better quit hopping around like that, you'll break a leg in those heels," Emily smiled. But when Leah looked away, she could barely stifle a deep sigh. She just had a bad feeling about this Sam.

Emily let her eyes rake through Sam's body. He was wearing a white t-shirt and cut-off jeans, obviously knowing that he was showing a lot of his body. But then again, he did have a great body. His six-pack was clearly showing under his shirt and when he moved his arm, muscles rippled through it. Smiling and only looking at Leah, he made his way towards her.

"Leah," he breathed and took her face in his big hands.

Slowly, he bended down to give her a kiss. Embarrassed, Emily turned away to give them a little privacy. They really looked great together, but it bothered Emily to see Leah's expression change so drastically every time Sam was mentioned. It was like she only lived for him, only breathed for him. Scolding herself, Emily thought about something else. After all, Leah was old enough to make her own decisions, live her own life.

"I'm going to get a drink real quick. Meanwhile, you two can introduce yourselves to another," Leah said after Sam let her go and left the two to their selves.

Emily realized that it had to look very weird as she was standing with her back to Sam. Spinning on her heel, she faced Sam and greeted him. "Hello, I'm S-" He began but didn't finish. He found himself staring at the girl in front of him. Heat flooded through him and he felt like he was burning inside. But it was a nice burning.

All the strings that held him to earth had been clipped. Now one string connected him to the very center of the universe. No, not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. Now it wasn't gravity that held him to where he was standing. It was the girl standing in front of him. Her warm chocolate eyes stared into his own. Leah's cousin.

"Fuck," he growled, "Damn my life." Why did he have to imprint on the cousin of the girl he would be marrying soon? Why him?