AN: I do not own Twilight. I got this overwhelming feeling to start this story a couple days ago and even though FF is kind of dead now, I know that I still read it so maybe you do too? Anyhow, if there is any life out there looking for a currently updating story, please leave a comment if you're interested in another chapter. After that, it doesn't matter if you comment or not! I just want to know if there's someone out there who is actually reading Twilight FF in 2017 so I know if I should update or not haha!

As much as I loved her, I was going to kill the bitch.

Okay, so I am a tad dramatic but Faye was my best friend. Scratch that, she's basically my sister and that means her moving across the country and getting married without my knowledge is basically slicing the bonds of sisterhood into a million pieces. However, as someone who despises the mundane, I do have to respect her ballsy actions. Faye only knew this mystery man for two months before staking a claim on him – a risky move even for her. Never having much luck with men but fearing loneliness, she tended to jump in and out of relationships rather fast. I wasn't surprised that she found someone in La Push but the fact that she married him so quickly was, well, quite the shock. Past relationships proved Faye to be pretty shit at picking potential partners and, boy, had she seen some assholes: cheaters, abusers and just your average loser. Faye wanted to see the good in men but most importantly, Faye wanted to be loved and refused to wake up to an empty side of the bed. There was an empty part within herself that she felt as though she couldn't fill herself. I always told her that she was enough, that loving someone isn't the medicine she needed but she's always been rather stubborn so she did as she pleased. Her last relationship ended with her boyfriend ignoring her for two weeks before she finally found the courage to break it off herself. She was so hurt that within a couple weeks' notice she packed her bags and moved across the country to La Push, Washington. With the help of some alcohol, of course, it was as simple as tossing a coin onto a map of the states and wherever it landed, that's where she'd flee and flee she did.

Now, here I sit staring at a text I had received from her about her new husband and how guilty she felt for not telling me anything about him. I took a deep breath and decided to call her – there was no way she could just send this kind of news with no warning and expect me to be all happy-go-lucky for her. Not that I wasn't happy for her but, damn, let a sister know. You'd think we hadn't been best friends for 10 years or that we hadn't spent weeks at each other's house or that we hadn't taken baths together with a bottle of wine each watching horror movies with the lights turned off. What? Like I said, we are basically sisters.

"Hey Roslynn, please don't lecture me from the get go! I know I'm the worst friend ever for just texting you with no explanation but it's very complicated!"

She sounded panicked already. Good – she knew she did something wrong. Well, not wrong I suppose. She's entitled to keep her private life private but to be fair, Faye and I shared absolutely everything with each other. I could rely on her like a friend, sister and mother. I almost felt hurt that she didn't tell me sooner because I thought she could rely on me in the same way.

"Complicated? What's complicated? I'll tell you - it's that you couldn't even call me to tell me you'd even met someone. Hell, not even a damn text? I don't mean to nag you but come on! This is a huge, huge deal! Were you afraid that I would judge you or something?" I heard her sigh and she sounded close to tears. The first thing to know about Faye, as previously stated, is that she's shit at picking partners – number two is that she's a very emotional being. Excuse me for being worried about her!

"I know it is a big deal and no, I know you won't judge me! I'm a wife, Roslynn. A wife. It hasn't even been 4 months since I broke up with Ben and I am someone's wife! I was wrecked in that relationship and now here I sit…married! Do you remember the night of the break up? We said 'fuck men' and pledged to be single forever together? Do you know how weird this is for me? It's a lot to get used to! I keep saying I'm married and that I'm a wife over and over again and it's still so new to me. I've felt like shit for not telling anyone anything, especially you. He helps me though, he helps me like no other and I feel so happy and loved. I know you're worried about me and you have every right to be but Jacob is honestly the best man I have ever met." Her tone changed from upset to undoubtedly infatuated. Whoever this guy was, I wasn't sure I could trust him. Men, or at least the one's I've known and who have dated Faye, were in no rush to make a commitment to anyone, especially a lifelong commitment. It had me wondering if this guy was insane, forced her or was just actually in love with my best friend.

"If he's so great, why haven't you bothered to tell me about him? You get there and within two months you're married? That's insane. Are you being forced? Is he crazy? Nothing should be that complicated."

Faye started to giggle in the background at my questions while I huffed, obviously agitated.

"Jeez Roslynn, that imagination of yours really must get you in trouble sometimes. No, I'm not being forced and no he's not crazy. He's actually very smart, responsible, funny and charming. I think you'd actually approve of this one!" she said simply and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"I just don't understand. Something is strange here. You'd never do something like this and keep it a secret. Even if you wanted it on the down low, we all know you have a big mouth and it would have slipped anyhow." I teased and she chuckled, knowing it was the truth.

"Listen, why don't you come up and see me then if you're so curious? You know I miss you like crazy! And who knows, maybe you'll find a chunk of hunk yourself."

I sighed and thought about her offer for a moment. I missed her like crazy plus the chance to see her and investigate into her new lifestyle was very tempting. However, I'm young and money seems to always be an issue. Before I opened my mouth to tell her that wasn't a good idea, she was already challenging my thoughts.

