So, its been an extremely loooong time since I last visited this site. Its been a tough year for me which I really don't want to get into but I had lost my inspiration to write. But I have it back and I'm a little rusty so I hope you guys are gentle with me. lol I told myself I wouldn't touch the Twilight saga but I had this idea running in my head for a long time now and really wanted to get it out. This is the first chapter so let me know if you want me to post more! Remember constructive criticism. So please review! The more reviews the more I want to write! Thanks!

p.s. I want to apologize for any editing mistakes I may have missed. I tried to catch them all but it seems like an impossible task to me. :P

Chapter One

"Well here we are," Sandra Oliver said to her eighteen year old daughter Lauren.

Lauren gazed at the small little cottage. It was for lack of a better word tiny. It was a wooden house with cute little windows. It looked like something out of a story book. Like the little wooden cottage that Hansel and Gretel found made of candy. It had a small deck that held a few chairs and small table. The left side of the roof showed a small brick chimney. It had a small garden around the house but most of the land and driveway were just rocks and gravel.

"Isn't this adorable," Sandra gushed squeezing Lauren around the shoulder.

Lauren tried to smile for her mother. Yeah it was cute, but it was cute for a vacation home. Someplace you stay for a week maybe two. Not a place to live in. She wasn't even sure if this place had electricity. Especially with the woods surrounding the place. She couldn't see any power lines. The place looked like it was deserted. But in truth the town was just twenty minutes down the road.

"Does this place have any running power?" Lauren asked. She prayed that it did. If she didn't have a plug for her hairdryer or power for her television and radio she was going to go crazy.

"Of course it does. You think I would get a place that had no power? You don't think I know you better than that? There's a generator around the back. I had an electrician come out last week to make sure it was running correctly."

Lauren sighed in relief. She was not an outdoors type girl. She needed to dry her hair after every shower and she needed a working telephone to call all her friends that she had left behind in Bakersfield California. The weather was also a culture shock. She had stepped off the plane in Seattle wearing her shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Her mother of course had been smart and was wearing her jeans and jacket. They quickly found their luggage and Lauren went to the bathroom and changed into a long sleeve shirt and jeans.

"Come on, the movers were in this morning with the furniture so we won't have to sleep on the floor," Sandra went around to the small red car and popped the trunk. Lauren followed suit and grabbed the few bags they had and went inside the house.

When she entered the house Lauren was pleasantly surprised. It wasn't as small as it looked outside. There was a fireplace to the left of the room. It fit with the white sofa that was in front of it. Plus there was room in the corner for their little television. Although Lauren was never one to watch a lot of TV. The kitchen was small and cozy. There was a refrigerator and stove already there. The kitchen table was already set up but they would have to put all the supplies away.

"Go take a look at your room, it's the one across from the bathroom," Sandra said dragging her own luggage to a room just before the bathroom.

Lauren nodded and walked down the short hallway dragging her bags behind her. She opened the wooden door and took a step in. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Her bed was pushed to the side of the room against the left wall. The other side of the room held her dressers and amoire. She pushed her bedside table next to her bed so it would be easy access while she was in bed. There was a small closet. Nothing like her walk-in closet back in Bakersfield. It would have to do. Her favorite part though was the huge window overlooking the backyard and woods. She opened the window and let the fresh air blow through the room.

"I guess this could be worse," she said out loud to herself.

"You like it?"

Lauren spun around to see her mother standing in the doorway. She smiled and nodded her head.

"Great, put your stuff down for now. We can go check out the property I bought and then go to the diner for some lunch."

"Sure," Lauren dropped her bags and they went to the car. This brought her to the reason they moved. Her mother was a florist and the last flower shop she worked in closed down leaving her jobless. Lauren wasn't sure how she found this place but the area seemed to not have a floral shop. So Sandra decided to open her own. So she packed up herself and her daughter and left Bakersfield. Lauren wasn't sure if she liked the idea but noticed that her mother was just not happy in California anymore.

Her father had left her five years ago when she was fourteen. She didn't know why. She thought they were a happy family. But she woke up one morning and walked downstairs expecting to see her father sitting at the table drinking his coffee like normal, but instead all she saw was her mother's tear stained face sitting there. All he left was a note saying he was sorry and couldn't do it anymore. Lauren didn't know what that meant. Sandra hasn't spoken to her about it but Lauren had the suspicion the her father was cheating and left with the other woman. Now Lauren felt she had to help out her mother in any way possible. So when her mother said she was leaving California Lauren agreed to go with her.

"Lauren?"

