I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's characters.

Okay, so I know the Twilight phase (omg so punny because wolves phase...no? okay then) has passed, but I've recently gotten back into it again and I decided to write a story! I really love the wolf pack, so I decided to do a Jacob/OC. I would love to do a Paul/OC and a Seth/OC in the future, but I'm gonna start off with Jake because he was (obviously) the most developed character out of the wolves and he has a lot of teenage angst and anger that I want to work with. I hope you and enjoy and please leave me a review!

- Iaurrhim :)

Being a hopeless romantic and believing in love are two very different things. Every since I was a young girl, it seems as though I've seen countless relationships fall apart. From friendships to romances, it seems like there is an inevitable end to every kind of love. I thought wrong.

With my dad being a doctor, we moved around a lot for some reason until we finally settled down in a small town in Washington called La Push. My dad's job was actually in the neighboring town, Forks, but we got a deal on the house in La Push and it was a close enough commute from the house to the Forks Hospital that it was worth the extra bit of time. My dad didn't mind anyways because like me, he liked having a bit of alone time in the mornings where he could just listen to music and enjoy life a bit.

Before Washington, I had spent the bulk of my life in New Jersey, New York, and Massachusetts, with a few other places thrown in the mix, but my family had generally stayed in the Northeast. Washington wasn't much of a change from that, but it was a change nonetheless. I wasn't too happy about the move considering we had stayed in Massachusetts for the past 3 years and I was hoping that would be our forever home, but I had no choice but to adapt to my new and unfamiliar surroundings. I was finally starting to make a life for myself there only to be ripped away, but like I said, everything ends. Sure, I had a few friends from MA, but since the summer had started, the number of messages and replies I received from my so-called friends seemed to be rapidly dwindling down to zero...not that I particularly minded.

For some reason, a part of me has always liked being alone. I like talking to people, sure, but I prefer the company of books, poetry, tv shows, and fictional characters. When I'm engrossed in a good book or show with an intricate plot line and diverse characters, I feel the most at home; I feel the most like myself. Plus, whenever I try to actually form a relationship with someone, it always ends badly. I'm not sure if it's a self-fulfilling prophecy kind of thing where I think things are going to end and they do or if it's bad luck or if it's just proof my thoughts about everything having an expiration date that are right. All the relationships I've had –not including my relationship with my mom, dad, and brother– have all either slowly fizzled out or abruptly ended.

I made my way down to the kitchen when a voice greeted me, "finally decided to stop being a hermit then, Kara?"

I turned and gave a small smile to my mom and did the best to not show my annoyance towards her for that statement. "Nah, I'm just here to get food. Still a hermit though! I think I got it from dad's side of the family though, so you can blame it on all the Zanders!" I gave my mom a sarcastic thumbs up and she just laughed my joke off and told me to eat well and get some sleep because apparently I had a big day tomorrow.

I looked at her suspiciously. "What do you mean, a big day?"

She just smirked back at me and left without answering the question.

Well, great. Now my mind is running wild with ideas of my mother plotting my death or marrying me off to the next eligible bachelor or something…death would be preferred.

We had been in La Push for 2 weeks now, but most of that time was spent unpacking furniture and decorating my room. I had finished my room within the first week, but I had helped my mom and dad finish their room as well as the living room and the kitchen. Looking around, I took in the glory of my room. It wasn't much, but it was my safe haven of sorts. I had put up a few Star Wars and comic book related posters and I did have my handy dandy bookcase with my oh-so-precious books (yay reading!), so it was somewhat decorated, but other than that, the only pieces of furniture were my bed and a desk. My walls reminded me a bit of leaves during the fall because they were brown but they seemed to have a hint of yellow and green that really made the room glow. It's a simple colour, but I had a brown sugar candle burning so the mix of sight and smell seemed to brighten it up a bit as well. My room seemed to be one of the only rooms on the second story of the house and even though it wasn't particularly spacious, the balcony that led outside made up for that. If you looked outside, you could see the beach a couple miles away so watching the sunset and the moon had become part of my routine here in La Push. I also put a comfortable bench on the balcony so I could have a place to read, taking breaks to enjoy the scenery as I did so.

It was around 11:00pm, so I looked outside and noticed the moon would be full within the next few days, but it was beautiful nonetheless. The night sky was dark so the only thing giving off light was the moon and it seemed to make the beach and everything outside glow. I decided that since the weather was nice outside, I'd lock my balcony, but leave the windows slightly open to let some of that fresh cool air in. I preferred the room to be cold when I slept, but I liked to bundle up with blankets and my stuffed narwhal…and yes, I have a stuffed narwhal because I'm cool like that. Narwhals are the best.

I lied down in bed and wrapped the sheets around me and I thought about what awaited me in this new start of mine. Would I make a friend? A boyfriend? It was all a mystery to me, but that mystery seemed to excite me. New possibilities could be a good thing, right? Exploring La Push was definitely something I was looking forward to because I knew there were a few trails that I had marked down somewhere. Plus, I didn't really leave anything behind in Massachusetts other than my beloved Evergreen tree that I used to read under, but in La Push, I had a great view of the beach, so I suppose it acted as a trade of sorts rather than a loss of something. I missed my tree but I gained a beautiful piece of scenery, plus, I could always personally go down to the beach and read or just enjoy it from my balcony. With these thoughts in my head, I drifted asleep noticing that it was already 2am. Where did the time go by?

