This is a fan fiction from Twilight, mainly based around a small character – Lee Stephens. I hope you enjoy it, there's more to come.

Just a quick note that I've changed some of the ages of the characters, for example Claire Young is 14 instead of 4 and Leah and Collin are in there thirties. It makes the story flow more easily. Also, Bella is still human at the beginning of the story.

Twilight doesn't belong to me or any of the characters for that matter, blah blah blah.

KHKitten

I've never done blood typing before, I'd never even had a blood test so there was no way I could have expected my reaction to my own blood. It had been extremely embarrassing to feel so ill after seeing just a drop of blood; my reaction was certainly not very manly. At least I hadn't been the only one, I took a small comfort from that at least.

I remember the nurse asking me if I was alright to drive home, at the time I certainly had not felt well enough to drive home, but what else could I do? My head was still spinning slightly as I stepped into my car and drove slowly back home. It wasn't a long drive home, but a sudden wave of nausea hit me and I had no choice other than to pull over. Little did I know that would have been the best decision I had ever made in my whole life.

I don't know how long I sat on the hard shoulder, with the door open and my head in my hands, trying to stop the dizziness and nausea but it must have been a while. I vaguely recognised the cars of my friends driving past and I had left the school a good half hour earlier than the end of the day. I didn't realise that I wasn't alone until a gorgeous hand entered my vision.

Okay…I know that might sound strange but I just stared at the hand on my arm for a few seconds. Her skin colour was the colour that would make any girl jealous, the colour which countless women had tried to achieve with fake tan and sun beds and whatnot, it was the colour that any model would die for. I glanced up and my mouth dropped open, I fumbled around in my brain for a second, trying to remember how to close it. There was nothing fake about the beautiful lady in front of me. Great, now I was hallucinating. I guess I was more ill than I had thought.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Are you okay?"

It took me a second to realise that the figure in front of me was actually talking, although still sure that I was hallucinating I just watched her.

The girl laughed quietly before repeating her question, "Are you okay there? I'm Jessica, I didn't mean to intrude. I just wondered if you were ill or something…."

I blinked, momentarily silenced by the sound of her laugh. What was wrong with me? I'd never seen this girl in my life, of that I was absolutely certain, and I was gawking at her like a complete idiot.

"I…umm yeah, I was feeling a bit sick…" I swallowed slightly, not quite sure if it had passed fully or not. I was still feeling a little dizzy.

"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was? Jessy?" I added, regretting my words almost automatically afterwards. How embarrassing, about a second later I remembered her name was actually Jessica.

Jessica/Jessy grinned at me, "Close enough. Come on then, let's get you home." She reached for my hand and I let her pull me up, disturbed by how my heart seemed to jump as she touched me. What was wrong with me today?

I turned to get back in my car but she rolled her eyes – which seemed to be the exact colour of honey – and tugged on my hand, directing us to her car.

"But –" I started to protest, wondering how I was going to get around without my car however she cut me off.

"We'll come and get your car another time," she smiled, keeping hold of my hand and opening the door for me.

"Isn't this a little reversed?" I asked with a chuckle as she walked round and got into the driver's seat. "Surely I should be the one opening the door for you?"

She just laughed, and half of my head listened with wonder to the beautiful sound whilst the other half watched how her face became stunning as her amusement flashed across her face. A tiny, tiny part of my brain was yelling at me. I should not be looking at Jessy like that; I've only just met her for god's sake!

However the louder and more dominant that little part in my head got, the harder it became to look away from her. She caught me watching a couple of times and I looked away immediately, just to glance back again as she looked back to the road. I knew it was stupid, I knew I was stupid and I knew the emotions I was suddenly feeling to this beautiful stranger were stupid.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. I completely forgot to say, I'm Lee by the way, Lee Stephens."

Jessy looked at me and there was such sadness in her eyes that it made me silent for a while, it was a second before she spoke.

"I know. You look a lot like your dad."

This did nothing to lift the confusion that had first hit me with her sudden mood change.

"My dad isn't alive anymore; he died a long time ago in a shipping accident." I replied. It doesn't really hurt me to talk about my dad because I can barely remember him. I was only five or six when his boat sunk.

"That's how I recognised you. I'm Jessica Western, daughter of Steve Western first mate to the captain of the Dolphin Rider."

Awareness dawned on my face; I recognised those names of course. My mom had told me everything when I was older and began asking questions. Steve Western had been my dad's first mate, as Jessy had said. He had also died when the Dolphin Rider sunk.

"Oh," I answered, not sure how to reply to that so we just sat in silence for a while. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, more of a friendly silence.

"Where do you live?" she asked me and I was alarmed to see we were already off the motorway and into residential area.

"Oh um, right down here. Number 24, it's on the right."

"Okay," she replied, following my directions.

All too soon she pulled up by the curb and the engine was off, I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door debating whether or not to invite her in but she stopped my silent arguments.

"See you later," Jessy smiled at me, "Call me when you want to pick up your car, I'll give you a lift up to the motorway."

"Thanks," I replied, about to shut the door when I stopped, "Oh, I don't have your number…" It wasn't exactly a chat up line, but it still made me want to cringe.

"Good point," she smirked slightly and got out a piece of paper from the side of her car – along with a pen – and wrote her number down in neat, clear writing. She leant across the car and handed the piece of paper to me.

"Thanks," I repeated stepping back a step and closing the door on. "See you,"

I murmured through the door but I wasn't sure if she heard me or not. I walked up the path to my house and turned just before I slid the key into the lock. Jessy had already turned the engine back on, and edged onto the road again. I waved once but I was yet again unsure if she had seen the gesture or not.

I stepped out of the light rain and into the house my thoughts in a whirl. I looked down at the piece of paper for the first time, realising that there were two numbers instead of one. I automatically recognised the first as a landline and the second as a cell. So she really had meant it when she'd said call me.

"Lee?" I heard my mom's voice call down from upstairs.

"Yeah, I'm back," I heard myself reply but I couldn't take my eyes off the piece of paper.

Wow was my only thought.