Lauren turned to look at her mother who had a concerned look on her face. She looked out the car window and noticed they were in front of a small diner.

"You okay? You seemed like you were in another world," Sandra asked softly.

"Yeah, just thinking. Where are we?"

"We're in Forks. Not far from La Push. My shop is going to be in this area so we might as well get use to it."

They both got out of the car and walked up to the diner. Sandra turned around to say something to Lauren the same time she opened the diner door. Lauren saw the man before her mother and didn't have time as she watched her mother collide into him.

"Whoa," Sandra would have fallen backwards if the man hadn't grabbed her arms.

"You okay miss," the man asked. Lauren looked at him. He was tall with dark hair and mustache. She noticed the uniform and concluded that he was a police officer.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," Sandra laughed embarrassed.

"It's okay. I'm just glad I was here to catch you," he smiled. Sandra looked at his face and thought to herself that even though he had a mustache he was still quite handsome.

"Are you new here? Forks isn't really big and I think I would have remembered if I had seen you before," the guy smiled.

"Yes actually. I'm Sandra Oliver, this is my daughter Lauren. We actually just moved to La Push, but I'm opening my business here in Forks," Sandra grinned placing an arm on Lauren's shoulder. Lauren smiled politely at him.

"Charlie Swan. Chief of Police," Charlie held his hand out and Sandra shook it.

"Nice to meet you," Sandra smiled.

Lauren looked between Charlie and her mother. Her mother had a sickening smile on her face as did Charlie.

"You too. So Lauren you will probably be in Forks high school? My daughter used to go there. She's graduated now though. Has been for a few years now." Charlie said looking to Lauren.

"Actually I graduated this past June," Lauren smiled uncomfortable with the way Charlie and her mother were looking at each other.

Suddenly a phone began to ring. Charlie jumped at the unexpected noise. He glanced at the caller Id.

"I should go, that's the station. Maybe I'll see you around," he smiled at the two of them but his gaze lingered on Sandra.

Sandra smiled, "yeah maybe. Come on Lauren."

After they had something to eat, Lauren and her mother went to check out the small shop that was to be Sandra's Flower Shop. Not a real original name but would do for now. Lauren smiled at how happy her mother was. Sandra's passion was flowers and she had gone to school to become a professional florist. She had worked in many floral shops but had dreamed of opening her own. Now it was finally coming true.

"I think this is all finally going to work out," Sandra said happily.

"I think so too mom," Lauren replied. She was happy for her mom. She listened intently as her mother continued to show her the outline of the floral shop.

Of course as soon as they finished and stepped out of the shop it started to rain. No surprise there. So far the only thing Forks really had to offer was its terrible weather. She and her mother rushed to the car before they got soaked and went back to their new home.

"It's not fair," Seth Clearwater whined.

"What's your problem now?" Jared moaned from his spot at the table.

"I still have to go to school and you guys don't."

"Yeah it's pretty sweet," Jared chuckled but then felt a soft slap to the back of his head. He look to see the love of his life Kim shaking her head at him.

"Here you go," a feminine voice came from behind everyone. They all turned to see Emily with a big basket of muffins. Kim immediately grabbed it from her and laid it on the table.

Emily smiled, "thanks."

"No problem. Sam would probably kill the guys for making you do too much work." Kim pointed to Emily's heavily pregnant belly. She was about seven months along now.

"Hey we help out," Seth argued, "we just all suck at baking."

"Yeah, remember that time I attempted to make you dinner?" Jared said looking at Kim.

"Yeah, yeah, we ended up getting some take out delivered to our house," Kim chuckled.

Jared laughed and grabbed her hand pulling her down, planting her on his lap. He buried his face into her neck and breathed deeply.

"Do you guys always have to do that?" A deep voice groaned from the doorway.

"Hello Paul," Jared said deadpanned. Paul was always complaining about the guys and their imprints public displays of affection. He didn't want an imprint. Not if he acted as whipped as the others.

"Leave him alone, he's just jealous," Sam their leader grinned walking over to Emily's side. Emily was his imprint. His life. He placed a hand on her stomach and kissed her gently.

"Where's Embry?" Seth asked.

"He's with Carly," Sam said.

Embry was another member of the pack who had just recently imprinted on a girl from Forks. Carly Jackson. She had strawberry blond hair and blue eyes with light skin. She wasn't native which proved to the tribe that the wolves imprints did not have to be native American. Since the relationship was fairly new, Sam let him have some time off for him to spend time with her and get to know her. They had all met her a couple of weeks before and from what they saw, she was a nice girl.

