This was my first fanfiction but I ended up deleting it. Now, I re-uploaded it and changed a few things such as names. Hopefully it will turn out better than the first time!

Disclaimer- All characters, places and other information relating to Twilight, except for OCs, belong to Stephenie Meyer.

You're standing as a flower on the wall
The room is still but we're about to fall
And all the names that brought us here
Simply fade away

Falling Over Me- Demi Lovato

Arianne

Home. Dictionary definition, a place where one lives. I always believed that, until I came here. We packet all of our belongings, said goodbye to all our friends and family, drove many miles and came here. It was raining when we first arrived, tiny droplets each reminding me of what I left behind.

La Push, Washington. Surrounded by beautiful scenery of forest, sand and sea, it seemed like the perfect place to live. Everyone knows and gets on well with each other. But it's not home to me, not yet. Maybe it never will. I was forced to moved, I never get a choice in my family, it wasn't my decision to leave Sacramento, I loved it there. The sun was always shining, my friends lived on the same street, I could go shopping any time I wanted and it was perfect. Now I'm here, the rain is falling fast, my friends live eight hundred miles away from me, the closest shops require a car journey to get to, which is made worse when my mother refuses to let me drive even though a received my licence five months ago and I do believe it to be perfect.

I felt the car pull to a stop, my sister flattened invisible creases in her dress, if you could call a piece of clothing that barley covers what is considered inappropriate to show in public, a dress. I wrapped my hoodie tighter around my body, trying to trap as much heat as possible, fearing it will soon disappear as soon as I take a step outside. My mother quickly scrambled her way out of the car and to the passengers side to let Alyssa out, leaving me to make my own way to the cold outdoors.

Before I could take one more step, my mother grabbed my arm, lent her head down right beside my ear and whispered harshly. "I'm warning you now, do anything stupid that will embarrass either me or your sister, an you will regret it."

I simply nodded. I have learnt that talking back does nothing but receive you punishment later, so I nodded. All I had to do, according to my mother of course, was to walk in, politely say hello to a few strangers, then keep quiet so no one acknowledges me until it was finally time to go. Simple.

Alyssa walked in front of me, arm linked with my mothers, it was like we were two completely different people. Alyssa and I were twins, fraternal twins and it seemed to my mother that she was the most beautiful, smartest of the two of us. Despite me being the younger twin, I was the first to walk and talk, but did my mother notice, no. When she tells family stories, it is always how Alyssa pulled her self up using the table and taking her first two steps towards to cookie jar, even though I had pulled myself up, using no assistance, and took five steps towards to bookcase. My Grandma had to tell me this, she always thought of me as her favourite, I wasn't spoilt and self-centred like my sister Of course she would never say this out loud, but I knew.

All three of us were invited to an annual 'get together', where all the local residents met up and had a few drinks, laughed and caught up with local gossip. I had been to many in Sacramento, but most involved my mother getting drunk and chatting up much younger men, my sister also getting drunk and going off with much older men. I usually met up with my friends, drank lemonade and had fun. Coming to this get party lowered the chances of them getting drunk, and also my chances of having fun. I had two choices in this situation. One, turn around and hitch-hike all the way to California. Or two, walk into the house and pretend to not exist. Weighing all the options, and noting my fear of the dark and possibility of being kidnapped, I faked a smile and entered the house behind my family.

The house wasn't small, nor was it large, comfy was the best word to describe it. The wood resembled the trees that surrounded it, beautiful and somewhat mysterious. The laughter filled the open spaced room. A fire burned in the corner of the, now crowded, living room which also lead into the semi-large kitchen. Before now, I had never set foot in the house, I didn't even know it existed, but a strange feeling swept upon. It faintly felt like I was meant to be here, a reason that I couldn't comprehend, made it seem like I belonged.

A sudden pain erupted in my ribs, I glanced around and saw my mothers' harsh face. Apparently while I was looking, someone had came over and greeted us. I turn to face the stranger and saw a smiling face look back at me. She was around my mothers' age, possibly older, and pretty. Her mature face looked like it held so many memories, even secrets of her life, her eyes were sad, a sparkle lost years ago. Her rounded, naturally tanned and make up free face, a strong contrast to my mothers' slightly orange and pasted face, was lit up by a loving smile.