I woke up with a start somewhat dreading today. I remembered my mom making that ominous comment about today being a big day, but as I thought more about it, I realized what would probably happen. Since I had finally finished unpacking, I knew my parents were anxious about me making friends. They never really understood the fact that I didn't feel a desire to make friends, but I didn't like to upset them so I tried. Key word: tried. I knew that today I didn't have an excuse as to why I couldn't go out to get groceries for them or go with them to say hello to the neighbors, because alas! there was no busy work left for me to do and nothing I could say to avoid social interaction. I suppose that's how I found myself awkwardly sitting in my car wondering where the heck the grocery store was.

"Curse you, mom." I let out a groan and banged my head on the steering wheel. I have absolutely no sense of direction so if I were to ever get lost without my cell phone or cell connection, I'd probably be dead within the hour and end up somewhere in a ditch or at the bottom of a cliff. However, I did have my cell phone and there was connection, so I suppose I wasn't going to die today due to my inability to follow directions, but that didn't mean that I wanted to go out in public where there were…people. I quickly looked up the address of the closest grocery store and put it into my GPS, so I could get the groceries and get the hell out as fast as I could. Maybe I'm being dramatic about this whole meeting people thing, but I could do that when school started if I wanted to. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the rest of my summer and get familiar with my surroundings. Was that too much to ask? I didn't think so. Lost in my trail of thought, I realized I didn't even start the car. Whoops…but I do really hope that there is a self-checkout at the store even though I'm not too sure about that considering it is a small town and well…people did need jobs.

The GPS said it was only a five minute drive, so if I wanted to, I could have walked, but I decided driving would be better due to the unpredictable nature of rain here in La Push and the fact that if I walked, I'd probably end up getting distracted and wandering into the forest. I knew if I walked, I'd probably be exploring for hours only to have my phone die on me leaving me for dead and having no way to get back home. I was almost to the grocery store when I could have sworn I saw an animal in the woods. Now, I know that seems ridiculous because of course there are going to be animals in the woods, but this seemed different. Something seemed off. I was only driving about 5 mph because I wasn't sure what turn to take into the grocery store, yet the animal went by in a blur and from what I saw, I wasn't so sure it was just one animal either. It seemed to be chasing something or running with something. What? I wasn't sure.

A loud voice started yelling at me. "Lady! Watch where the hell you're going! Geez."

I slammed down on my breaks and turned my eyes so I could see what was happening in front of me. There was a very built man with warm brown skin dressed in cut off shorts and a sleeveless shirt feet in front of me about to cross the road. Damn, I would have hit him because I was daydreaming. Great, now I caught his attention. Just my luck.

I rolled down my window and yelled back a sincere apology, "I'm so sorry. I thought I saw an animal in the woods and freaked out for a bit. I'll keep my eyes on the road. I promise not to run anyone over anymore."

The man seemed to stiffen at my words but gave me a forced laugh and a smile at my joke and made his way into the woods? Well then. That's not weird at all…and I just noticed he wasn't wearing shoes. How odd, but at least I know I'm not the craziest one here.

I pulled into the parking lot and found a spot close to the front. I always tried my best because if I didn't find a close spot, I would forget where I parked and wander around aimlessly looking for my spot after getting groceries and I know I didn't need to make a fool of myself in front of more people, especially not any more tall, dark, and handsome men.

I got out of my car and grabbed a cart before walking into the store. My mom had given me a long grocery list because she hadn't gotten some basic spices and whatnot for the kitchen and my dad handed me an additional list for things he wanted like caffeinated drinks and small snack packs because when he worked, he needed more fuel to get him through his day. I made my way around the store and observed people. It seemed like they all knew each other. I knew it was a small town, but I didn't really stop to think just how small it was. I was in aisle 8 when I heart two girls maybe a bit older than me talking about…me?

A soft voice quietly whispered, "I heard a new family moved in a while ago. They apparently have a daughter but I haven't seen her around."

The other girl, or rather, woman's voice warmly responded, "I'm sure she's just getting used to La Push. It can't be easy moving, especially not in the middle of high school. I heard from one of the teachers at the High School that she'll be a Junior so at least she'll have a couple of years to make some friends. Maybe I'll have some of the pack welcome her today. I'm sure Seth will be more than happy to do that. And you and me of course, Kim."

The soft-spoken girl excitedly hushed back, "That would be great! Then, we'd finally have another girl to talk to in that sea of testosterone!"

Both girls laughed and continued to talk, but I decided to not push my luck by listening to them anymore and moved on to the next aisle so I could finish buying my groceries. My heart warmed at the thought of them being kind enough to think of welcoming me. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.

New place, new memories, new friends, new attitudes, right? All relationships may have an end, but maybe, just maybe, I can form some relationships with a happy ending.