"Colin and Brady are out doing patrol and Quil is picking Claire up from school," Sam finished answering everyone's unasked questions. Claire was five years old now and in kindergarten and she was Quil's imprint. But not like Emily and Kim were Sam and Jared's imprint. Quil was like a big brother to her. Until she was old enough to understand what an imprint meant.

"I need to go to the store for some stuff," Emily announced.

"Paul go with her," Sam said immediately.

"What? Why?"

Sam looked around. Jared was in a private conversation with Kim and Seth had gotten some of his school work out and was working on it.

"Do you have anything better to do?"

Paul sighed, "what about you? She's your wife. No offense Emily I just hate shopping."

"None taken," Emily grinned.

"I have to go see to Colin and Brady," Sam said in his alpha voice leaving no room for argument.

"Fine," he shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a shirt off the couch. He slipped it on and went out to the truck.

"See you soon," Emily kissed Sam and followed Paul.

"Mom, why is there nothing in the fridge?" Lauren was thirsty and when she opened the fridge she saw it was completely empty.

"Oh honey, I didn't get a chance to go to the grocery store. If you want you can grab my credit card and go get some stuff," Sandra shouted from her bedroom.

"Alright, but that means I get to take the car," Lauren shouted back. She grabbed the keys off the kitchen table and walked out the door. It was kind of chilly and all she had on was a t-shirt but she was just going in and out of a store so it wouldn't be that bad.

"Now how do I get to the nearest grocery store," she muttered to herself as she got in the car and started it up. She knew La Push had a local grocery store. The place wasn't that big so she found it fairly quickly.

She parked the car and got out. A gust of wind blew causing goose bumps to break out on her arms. She wrapped her arms around herself as she headed for the door. The grocery store was more like a convenience store it was so small. There was only two cashes. Only one was open at the time, and it probably only had five aisles. This was not what she was used too.

She grabbed the small basket by the door and began searching the aisles for what she needed. She grabbed some juice and bottles of pop, along with some butter and canned milk. Mostly essentials for the fridge. Then she grabbed some canned food and a box of chocolate chip cookies, her only weakness. Once she had everything she needed she went to the cash. There was a skinny native boy with long hair working there. He had glasses on and looked like he would rather be anywhere but there.

"Find everything you needed today?" He asked in a bored voice.

"Yeah, thanks." Like you care, she thought.

She had two large bags in each hand by the time he had bagged everything. She handed him the credit card and signed the slip. She smiled politely at him even though he hardly glanced at her at all. Rolling her eyes she grabbed the bags and left the cash register. She got to the door and pushed to open it but at the same time a huge body pushed from the other side knocking the door back into her. She dropped all the bags, heard the sound of her drinks breaking open, and fell back on her butt. She pressed a hand to her nose which introduced itself to the door.

"Paul!" A female voice exclaimed, "watch what your doing? Is she okay?"

"Shit," a male voice said.

"Ow," Lauren muttered. She felt the warm liquid in her hands meaning her nose was bleeding. But it didn't feel broken which was good. She felt hot hands grab the sides of her head.

"Are you okay?"

"I'll go get some tissues," the female said.

Lauren tilted her head back and opened her eyes. Whoa, she thought, this guy is hot.

The guy who the girl called Paul, as if reading her thoughts glanced up from her nose to her eyes and froze. His hands gripped the sides of her head and he stared at her with a glazed over look. She stared back wondering what was going through his head at that moment to make him look at her like that.

"Shit," he murmured softly to himself. He swallowed and looked back at her nose and the hand that was covering it. Both were completely covered in blood.

"Emily! Hurry up," he shouted with sudden urgency.

"It's okay," Lauren tried to say, "it's just a nose bleed. I'll live."

"Can you stand? There's a bench over there. You know what don't worry about it," he didn't give her a chance to answer because he slipped an arm around her back and the other under he knees and lifted. Lauren let out a gasp and found herself being carried over to a small bench next to the washrooms.

"I'm here, I'm here. I even bought a bag of cold peas to put over your nose to stop any swelling."

Lauren looked over to the female voice and took her to be the Emily he was talking about. Probably his girlfriend, she thought. She sure looked pretty enough. Even with scars on her face.

"Tilt your head back for me sweetie," she said. Lauren did as she was told and put the tissue and then the peas over her nose. She felt instant relief from the cold.

"Thanks," Lauren said sounding muffled.

"Woah, miss are you okay?" The long haired cashier came over. Lauren frowned when Paul began to shake when the cashier got to close.

