Hi. So this is my first fanfic, and well... I'm not so sure how it's going to turn out. Hopefully you guys will like it. :]

I've already written my three first chapters (I would have uploaded them earlier but there's a stupid 'two day rule' thingy so I had to wait.) Anyway... I am clueless about titles right now, and what i have is just a temporary, so if you have any good ideas, feel free to review or PM me about it, i'd really appreciate it. And if anybody is interested in beta-ing, I'm up for it, i just need to know how the whole thing works. Anyway, that's about it. Enjoy.

Disclaimer (I'm only going to post one for the whole story): All characters belong to the great and awesome Stephenie Meyer, except for Abby and her mother, who are mine. I don't own iPod either, that's Steve Job's.


"Now boarding flight number 2684 to Port Angeles, Washington."

"Come on, Abby, we have to get going." My mother said as she heard the announcement. I silently got up and followed her, not bothering to answer her question.

"You could try to be a little more enthusiastic honey," she said, "You'll love La Push, it's a really great place."

I grunted to answer her. 'A great place'. Right. I won't know anybody and I'll be completely clueless, oh yes, that's 'great'.

I took out my purple iPod, put it on shuffle, and soon fell asleep.

"Abigail? Wake up, we're here." I slowly opened my eyes, just to shut them again. Maybe this is all a bad dream, I thought, but when I opened my eyes again, I was still in the plane. I sighed and picked up my bag, not bothering to stop my iPod, and I followed my mother out the plane. As I looked through the windows, all I could see was gray. The weather was so bad it made me see in black and white. When you come from somewhere like Santa Barbara, this is a major change. I groaned and took my eyes off the window, still walking behind my mother. We walked through an automatic door and I suddenly shivered. It was freezing. In August. I stopped myself from screaming by clamping my teeth together, which also stopped my chattering. I quickly got into the taxi that had stopped in front of us, and was happy that they actually had heating in this place.

The one-hour ride seemed to last a day, and when we finally stopped, it was in front of a wooden house with a huge front window and a deck. It looked cozy, but with my luck, I was sure the inside was going to a complete mess.

"Welcome to your new home!" my mom exclaimed, spreading her arms out in a "tada!" kind of movement. I almost threw up of disgust. Why did my mother have to be the overly excited kind?

My mom paid the driver and we got our bags. When we entered, I was surprised to find almost all of our furniture already installed. I gave my mother a confused look, still refusing to speak.

"Instead of sleeping on camping mattresses for a month, I thought you might enjoy a real furnished house. So I asked a friend if she could keep an eye on the movers while they prepared everything." I smiled a bit at that. Urg, why did she have to make me soften up to her!

"Okay, your room is upstairs, and mine is in the basement. I don't know if everything has been put the way you want it to be though, so feel free to move want you want around." I quickly nodded and headed up the stairs with my luggage.

Once I got into my room, it was hard to believe it was the same house I had seen from the outside, the style was completely different. There were turquoise walls and light brown parquet flooring. My study loft bed was pressed against the left wall, with all my books and office supplies right where I remembered them. My fuzzy white carpet was place in the right corner near the door, with my bean bag and pillows on top. This room was perfect, except for the emptiness, but I kept in mind that only the first shipment had arrived, and my shelf and posters still wasn't here. Then, in the far right corner, I saw a door. I put down my bags and headed towards it. When I opened it, I almost fainted. There was no way I could stay mad at my mom after this. I saw staring at a huge, circle shape dressing. I had to admit I wasn't much of a valley girl, but when it came to clothes, I went crazy. A dressing this size was my dream. There was an area for hanging shirts, another for pants, there was a dozen shelves and drawers. Even a lockable one made for jewelry. I couldn't help myself and squealed. I rushed to my luggage and unpacked my stuff, organizing everything perfectly.

"I thought you would like this." I jumped in surprised. My mom was standing in the doorway, smiling. Not being able to be mad at her anymore, I hugged her tightly and thanked her. We admired my room for a bit and then she left me to myself. After sleeping during the whole plane ride, I wasn't tired at all. Since I didn't feel like visiting the house, I pondered what to do. Suddenly I remembered something my mother had told me before we had left.

"Trust me, honey, you'll love La Push! We'll live right in front of the beach…"

I couldn't remember what she had said after that because I had run off to my room.

Eager to feel the wind in my hair and the sand between my toes, I changed into my white bikini, putting a tank top and jean shorts on top. I announced my plans to my mother and headed out putting on my flip-flops and aviators. Once I got out, I noticed she hadn't been lying when she said we lived right in front. All I had to do was cross the road and walk a bit and I was there. I took off my flip-flops as soon as I got on the sand and found a spot to lie down on. I took of my top and shorts and spread out onto the sand, hoping to tan a bit. It wasn't as cold as it had been at the airport, there was actually some sun now, and I wasn't going to miss my chance. I closed my eyes and thought of how life was going to be here. Would the other kids like me? Was I going to fit in? Were the guys cute? I was imagining different scenarios when someone's voice startled me.

"Aww come on Jake! Don't be a loser and pay up! I won fair and squ- Oh hello." I had sat up to see the two teen boys approaching me. They looked about my age, and they were HOT. The one talking was the first one I noticed. He was tall and had short black hair and really tanned skin. Then I saw the second one. He was even taller, and had about the same hair, except it was a bit longer and his skin was just as dark. They were both shirtless and I could see there massive abs. If I hadn't been able to control myself, I would have drooled on the spot. I took my sunglasses off and looked at them again, but this time not just their body, but their faces. The shorter one had a flirty look on his face, while the second looked confused, then shocked.

"Hi, I'm Embry." The first one took a few step forwards and I got up.

"I'm Abby, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. Are you new here? I've never seen you around."

"Yeah, I just moved in today, from California."

"Oh so you're the girl who moved into the old Marks' house."

"Umm sure, if you say so."

"Hi I'm Jacob." The taller boy said, seeming to finally snap out of his trance.

"Hi." I smiled and shook the hand he had extended out. His hand was abnormally warm.

"Are you okay? You're really hot! I mean… warm." I blushed at what I had said while Embry and Jacob laughed.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry." He said while looking at me with a smile on his face. He was staring at me with such intensity that it was impossible for me to look away.

"So." Embry practically yelled, interrupting our gazing. We both suddenly turned to him. He gave Jacob a meaningful look so quickly that if I had blinked I would have missed it.

"We have to go help our friend set up a birthday party, sorry." Embry said, looking back to me.

"Oh, that's fine, I'll see you soon." I smiled and put my flip-flops on.

"Hey Abby, what are you doing tonight?" Jake asked, looking hopeful.

"Well, seeing as I just moved in, nothing, why?"

"Well maybe you could come to the party tonight. Meet our friends." He proposed, his grin getting wider as he spoke.

"Sure, that would be great, but I need details."

"It's at seven, down at first beach, and it's semi-formal."

"First beach?" I asked, disoriented.

"If you want I can stop by before and we can walk there together. So that next time you know where it is."

"Sure, that would be great." It was my turn to grin widely this time.

"Cool, see you tonight." He waved, but looked like he really didn't want to leave.

"Yeah, see you." I didn't want to leave either, but I packed up my stuff and made my way home.


Was it that bad? Urg i really suck at self-criticism, that's why i need you guys! please give me some good tips or ideas! I would appreciate it so much! And please, no flames (especially from you Jake-haters), remember, it's my first fic.

xoxo,

LC