I'm writing a new story since I have lost interest in that story. I have put an author's note saying if anyone wants to adopt the story and continue than that is totally fine with me. Anyways, I have concluded that the character of Paul is kind of overrated now. I mean we all know that he is the sexy big bad wolf so it's very easy to write him, we just follow the bad boy personalities. I wanted something fresh so I decided to write a story revolving around Seth. Yes, he loves the Cullens and he's nice. But that's all we know sort of. And I'm not going to make him a mushy love-sick puppy who everyone portray him as in my story. I can honestly say my story is a unique one. Or at least it has a unique plot. So enjoy!
Discalimer: don't own anything other than the plot and any other newly created characters by ME!
Preface:
Juliette Sophie-Anne Catch. She's a famous actress who lives in of course, L.A. She takes a break from her career to get away from her controlling mother and tries to get somewhat inspired to be a singer. She chooses La Push for a change of scenery from the busy and polluted streets of Hollywood. Not only that but she've always been attracted to tribal indian cultures and her dad lived in the reservation.
Seth Clearwater is a shapeshifting Quillete who is the only one among the pack who accepts and loves the local vampire coven: The Cullens. He's sweet, smart, and cute. All in the same package. Yum, right? But it also comes with a little side note: He's bisexual who's sort of leaning towards the preference for the male species. Of course, Fate works in wicked ways and he imprints on none other than the said actress above.
Her face is a map of the world
Is a map of the world
You can see she's a beautiful girl
She's a beautiful girl
And everything around her is a silver pool of light
The people who surround her feel the benefit of it
It makes you calm
She holds you captivated in her palm
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me
Fame. Everyone wants it because everyone thinks they are special in a way. Even if they deny one little compliment from someone, they can't help but feel a little good about themselves and wants to hold on to it as long as it lasts. And thats why I wanted it. Who could refuse such long-lasting and constant fame? No one. I wanted to be truly appreciated of my talent by the whole world i wanted to be the woman who every girl dreamed about being. "I wish I was her."
The Flashing lights from the paparazzi and constant rumors about me didn't phase me at all. Though my mother didn't quite get the idea and still pushed me to quite acting completely because of the "burden". The rumors and constant stalking from the paparazzi everywhere I went were her weapons.
Everyone who was close enough to me knew which were wrong and which were true of the rumors but my own mother thought even the worst of the bunch were true. It was completely stressful trying to explain the things I didn't do when the articles were so convincing to the public. I mean that is their job, trying to make people buy the magazine by gasp inducing headlines on the cover with photoshopped pictures as "proof".
Sometimes, I wonder if she's the one that's making these rumors up in the dark. She just got really pissed off when I suspected her of it.
Today, I had a meeting with my manager, Ron, for some job offer that was to "boost up your fame". I grimaced at the remembrance of the bribe attempt.
I quickly made my way to Armani's Cafe in Hollywood with my sunglasses on and searched for the familiar face of my manager. He was sitting at the table farthest in the back, sipping a drink out of his cup while looking through some papers in his hands. I walked up to his table and sat down on the seat opposite of him.
"Excuse me, Sir." I said with a deep voice. He quickly looked up from his papers in surprise, expecting a stranger until he realized it was me. I giggled as he glared lightly my way.
He was a scrawny middle aged man with those thick stylish glasses. He was one of those artsy people walking around New York or I don't know, working at Urban Outfitters. He cleared his throat before getting down to business.
"So, I know today's not our usual meeting day but I was so excited for this job offer that I needed to tell you the next day!" He said excitedly as he clapped his hands like a little child. It was true, today was wednesday and we usually met on tuesday, thursday, and saturday. Well those were the official days anyway. We usually talked constantly on the phone though so I guess it didn't really matter whether we met or not today.
"Alright, spit it out Ron." I said as I rolled my eyes at him. He quickly shoved one of the papers he was holding across the table towards me and I looked down to read it. When I finished reading the offer, I was smiling at him.
"Singing? I get signed to a record label? That's totally awesome! Now I can prove that I can act and sing!" I said happily. This was a great opportunity for me to move my way up in the entertainment business.
"I knew you would agree! So what do you say? Tomorrow do you wanna meet up with the Moore Records?" He asked. I was about to say yes but then remembered that I still had to tell my mother about this. I contemplated as he looked at me with a questioning gaze. I also want to write my own songs too...
"Tell them that I do accept the offer but I need to work on my songs and I want to meet up with them when my songs are ready to be heard. Which leads to a little break in my acting department too. Can you do all that for me?" I asked knowing the answer.
"Sure thing." He said while jotting down stuff on his day planner.
"I don't get why you just won't put your blackberry to good use and start using that as a day planner." I said semi exasperatedly.
"I don't want to be one of those people." He said stubbornly. I rolled my eyes in response. whatever.