"I'm fine," she managed to say.

"You sure? You need me to-"

"I got her," Paul snapped. The cashier jumped back with his hands raised in the air in surrender.

"Whatever."

"Paul, you didn't have to be so mean," Emily said.

Paul grunted, "well he got to close."

"Why would that matter?" Emily asked. Paul gazed hard at her. Lauren looked back and forth between the two confused. Then as if seeing for the first time Emily gasped at Paul who nodded his head.

"Why don't you go and get everything you need. I'll wait here with her until your ready," Paul said.

"No," Lauren said. Paul looked at her.

"I have to get home to my mom. She'll be wondering where I am," Lauren stood up but as soon as she was on two feet she swayed to the side. Paul grabbed her and sat her back down.

"I think its better that we wait and I'll take you home."

"I think Paul's right, you might get a dizzy spell while your driving," Emily laid a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Lauren reluctantly nodded her head, "okay."

Emily smiled and grabbed a cart. She left the two of them on the bench and she began her grocery shopping.

"My name's Paul by the way," his arm was still around her.

"Lauren."

Paul thought the name over in his head. He liked it. It suited her. This was the last thing he thought would happen when Sam asked him to take Emily to get groceries. He was never one to physically hurt a woman so when he accidentally knocked Lauren down he instantly felt guilty. Then when he looked into her eyes, it happened. Everything stopped and all he could see was her. Nothing else existed in his world. He had imprinted. Then he saw the blood, and then was cursing himself over and over. Even though he knew it was just an accident.

I'm just a big brute and she's such a small fragile creature, he thought. Although she seemed to be okay and she accepted his offer to take her home.

"So you normally run into girls and try to break their nose?"

Paul sighed and looked down, "I'm so sorry. If I could take it all back I would. Just not the meeting you part. I liked that."

Lauren laughed and pulled the tissue from her nose. the bleeding seemed to have stopped, but her shirt was completely covered in blood.

"It's okay. Accidents happen and I'm pretty much a klutz myself so if you didn't do it, I would have found another way to do it. I guess I was just meant to have a nosebleed today."

"No you weren't," Paul tilted his head to the side and grinned, "but thanks for making me feel better."

Lauren just smiled and looked down at the dirty tissue. Paul reached down and grabbed it out of her hands. She watched as he threw it in the nearby garbage bin.

"So, do I have a bruise?"

Paul was almost undone with the look she gave him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her.

"No. You're still beautiful."

"Charmer, I see," Lauren blushed.

"So where are you from?" Paul said wanting her to not be embarrassed by him.

"Um originally California. Now I guess here," she chuckled.

"California? Different. How are you handling the cold?"

"Not good. I saw the sun peek from the clouds and thought I wouldn't need a jacket, but I nearly froze from the walk from the car to here."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I don't like cold things either," he grinned.

"Well your sending off enough heat," she said referring to the arm against the back of the bench. Her upper back was warm and she felt the urge to snuggle into him.

"I'm just hot like that," he joked.

Lauren chuckled and looked down at her bags on the floor. She was going to have to replace some of her things.

"I have to get more juice," Lauren pointed to the puddle on the floor. Paul looked and winced.

"I'm really sorry again. Let me buy you some more. Whatever is broken I'll replace," he said standing up and then helping her up.

"Won't hear me complaining. I'm the one that will have to bring it to my mother," Lauren said.

Paul smiled, "okay. Let's go."

They held small talk as they slowly roamed the aisles for the few items that Lauren needed replaced. By the time they made it to the checkouts again, Emily was done and waiting with a cart full of bags.

"So I think I'm okay with driving home now," Lauren said as she loaded her bags into her car. Paul began to panic internally. He wasn't done with her yet. He would never be done. He wanted to be around her all the time. Emily smiled at the look on Paul's face. She decided to help him out.

"I would still feel better if he saw you home. Just in case. You can come with us. Sam would be pissed if I came home without Paul. Then he can bring you back here so you can get your car."

"I don't know," Lauren bit the inside of her cheek, "that seems like its going so out of your way."

"It's not," Paul said.

"Yeah, don't worry about it. Come on get in the truck. It's better if you get in the middle. I'm too fat right now," Emily opened the door. Paul just grinned and got into the drivers side. Lauren sighed, she obviously was not winning this argument. Besides she knew better than to argue with a pregnant woman.

