Ok people this is a very… let's say……strange fanfic. But I got people to read this chapter and they said it was really good. The story is mainly told by the girl but there might be some Jacob P.O.V thrown in here and there.

Ok, you may read now.

P.S read the first paragraph slowly, in a sort of relaxing way.

I breathed in the scent of the salty ocean. My eyes wandered over the sparkling blue water, the waves crashing on the rocks and the sun shining brightly, ruling it all. I turned around to look into the eyes of my handsome fiancée. He looked back. Slowly, he reached over, took my hand and kissed it then…..

BWAA

Ok, so I was on the beach and I was breathing in the scent of the ocean, looking at the water and feeling the heat of the sun.

But unfortunately I wasn't exactly with my fiancée.

I was with both of my 5 year old SISTERS. Yeah, I was babysitting my little brat sisters on the second day of moving to La Push reserve.

You're confused, aren't you? I'll just introduce myself first.

My name is Sherean deloui (pronounced: di – low – i). I'm a 15 year old Palestinian Muslim girl and a hopeless romantic. I have a huge family of 8 – besides me. My mum, dad, an older brother, an older sister, two younger brothers and younger twin sisters.

I had just moved from Port Angeles to La Push. My mom insisted since she didn't like the place we were living in and because her closest friends lived here. My dad obviously gave in since he managed to get a reasonable job here but mostly to make my mom happy.

Well, I was supposed to babysit my little sisters since everyone else was still unpacking our stuff. The little things threatened that if I didn't take them to beach, they would make my life a living hell. Yes, this is coming for friggen 5 YEAR OLDS. Except they didn't actually say 'if you don't take us to the beach, we'll make your life a living hell' they said 'we want to go to the beach'.

Sound innocent?

Trust me; you didn't see the look on their annoying faces.

Anyways, so I took them.

There I was watching the beach, enjoying the scenery and day dreaming about getting married, when I felt something tug on my bright blue gypsy skirt. I looked down to see my favourite of the twins (believe it or not; I actually have a favourite!) pulling at my skirt, looking up at me intently.

"Sheri, I need to go peepee" she whined. I rolled me eyes and yanked my skirt away from her tight grip.

"Randah, you ALWAYS need to go" I pointed out. She frowned.

"Yeah, but I'm really, really need to go this time." I was just about to point out that she always 'really really needed to go this time' when the other twin, Huda stopped playing with the sand and ran to us.

"SHERI, I'M BUSTING" she yelled at the top of her lungs. A few people nearby turned around to look at us.

"Ok, ok. I'll take you home. Just stop shouting! Gosh, you guys are so annoying!!" I grabbed both their hands and walked away from the shore.

"I have absolutely NO idea why mum adopted you two" I was trying to get the idea of them being adopted into their heads – unfortunately, it's not true.

"We're not adopted" They said in unison.

"Umm….yes, you are"

"No we're not. We asked mum. She said no" Since when did five year olds get so smart?

"Of course she's gonna say that to you; she doesn't want you to get upset." They shook their heads stubbornly.

"Mama always tells the truth. We are not adopted."

"Yes. You. Are"

"No. We. Aren't" I sighed not wanting to go on with the stupid argument, it's amazing how 5 year olds can work you up like that.

Suddenly, miss brat no# 1 (Huda) pulled my scarf really hard.

Oh, I forgot to mention, I wear a scarf for religious reasons. Not around my neck, around my head.

Anyhow, Huda pulled my scarf which sent the pin that I used to attach it to my shirt, flying in the distance.

"You idiot!!" I hissed. She smiled cheekily in response.

I began to frantically search for the pin in the soft, white sand. The girls just stood there watching me. I glared at them.

"What are you doing? Look for it!" they slowly looked around and shrugged.

"Can't find it." Huda stated. I threw my hands up in frustration. Imagine having to live with that for 5 years! Annoying since they were even born! I tried hard to contain my anger and frustration and resumed my searching.

"Are you looking for this?" an amused voice said behind me. I turned around straight away. There standing before me was a cute, russet skinned boy. He looked at me through laughing black eyes.

I flushed with embarrassment when I saw my white pin in his hand and at the fact he saw me getting angry. Which was probably why he was laughing. I have habit of embarrassing myself.

"Uh... Yeah I am actually. How'd you know it was mine?" he chuckled. I felt stupid when I said that. Of course it was mine! Who else was looking around for a pin?

"It kinda hit me in the head and I saw you looking everywhere" he chuckled again, scratching the back of his head.

He held out his palm where the pin was, waiting for me to take it. I grabbed it straight away and flinched slightly when my skin touched his. So did he.

"Thanks" I said and turned around, fastening the pin to my scarf again. I walked the way I was going before and gestured for my sisters to follow me. They trudged after me.

"Wait!" he shouted after me. I turned around again. I wasn't supposed to be talking to guys unless I really needed to.

"Did you just move here?" he asked. I nodded then turned around thinking that was all he had to say.

"Welcome to La Push then" he called after me. I smiled though he couldn't see me.

And that was the first time I'd met Jacob Black.

Except I didn't know his name yet.

Please, please review to tell me if I should continue this story or not. When I get enough reviews I'll add the next chapter.

Waiting……