"You must be the Martinez family?" Her sweet voice asked. I looked to my family, did I want to be associated with them? Did they want to be associated with me?

"Yes." Came my mothers' fake sweetly voice. "I'm Sandra and these are my daughters." She gestured to us. "Alyssa and Arianne" Her voice got hard as my name came from her lips. A poison to her vocabulary. Never killing her but always causing her pain to utter. The women's friendly expression never faltered as my mother spoke. I didn't know whether or not she noted the change in tone in my mother's voice.

"Welcome. I'm Sue Clearwater, this is my home" No wonder it felt so friendly and welcoming. "Please feel free to ask me for anything whilst you settle in. If you'll excuse me, I have to go and stop my son from staying in his bedroom all night." My eyes flickered to Alyssa as soon as she said son, a small smile played upon her lips. Sue's eyes glanced to us. "You know, I think you're about his age. I'll get him to show you around, I don't expect you two would want to talk to a bunch of adults all night." Alyssa nodded, I just smiled.

"There you go Aly, I told you something good would come out of moving here." My mother addressed my sister as soon as Sue walked up the wooden stairs. Alyssa's sly smile grew in size, and when we saw Sue walking back down the stairs, appearing to be dragging something behind her, it grew even more. A boy came into view, dressed simply in black jeans, white t-shirt and black hoodie. His black hair perfectly styled in a short cut, but leaving some of the rich chocolate hair to fall to his eyes. Even from where we were standing, I could tell that muscles lay beneath his clothes.

"Whoa!" Came Alyssa's voice from beside me along with a low whistle They reached us, the boy looking down at his shoes and shifting his weight from one leg to another, seeming as if he wanted to be somewhere else. Sue glanced at the boy, rolled her eyes and gently nudged him in the ribs.

He looked up and my breath got caught in my throat. He was beautiful. His deep chocolate, almost black eyes gazed upon my, a stare I tried to avoid, but always finding again. He was taller than many boys I had met, luckily for me, I was also tall, but he still had to look down at me. His stare continued, never breaking away to look at the rest of my family, a strange expression placed upon his perfect features, almost like he was in pain, fighting with himself. I could feel my sisters annoyance at his actions but I soon forgot about everything when I met his eyes again. My dull brown against his beautiful. I felt like I was falling, deeper and deeper into the endless pit. My thoughts were broken when I heard the friendly voice again.

"This is my son, Seth. Seth this is the Martinez family. Sandra, Alyssa and Arianne." Usually this was the time when I would smile, but my body was frozen, as much as I tried, I had no control. I could see Alyssa flick her blonde dyed hair over her shoulder, a action that usually made boys swoon and fall to her feet. But not him, his stare continued, a gaze that never left mine.

My brain finally kicked in. All heat in my body rose to my cheeks, an almost burning sensation covering my face. My eyes quickly averted to the floor, I could still feel his on my skin. Sue cleared her throat and turned to him. "Seth, do you think you could show Arianne and Alyssa around." He managed a small nod. "Don't go into the forest, Sam's still there and I don't want anything to happen." Doesn't want anything to happen? Was this Sam in a gang? Was Seth? I couldn't understand why this bothered me as much as it did, even though I hate gangs, I had only met this boy, why did I care so much?

"Sure" I nearly fell to my knees as I heard his voice for the first time. A honey tone mixed perfectly with a slightly husky voice. Nothing sounded like it and all I wanted to do is to listen to it all day. At last ripping his eyes away from me, I was able to look up. He was turned to face the door that we entered in and with glancing at me every few seconds, he lead us to the outside. Whilst we walked into the cold, night air he said nothing. Alyssa walked close to him trying to divert his attention onto her but it never left me.

We started walking towards the back of the wooden house, Seth leading the way, and us trailing behind. I saw him tense up and was about to ask if he was okay, until he turned fully to me, stopping and I also when I realised. His mouth opened "You're Arianne?" Came his angelic voice. I tried to repl, but my voice was lost in his presence so I simply nodded. "Okay, just making sure." He said nothing more, and started walking again.

A sudden noise came from deep inside the woods, a low growl, making me jump and Alyssa scream. Seth seemed at ease, as if he was expecting it. He looked at me and smiled. "There's nothing to fear." I frowned at his words. Had he not heard the growl? "It's only the legends."

Only the legends?

Whatever 'gang' this boy was part of, it wasn't the sanest.