Lauren didn't know what to say. She was sat in between a huge human heater and a pregnant lady who looked ready to pop. Both of which she didn't know an hour ago. What the hell was she thinking? Well he was hot and she was pregnant. She couldn't say no. But on the bright side since Emily was so pregnant it meant she needed more room, so Lauren's body was pressed tightly against Paul's which felt really good. Paul seemed to notice her discomfort so he took one hand off the wheel and put behind her against the seat, giving her more room. She was now pressing directly on his side. She was pretty sure his fingers were playing with the ends of her hair too but she was too nervous to look.

"Sorry it's so cramped in here," Emily said apologetically.

"Yeah," said Paul but he didn't sound as sorry.

"It's okay," Lauren shifted a little and was completely aware of her thigh pressing against his. Why was she noticing all these little details? If it were any other guy she would have completely ignored him all together. But this wasn't any other guy. This was Paul whose last name she didn't know yet. Who for some reason after just meeting him she was insanely attracted to.

Before she knew it they were pulling up in front of a cute little house. She notice a few men outside the house. Two looked like they were wrestling in the yard while a few more were hanging out on the steps with muffins and cookies in their hands.

"Looks like everyone is here," Emily said. She took her seat belt off and jumped out of the truck. Lauren saw one man stand up and walk over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. He then proceeded to kiss the scars on her face. Lauren smiled at the look of happiness on Emily's face. She wanted that.

"Want to come meet everyone?" Paul asked.

Lauren didn't have time to say anything when all the other boys came over to the truck and began taking all the bags out. One stuck his head through the window.

"Hey beautiful, what's your name? Mine's Brady."

Lauren heard Paul growl. She looked at him and his hands were tight on the wheel and he was shaking. A lot.

"Paul," a commanding voice shouted, "come with me."

Lauren saw the man who kissed Emily motioning for Paul to follow him. Emily decided to save Lauren came over to the truck.

"Leave her alone Brady. Come on Lauren, you thirsty? Or hungry? We've got lots of food," Emily pushed Brady to the side who chuckled and grabbed a bag with a few dozen eggs in it.

"Be careful with that Brady. So help me if you break any of those eggs."

"Yeah, yeah," Brady muttered walking away from Emily and Lauren.

"Sorry about him. He can be a little too forward. Now come on, lets go in."

Lauren laughed softly. Everyone seemed to be like a huge family. It had been just her and her mother for so long, she didn't know what it was like to have so many people around all the time. When she and Emily entered the house the first thing she noticed was a couple who were cuddle close together and talking softly.

"This is Jared and his girlfriend Kim," Emily introduced.

"Hi, I'm Lauren," Lauren smiled and waved. She noticed that Jared was big and good looking just like the rest of the guys and that Kim was beautiful just like Emily. It must be something in the water. Everyone there was native so she felt like she stood out like a sore thumb.

"Jared can you go out and help the boys bring in the groceries," Emily asked putting her purse on the counter.

"Sure," Jared kissed Kim gently and stood up. As he was leaving the house Emily whispered something to him which made him glance at Lauren with wide eyes. Lauren raised an eyebrow. Why is he looking at me like that? He seemed to snap out of it and left the house quickly.

"I'm Kim."

Lauren's head turned to the other girl in the house. She had stood up and walked over to the kitchen counter.

"Lauren, nice to meet you."

Suddenly the large group of guys minus Paul and the man who took him away came into the house. All were holding bags of groceries. Lauren recognized the one named Brady smirk at her. She narrowed her eyes and looked away from him. She would have felt a lot more comfortable if Paul were there.

As if reading her mind the door opened again and the tall frame that was Paul walked in the door. His gaze went straight to Lauren and he walked over to her.

"Sorry about that. Sam needed me for something," Paul nodded over to Sam. Lauren looked over at him where he smiled and nodded.

"It's okay. I really don't want to be a buzz kill right now but I should get home. My mom is probably wondering where I am," Lauren smiled apologetically.

Emily smiled, "sure. Just promise you'll come over for dinner some night."

"I think I can do that."

"How about tomorrow night?" Paul said.

"Um," she looked up at him.

"Relax Paul. Give the girl some time to settle in," Jared laughed from behind Kim. He had his arms around her waist and rested his chin on the top of her head.

Paul looked down feeling the blush on his cheeks. He had never felt this kind of pull to a girl before. Especially one he just met. It had to be the imprint but he thought with an imprint it would be a sort of forced attraction. What he felt about Lauren was completely natural.

Lauren chuckled softly and looked up at Paul. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Why was she feeling this way?

I hope you guys like it! Review! Again sorry for any mistakes! Its been so long I even forgot how to post a story! lol