"And Roslynn, we all know that you're ridiculously cheap so don't even try to say you don't have the money because all you do is save. You can stay with Jacob and I, we'll provide the food and whatever else you need, okay? Just find the next ticket and get your ass up here. You need a break from life anyhow."

She was right and I knew it. However, my new title of "unemployed" did not exactly support a random trip out to Washington. At the same time though, I have always wanted to travel and be spontaneous. Hell, what's the worst that could happen? I haven't always lived on the "safe" side so why start now?

"Fine," I replied. "But don't even try to set me up with any of your local "hunks" – I am sticking to our "fuck men" and single forever pledge."

Faye just laughed and we said our goodbyes. Pulling out my computer, I looked up the next available tickets out to Washington - tomorrow, 6am. I purchased my ticked, printed it out and sent a copy to Faye so that she would be able to pick me up tomorrow around noon. I quickly packed and then headed to bed. Tomorrow, the investigation begins.

FPOV

"Alright, she's coming! I'm so excited – I just wish I could tell her everything about us. She's a very curious individual, Jacob. Just to warn you."

Jacob laughed and looked at me adoringly. I could tell that he knew how much I had missed Roslynn but due to his rather large secret of being a shape shifter and protecting the La Push reservation, it was hard to give her any details about our relationship – especially about imprinting. Roslynn, I feel, would probably hate the aspect of imprinting. Roslynn has always been independent, strong willed and just a naturally curious person. When we were younger, she'd always take me on crazy adventures and encourage me to just live life as best I could in the moment. She's the one who inspired me to pick a random place and move in the first place.

"I'd rather have your friend be curious about us out of the care in her heart than shut you out for keeping such a large secret." He wrapped his arms around me and sighed, content. I agreed – Roslynn may not always approve of what I do, but as long as I'm safe she'll forever support me. I peeked over at Jacob, admiring his warm skin and full lips. I don't think that I'd ever get used to how handsome he was inside and out. Knowing how much I missed home and Roslynn, he did his best to make sure that I was happy and that I was somewhat distracted when it came to the days that were rougher on me. I wished in that moment that everyone could experience what it's like to be loved so fully.

"Jacob, do you think that someone will imprint on her?" I asked, hopeful.

"Baby, imprinting is supposed to be a rare phenomenon. However, with Sam, Jared, and Quil all having found their mate, it's looking to be a lot more common than the elders thought. It's possible. I believe that you unknowingly picked La Push because it led you right to me. You may have led your friend to her soul mate as well."

I smiled at the thought. Roslynn, out of everyone I knew, deserved to find happiness. She was no saint or anything but she had it rough growing up. Her parents were divorced by the time she was eleven, two years before she met me. I remember her going into detail one late night about how much that moment changed her view on love and she wasn't afraid to let others know. She believed that anyone was able to change their heart and mind in any moment, thus, making the idea of marriage and soul mates implausible to her. In our freshman year of high school, Roslynn was so vocal about her lack of belief in love there were bets going around seeing who could get Roslynn to go out with them and who could break her, as if she were some kind of crazed animal. They thought that someone who was as passionate as she was about not believing in love would therefore only be interested in sex and fleeting casual relationships. One boy succeeded by acting as though the bets were childish and that she deserved someone's interest only if they truly cared. Roslynn fell and that boy was known as the one who broke her – he walked away with $100 and she walked away with more scars than she already had. She didn't open up much about her view on love or really anything personal after that – she was more closed off and stubborn than when I initially met her.

At the age of 14, Roslynn had essentially had put the whole idea of love behind her. She adamantly avoided any romance movies which lead her to develop a love for horror movies and she rarely listened to anything other than classical music. By the time we graduated high school, she had a plan to work and go to college until she graduated with her first degree then from there it was off to explore the world. She would tell me that so many people waste their lives being completely obsessed with finding someone to love and that she wouldn't be the same – her love belonged to the sea, the mountains, and the forest. The exploration of the world , her novels and writing her own poetry is what captured her mind, body, soul and that's the way it's been ever since. She recently graduated with her 2 year associates degree and had taken a paid internship to allow her to save while she planned out her extravagant travels. She planned to travel the state's first and from there go wherever her heart desired. The entirety of Roslynn always made me a tad insecure – I was someone who devoutly believed in romance and a prince charming. I suppose that's why I've had so many horrible relationships – I'm rather quick to jump into something when I feel any sort of spark. She assured me that it wasn't wrong wanting what I wanted, it was just the whole idea had been tainted for her from the beginning.

Regardless, I think that watching Roslynn stare the love of her life in the face would be kind of hysterical. I don't know if she would know what to do with the constant love, admiration and loyalty constantly thrown at her. For her sake, I hope it happens and that she finally finds someone who can confront her belief on love head on.

AN: Well, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter :D If anyone out there did follow me, I did have other stories posted but took them down a while ago in case you were curious as to what happened. Anyhow, like I said, I'm not sure if anyone is out there reading FF still but please leave a quick little comment letting me know if you are 3 I hope all of you have a spectacular day 3