"Alright, well I gotta go break this news up to my mother. I will call you later okay?" I said to him while getting up to leave. He just nodded in response. I walked out of the cafe and drove to my mother's house up in Beverly Hills.
I pulled up on the extravagant driveway and walked up towards the door. I opened the door to find my mother sitting in the living room watching E!. I rolled my eyes at the typical scene of my mother. Always the gossip queen.
She just glanced my way as I sat down on the sofa adjacent to hers watching the tv but not really paying attention to what they were fussing over today. When the commercials began she turned her head towards me and raised one of her eyebrows in question.
"I got a job offer today. Not just any other offer to guest star in a show or star in a movie. I'm getting signed to a record label." I said nonchalantly.
She pursed her lips and was quiet for a moment before speaking.
"I don't think that's good for your career right now, I mean your reputation and all!" I glared at her instantly.
"What reputation? I told you a thousand times to not to believe all the rumors!" I yellled.
"It doesn't matter if your family doesn't believe them or your friends don't believe them! The public does." I narrowed my eyes at her.
"My fans know better and other people in my business goes through the same thing and they are still successful as the day before!" I fumed.
"Oh please," she started and ranted about practically all my friends and their rumors from last night.
"Ugh! This is why I can't be with you for maximum of over an hour! I can't talk to you about anything! All you do is talk trash about everyone. Why do you hate people so much? You have such anger towards everything! Especially my career. Normal moms would be proud of their daughter for getting signed by a record label plus being a well known actress! Why can't you just see my talent and appreciate me for it?" I slammed the table while getting up ready to leave.
"You are just like your father." She whispered. I halted at the doorway remembering my father. He was so proud of me and always encouraged me towards acting when I was little. I turned aroud to face my mother one last time.
"And I think I will be better off with him." I slammed the door behind me and quickly drove off with my car. It took me a moment before realizing what I said. Shit. We both haven't mentioned my father in a while. He was living in a little Indian reservation up in Washington. He and my mother divorced when I was about 10 but I never knew what really caused it. Well I did know, it was something about another woman. I understood the situation completely at that time but I couldn't be really mad at him. He and I were really close hence taking up the advice to start acting.
Also, I knew there was a new light behind those eyes that day. Something he apparently was missing in his life. My mother got custody over me and I guess he couldn't win because the divorce was on her side. But now I was 20 and I could do whatever I wanted. So then I could actually go off visiting or maybe even staying with my dad...right?
I shook my head with the idea. I mean he has a new wife now...oh my god what if he has kids now! They will be my half brothers or something! I didn't know if I should be excited at the idea.
When I got home, I went on my laptop and searched up the Quillete reservation up in Washington. There was a lot of green and bunch of myths about the protectors of the village that resides among men. Huh. Interesting. I've always loved myths so I guess it will quite exciting.
As I searched more about the place I was really thinking of visiting him and maybe get inspired to write songs while staying there. I quickly called Ron to tell him the situation. He knew the relationship I had with my mother so when he answered my call he immediately suspected something happened between me and mother. Of course, his suspicions hit the bullseye most of the time.
He arranged a flight for me for the next day so after I hung up I immediately started dialing my dad's home number that I secretly got from my mother's address book. It rang four times before some woman's voice answered.
"Hello?" I quickly became awkward and tried to think of something to say in response.
"Um, hi, my name is Juliette, his daughter...?" It was followed by a silence before she finally started talking.
"Oh my god, hi! I've heard so much about you from Nick! And of course on tv and everything!" She chatted excitedly on and on about my work. I just sort of laughed and said thank yous here and there until she finally switched the phone to my dad.
"Hey sweetie, what's up?" Of course he would talk to me like we just talked the day before even though in reality, we haven't talked since summer. And now it was in middle of February.
"Uh, not much? Okay, that's a lie. Um, listen do you think I can, I don't know, come visit? I got this job offer..." I told him the whole situation and he gladly said yes.
"Alright, I will see you tomorrow then?" I asked.
"Yes, definitely. I can't wait to see how my baby has grown up. Actually I did see you on tv. By the way I have all the movies and recordings of your work." Oh great.
"No wonder I felt like Susan knew me already. But I guess I'm sort of used to it." He laughed in response. As we said our goodbyes, I couldn't wait to start this journey towards the unknown.
The Quillete pack was all sitting in the Uleys living room watching a movie which happened to have Juliette Catch starred in it. Everyone was glued to the tv as she spoke in the movie while simultaneously multiples of dreamy sighs were heard all around the living room.
"Damn, I would hit that." Paul said. Everyone else except for the girls and Jared, Sam, and Jacob nodded their head in agreement.
"I would go straight for her." Seth said. He didn't know what made him blurt that out suddenly but it was the honest truth. The pack laughed and Paul said, "hah, I woiuld like to see that happen!"
And the even that followed the next day could best be explained as a consequence of them jinxing it.