CHAPTER 1
Disclaimer**: I am not Stephanie Meyer. I can dream though???
A/N Hey everyone. This is my first fanfic. I wanted to do a story that hasn't really been done. Hope you like it. Pleaaaaassse review..so I know if its ok. This chapter is really short. The next few will be longer.
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SETH POV.
When did everything stop being easy? When did life, in general, get so complicated? And why, after all these years, am I suddenly lonely? That was the one thing in my life I could not get my head around. I, Seth Clearwater, member of the Quileute family, werewolf, and surrounded by people all day every day, was lonely.
But, it wasn't like a 'people' loneliness. Even I knew that. It was the loneliness that developed when you were surrounded by people who had a soul mate. Whose life had meaning.
I only really knew two people who had ever felt this way before. Both, became bitter and focused. Both, had found a solution that worked, that made their life better. Both no longer felt the way I did. One, was Jacob Black. Jacob had lost the one girl he's ever loved to his mortal enemy. He had fought and fought against the pain of losing her. And his solution? To imprint on her daughter, Renesmee. It had been seven years since then. Nessie had grown up, and they were happy together, to Edward's dismay.
The other person was Leah. She had lost everything the same way Jacob had gained it. Leah had lost Sam. It had almost killed her to have him want her to go away. So she had become a bitch. There really was no other way to say it. She was downright unpleasant, and no one, not even me, her own flesh and blood wanted to be near her. But, Leah had gotten over it. She'd moved away, taken some courses at a community college, and took up yoga and anger management classes. She'd become her own person, and we were all happy for her.
Mom and Charlie had gotten married, and she moved up to Forks. She needed to get away from La Push, from the memories of my Dad. It was still really hard for her.
I rented a house with Quil. His grandpa had died and he decided to get his own place. Our house was like a train station. Anyone and everyone came there. I didn't really mind though. It was nice to have company other than Quil sometimes. He was always preoccupied with Claire. She was at a grand age of 10. Quil still had a ball looking after her, so her mom took advantage of the free babysitting service a lot. We even stocked up on her favourite breakfast cereals.
When Claire was at our place, I always envied Quil. He was like a big brother to her. A big brother that acted like a 10 year old. I remembered when I was at that age. A had a mom, two sisters and a best friend. A girl best friend. Neya Black. Yeah, Black. Turns out she was Billy's adopted brother's daughter. Wow. That was a mouthful. But, that made her Jake's cousin.
Jake and I didn't really hang out when we were younger. I mean, I was two years younger than him.I had my own friends. Neya was my age. She came to stay for the summer when I was ten. Jake had decided that he, Quil and Embry were going to go cliff diving, and they had tried to get Neya to go, but she was terrified by heights. She had gone down to the beach to look around.
I, consequently, had been walking along the beach to have another look at a little cave I had found yesterday. I was walking along the colourful rocks of the beach. When I reached the tiny gap in the shrubs and rock that marked the path from the cliff diving rock, I heard a screech and a slipping sound. I looked up in shock and the next second I saw someone flying down the track on their butt, waving their arms when they saw me. My breath huffed from my lungs as she hit me, knocking me flat on my back on the rocks.
"Ow, shoot, hey!" I had yelled. She righted herself, pushing her hair from her face as she did so.
". Sorry.." She said, smiling sadly. "I tripped up the top, and slid all the way down. Pretty muddy, huh?"
"Yeah.." I found myself smiling at this stranger that had just knocked me flat on my ass. There was just something likeable about her. She grinned back. "I'm Seth. Seth..Clearwater." I held out my hand.
"Hello Seth." She took my hand, and I shook it eagerly. "My name is Neya. Neya Black."
"Black? As in.."
"Billy, Sarah, Rachel, Rebecca, and Jacob. Yeah." She smiled, counting their names off on her fingers. I leapt up, and held out my hand. She took it, and I pulled her to her feet. We started walkig, and as I did so, I began telling her about the cave I found.
Neya and I hung out the whole summer. It was awesome. I'd never really had a best friend before, and I was enjoying it heaps. Since Neya was a Black, she was automatically invited to the clifftop bonfires we had with the Blacks, Atearas, Uley's, Calls, etcetera, etcetera. We listened to the stories in wonder. When Old Quil told the one about the 'Cold Ones' she got a bit freaked, and I held her hand.
But, all good things must come to an end, I guess. She promised she'd come back the next summer. I called her regularly, and we chatted for hours on end, even though we were only eleven. On the second week of summer vacation, the day before Neya was due here in La Push, Billy got a call. His adopted brother, Neya's dad and sole carer, had died from a heart attack. Neya had been shipped off to some other relative, and I had lost her phone number. I never heard from her again.
On the one year anniversary of his death, Billy, Sarah and the kids had travelled away for a service. They returned, and Jake told me he had only seen Neya from a distance, and hadn't talked to her. Apparently she was living with her godmother.
One week later, Jacobs mom was travelling home from Forks, when she was killed by a loggers truck rolling along the slippery highway. I was good friends with Sarah. She was always happy, and best friends with my mom. From then on, things became complicated.
One. I became a werewolf.
Two. Nessie came along, and the packs split.
Three. I was lonely.
For the first time in about seven years, I thought about Neya Black.
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