Genevieve was restless in her seat on the airplane. She had always hated flying, more than a normal person should. Something about having so many elements out of her control really bugged her. She figured that if she ever needed to fly somewhere after she could drive herself, she would just have to get a pilot's license. But, that wasn't the case. She was too young to drive, so on the plane she sat. Going to Washington, of all places. When she told her friends, they all asked if she would be living near the White House.

Because nobody really cares about Washington state.

So was the mindset of Genevieve. As she watched the clouds get denser, she knew that she was almost there. The California sunlight was a thing of the past. She looked to her side. Asleep on her chair, her aunt was snoring softly. She sighed and returned her gaze to the window.

The pilot announced they would be landing soon and Genevieve shook her aunt, and new legal guardian, awake. Her aunt had insisted that she call her by her first name, Caroline. Her parents had died in a car accident two years ago, and her aunt had lived with her in California for that time. Eventually, she managed to convince Genevieve to move to Washington.

She clutched the armrests tightly as the plane bounced up and down on the way to the runway. They skidded to a stop, much to Genevieve's dismay, but stopped nonetheless. The pair was sitting close to the front so they quickly gathered their purses from below and bustled off the plane. Caroline started babbling about all her friends, the school, and everything else that she considered "interesting" in Washington.

Genevieve wasn't listening.

She had heard it all before. How the beaches there were lovely, with cliffs and bonfires. How the school was nice and small, so there would be no worrying about "mean girls" or cliques. How her house was nestled into the woods. How there were "friendly" wolves in the woods that howl on occasion.

And so on, and so on.

Honestly, she could not see how wolves could possibly be "friendly" in any universe, let alone Washington. And the beaches? Weren't they FREEZING? Plus the thing about the sun (or lack thereof) would really take a toll on Genevieve's attitude. For every "good" thing about Washington, she could think of an equally bad reason that would cancel out the good. But one point Genevieve could not argue: there was a better chance of getting a boyfriend.

In California, she had grown up with all the same kids and had gone to school with them. Everyone knew everyone, and dating rarely occurred. Plus, Genevieve was a bit of a control freak. She needed things to be orderly, and she needed to know that she had influence. Weekly, she did community service and they gave her power. Which she, in turn, abused. But nobody could deny that it ran much more smoothly after she was given power. Things were orderly, and they helped more people because of it.

People do not like being told what to do, Genevieve had learned. But, that did stop her? Of course not. She was Genevieve McGreggor, the control freak. If simple human faults were going to stop her, why bother in the first place? She was determined, almost to a scary place. She was also old enough to know that Caroline could hardly tell her what to do. If all else failed, she could always play the "You're Aren't My Real Mom" card.

The two bypassed the baggage check because they had shipped their belongings earlier. For the first time, Genevieve stepped out into Washington.

It was raining, already a bad sign. She scowled and followed Caroline to the taxi waiting area. It didn't take long for them to get a taxi. Not that many people were flying into Washington. Genevieve couldn't really blame them. It was a miserable place, but it was now her "home." But she would always know that her home was in the California sunshine.

"I think you'll really like the reservation, I'm so glad that I moved there," Caroline babbled. Oh yes, she had heard it all before. When Caroline's online business boomed a few years ago, she made enough money to quit her day job and move into a nice house near a reservation called La Push. The only thing that Genevieve registered about it was that La Push was really bad Spanish. And she should know, she passed Spanish 3 Honors with an A.

"I'm sure I'll love it," she assured her aunt. That seemed to appease her as she continued talking about it.

"And there are a bunch of nice boys around there as well, Sam Uley's gang," Caroline continued.

Genevieve gasped. "A gang? You're dragging me to a miserable, rainy city with a gang? ARE YOU INSANE?!" she exploded.

She simply flipped her wrist with nonchalance. "They're not a gang. They're respectful young boys who are never apart. It's just a common saying in the town. Sam Uley is an upstanding citizen, and so are his friends. Oh, his fiancé is very nice as well; you'll have to meet her." And she picked it up again.

The ride to the house was obscenely long. It drove Genevieve to near insanity. Caroline didn't stop for a minute. It was like she kept forgetting details about her home. Couldn't she just wait until they actually got there? No, she really couldn't. Caroline was not comfortable unless she was talking. Genevieve knew that would get annoying.

But they eventually made it to the house. It truly was a lovely house, Genevieve would say that. Caroline pointed to a window in the middle of the second story. "That's your room," she told her, smiling. The two made their way into the house and it looked just perfect inside. It exuded a homey feeling.

Once she had received the grand tour, Genevieve went to take a walk. Caroline offered to join her, but she refused the company. Mostly because she couldn't take another minute of her mindless chatter. She ventured off to the left of the house, towards the reservation. For some reason, her mind just told her to go there. It was like it was drawing her in.

Once there, she realized that it was rather charming. It would grow on her with time, she told herself. She wandered aimlessly for a while. Somehow she knew that in the future, she would be spending quite a lot of time here. It was a beautiful town, and all the people seemed friendly enough. A few stopped to talk to her, genuinely interested in the new girl in town.

She felt at home almost instantly. She even almost forgot about her home in California. As life-altering as that was, it was nothing compared to what came around the corner in that next second.

The world seemed to stop. It was a group of ten, nine boys and a girl. But none of them mattered more than the one boy that caught her eye. She felt a connection to him, as if fate had guided her entire life up until this moment where they first saw each other. Genevieve stared at him and he stared back. Then, she was brought back to her senses. She shook her head and side-stepped around the group. The nine of them continued on, but the boy never stopped staring at her. Genevieve felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and looked down.

"Paul!" came the sharp cry of one of his friends. The boy broke the gaze and looked back at his friends. He strayed one last glance at Genevieve and ran back up to them.

At best, that was awkward. Her eyes followed him as he walked. He looked back every few seconds. She was rooted to the spot. Who was he? Well, his name was Paul, that much she knew. Her interest was instantly piqued. Why did she feel compelled to stare at him? More importantly, why did he stare back? Who were his friends? Why was there only one girl? WHY DID HE STARE AT HER? She just wanted to track him down and force him to tell her why he was staring at her. Maybe that would help her figure out why she couldn't stop staring at him.

The whole situation was NOT under Genevieve's control. And that bugged her. She had to find him again and figure this out before this uncontrollable situation consumed her.

I know, I know. I should be working on 6:23, eh? This idea just popped into my head, though. (But if you haven't read 6:23, I totally think you should because it rocks. Chyeah.) I love this story already, because Genevieve is kind of a mean character. I've been getting rather sick of characters that people like. I want people to hate a character for some reason. So, yeah. She's a control freak that doesn't like things that aren't under her control. (Unsurprisingly.) Next chapter: Genevieve and Paul actually meet. Caroline coins a nickname for Genevieve. Genevieve decides that she hates Paul. (But why? Hmmm... You'll just have to wait!) Uh yeah. Otherwise, I figure I should mention that Genevieve (for people who don't know) sounds more like Jenna-vieve. But isn't spelled like that. Yeah. So, keep that in mind. This is an obscenely long note. I should stop.

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