Disclaimer: I don't own twilight nor its characters. only the plot

Pupils dilated, the dark gold eyes stared intensely with lust. The look sending shivers run down my spine. A feral growl erupted from his luscious lips, just as he leapt for me.

"Miss! Miss!" a supple voice called

I awoke with a gasp.

Oh thank god! I thought you were dead for a sec! Well we're landing soon, so buckle in!" the airhostess, with a tall lean body and bouncy blond curls looking like a happy-go-lucky cowgirl.

I nodded dumbly and rubbed my trying to control my erratic heartbeat. I couldn't get the image of the eyes outta my head. It was so vivid. I'd been having this dream since I told my mum I was going to live with Charlie. My dad. And oh my! That growl! It was so animalistic to be coming out of that beautiful mouth. But in the same time, it kinda fits. Like it's meant to be. My skin tingles and cheek flushes just thinking about it.

I look around the arrival hall nervously trying to find Charlie without looking like an idiot standing middle of nowhere. Finally I spotted him, cramped between some buff men, looking very interested in the linoleum flooring. I rolled my eyes and pushed my trolley forward towards him. I yelled Charlie as I knew half the men there would turn. And not to my surprise, he jumped a feet in the air looking like a deer -caught- in- headlights. So much for being the chief of police dad. I thought solemnly. I suppressed a laugh and waved at him.

After the awkward hugs and greetings, Charlie led me to his cruiser. Since i had too much luggage, some when in the back sit and my poor lap. Awkward is a understatement to describe the ride home. It was disturbing and unnerving. Charlie kept drumming his fingers along the steering wheel, humming under his breath while I was glaring at unsuspecting people and twirling my hair with my fingers. Yeah awkward.

Charlie abruptly cleared his throat gaining my attention.

"How's Andrew?"

Ah, my step brother. Drew. Tears sprung in my eyes just thinking of his we aren't blood related, we were two peas in a pod. We also look eerily alike. He has rich mahogany hair with a tint of gold and dark chocolate brown eyes like mine. He has a lean body and is 7ft2 unlike my 6ft 3. Despite our similar features, we have opposite attitudes. His loud and outgoing while I'm quite and suffer in the inside type. I'm a bookworm and his playboy. He's never touched a book in his life. He's graceful while I can't walk across a straight surface to save my life. Thought one thing we have in common is music. He plays the guitar and i sing. I compose the songs and he plays while sing.

I sighed and fiddled with a loose thread in my shirt.

"He's good .You know. Just hanging around... waiting to get accepted into college..."

Basically I was saying, he's being he's playboy self. I've also showed my dislike to his certain lifestyle. But he'd just smirk and asshole. But no matter what, i can never be mad at him long.

Charlie nodded understandingly.

Charlie stopped in the end of the long driveway. In front of a house that is secluded by the woods. It looked exactly like the last time I came. It sat in the edge of the lake. It looked like it belonged in a sunny town but sadly it didn't. The house had a great view of the pleasant lake. It had it four guest bedrooms, three normal bedrooms with in suite bathrooms, two master bedrooms and an attic. It also had a terrace and a movie room. The house was gorgeous. Drew, Jacob and I used swim in the lake while Charlie and Billy his best friend fishes. Fun times.

Charlie and I made three trips each getting my entire luggage up in my room. It was one of the master bedrooms'. I chose it as it had the biggest closet. It was white with yellow and orange furnishings. There was a solid wood four poster bed with canopy over it. It looked old fashioned and had intricate patterns on the wood. There was a flat screen TV dust coated, a big fluffy yellow sofa and a sheep skin rug. The French styled balcony with stained glass panels looked oddly out of place with the large mosaic windows with some flower pattern. I scrunched up my noise; clearly the person who furnished this room had no taste. This is gonna be a long day I thought gloomily sighing.

It was about midnight when I'd finished unpacking all my clothes and cleaned my room. I'd moved the yellow sofa to the attic with the help of Charlie. I told him that I'd be going shopping tomorrow to get some stuff for my room. i padded my way from the bathroom in my tank top and shorts over to my big fluffy bed and under the cover of the canopy. But even with the canopy and the thick blanket over my head with my earphones of my ipod in my ears, the constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof did not fade away in the background. I fell into a deep slumber thinking of the golden orbs.