La Push, Washington.

What was there to say? I hadn't been back here in nearly twelve years. A small Native American reservation right next to Forks, Washington. And so I was moving back there, to live with my Grandma. From Hesperia, California to La Push, Washington. Not something I wanted. Not something I planned. My father left me and my mother when I was nine. My mother recently got a job that required her to travel a lot. So instead of staying at friends' houses, I was being made to move to La Push with my Grandma. It wasn't that I hated my Grandma. I just hated that I was leaving the one place I felt comfortable.

So here I was, in my baby, my 1987 Ford Ranger, with a U-Haul trailer dragging behind me. My mother couldn't be there to take me, so I had to drive myself. So with stops for sleeping, food, and the bathroom, It took me two days to get to La Push. The drive wasn't as lonely as I thought it would be. It was actually kind of relaxing actually. Time to think.

There was one issue that I realized when I got into town. Part of the directions that I had with me had somehow disappeared. Just my fucking luck. I had the address but not how to get there. So despite my want of doing it on my own, I had to stop and ask for directions. Lucky me. So I stopped at a grocery store. Hopping out of my truck, I tried to find someone who seemed like they could help me.

Shortly after stepping out, I literally bumped into this woman. I jumped out of reaction, as did she. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay. You're new here right?"

"Yes." I said.

I noticed some scars on the side of her face. They were there but she was still beautiful despite them. "I'm moving in with my Grandma. But I lost part of the directions. Do you think you could tell me how to get there?"

She smiled softly at me. "What's the address?"

Definitely thankful. She was able to help me out. "Thanks so much..."

"Emily. Emily Young."

"Eleanor Monroe. Call me Ellie.

"You're welcome Ellie."

With a smile, I was back in my truck and off to my Grandmas.

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It was like she knew. Just as I was pulling up to the house, she was walking out the front door. Hopping out of the truck once again, I immediately went to her and gave her a hug. "Nice to see you again Ellie."

"Same to you Grandma."

"Let's get you inside and get a drink. You must be thirsty."

"That I am. You always seem to know things."

"I'm just good like that."

"Yeah," I said smirking, "You're just so darn special."

A mock frown appeared on her face. "Love you too Ellie."

Following her lead, we headed into her house. Well, now our house, I should say.

What I saw when I entered was not what I expected. The house was the same as it was twelve years ago. Open, warm, inviting, homey. So that wasn't it. It was the face that four guys were sitting in the living room. Four really good looking guys. "Grandma...what have you been doing lately?" I said raising my eyebrows playfully.

"Get your mind out of the gutter."

Smiling, I put my hand over my heart. "Wish I could. Permanently clued there though. No help for me on that one."

"Ellie."

"What?" I asked, trying to look innocent.

She just rolled her eyes and turned to these guys.

Turning my own attention to them, I saw they were laughing. They were probably thinking I was weird. Wouldn't bug me if they did. I was able to get a decent look at them though. All of them were humongously tall. At least six-foot-five for the shortest one. Again, all were shirtless, so it was easy to see the bodies they had. Nice to look at that's for sure. All short haired and brown eyed. But the one thing that got me was the tattoo that they all had. The exact same one on each of them. I didn't get to think of it much. "Ellie, these are some boys that live around town. They have helped me out a few times around the house. And don't you find some dirty comment about that."

She was right. I was going to say something but she stopped me before I had a chance.

Without hesitation, the guys came closer to introduce themselves. First one stepped forward. He was the shortest and seemingly the youngest. "I'm Seth." he said sticking out his hand.

Shaking it, I found the warmth of his hand weird but surprisingly nice. "Nice to meet you."

The next one stepped forward. "Embry."

Like with Seth, I shook his hand. Again, the warmth was there. "I'm Quil."

The shaking of the hands...again. And finally the last one. "I'm Jacob."

"Black?"

He nodded. "I remember you. When I used to live here twelve years ago, we were neighbors. You were a bit of a brat back then."

It was like a light bulb went off in his head. "That was you?"

"Yes, yes it was."

I just smiled.

There was a silence before Jacob stepped back to the rest of the guys. "You know, you guys feel like you're burning up. What's up with that?"

They just shrugged. Didn't seem normal but I wasn't going to push it. Something was going on but they barely knew me. I'd probably find out sooner or later anyway. Grandma smiled at me as she stepped closer. "I have a surprise for you. These guys helped me out."

"Grandma."

"Just trust me. Close your eyes."

I did. She grabbed my hand and lead me somewhere.

Only a moment later did we stopped. Still I kept my eyes closed. We went up the stairs and traveled just a little bit more. I heard the sound of a door opening and then was pulled through. I was stopped...again. "You can open your eyes this time."

What I saw was amazing. The walls were a bright red. There was a queen size sleigh bed whose frame was dark wood and bedding was red, pink, and white. The dresser and desk were the same colour as the bed frame. There was a nice wood floor and a window that had a nice view of the back yard. The room was absolutely perfect for me. With no warning, and no hesitation, I hugged all of them. "Thank you so much. It's awesome. I love it."

I was excited. As much as I didn't want to leave Hesperia, things were okay. The fact that Grandma took the time to make sure this room happened, made me happy. I knew she was trying to make me feel at home. I was definitely thankful.