Disclaimer: I wish I owned the sexy wolf pack, but that ownage goes out to Stephenie Meyer

We pulled into the ancient driveway, and I was internally excited. I hadn't seen this place in seven years. When I found out we were moving back to La Push I had chucked a temper tantrum. Not because I didn't want to come back, but because my step-loser, John, likes to do things I am opposed to. I was into reverse psychology, but the thing was, he actually believed me. Stupid asshole. Not a chance. So if I hadn't chucked a wobbly, we would still be in boring Alaska, living a boring life, with my step-loser trying to show our 'family' who wore the pants. In every situation, I had won. Stupid man.

"Sienna, get your ass out the car this instant," barked step-loser (if you're wondering, he's actually my step-dad, but I loathe the creature immensely).

I slowly got out the car, grabbed my things, and brushed passed him going up to my room. As I opened the door, I saw it was still the same as the day I left it when I was nine years old. My walls were pink and I had dolls and stuffed toys lying around. I was definitely going to change that. Maybe paint my room a nice black, or red and stick up some posters of My Chemical Romance, Bullet for my Valentine, All Time Low, Mayday Parade, Escape the Fate, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Flyleaf and Blink 182. I dumped my bags in the middle of my room and grabbed my purse, throwing in a packet of cigarettes. Yeah, so what? I smoke. Mom doesn't care, and so long as step-loser doesn't catch me, I'm fine.

"Going for a walk," I hollered before stepping out and slamming the door behind me. I walked away briskly, so that John wouldn't come storming out the house and object to me getting some physical exercise. Stupid ass.

I decided to go sit on the cliffs, but some older guys were cliff-diving, so I wouldn't distract them. I decided to walk along First Beach, when I came across a bunch of kids who were all drinking and smoking. That reminded me. I pulled out a cigarette and started to search for my lighter. Damn step-loser took my good lighter again. I mean, It's not like I try to set his clothes on fire all the time. It's only when he pisses me off. Looks like you're going to have to go socialize Sienna dearest, I thought bitterly to myself. I wasn't usually very sociable, except when it comes to people who are exactly like me. But I seemed safe, as they did act and dress like me. Looks promising enough darling.

"Hey, can I borrow a lighter?" I asked the guy whose blue eyes weren't bloodshot, or drooping.

"Sure. What's your name sweetheart?" he asked, trying to sound seductive, but just sounded really creepy.

"Sienna."

"Joel," he said smiling, as I lit up my cigarette and took a drag. "This is Tina, Jamie, Kelly, Jackson, Daniel, Kyle, Lacey, Chance, Jess and Jay." The group of kids all nodded at they're names. "Guys, this is Sienna."

I was greeted with a chorus of 'hi', 'hey' and 'sup'. Looks like I'll get along with these guys great, I thought, smiling internally.

After the introductions were over a girl whose name I remembered to be Lacey asked me about myself. After about an hour of my bitching and complaining about my oh so interesting existence (note the heavy sarcasm), she told me all about herself, and everything about La Push. It was pretty cool. I mean, I was astounded when I found out that this little crappy town in the middle of nowhere had a gang! The reservation didn't even have 500 people, but they had a gang that consists of about 18 people! What the frig?! It got dark fast, and I got tipsy even faster. Lacey was cool, I found I could really open up to her, tell her all my problems. We were already great friends, and we had only met around six hours ago. Eh, we were in the same year at La Push Senior High School. Hopefully I had some classes with her; guess I'd find out in two months, since La Push Senior High just got out for the summer vacation.

By the time I had stumbled my way back to my house and walked through the door, it was 11 o'clock. I thought I was being super sneaky, like spider man, but mom and step-loser were waiting in the living room. Screw them. Screw aaaaaaall of them! As soon as I was within earshot, mommy dearest was shooting questions faster then I could blink. I zoned out when it came to John's boring ass lecture about how I must behave and how I should respect him. Like hell I need to respect HIM. I'd rather gauge my eyeballs out with a rusty spork. Asshole. I was just about to say something stupid in my drunken stupor, when I had an idea to get away from the hag from hell and her little boy toy.

"'m tired. Goin'na sleeeeep," I slurred. They passed it off as fatigue instead of my drunkenness. Hehe, stupid family.

NEXT DAY~

"Sienna, get your lazy ass out of bed!" step-loser called, even though he was standing just outside my open bedroom door.

"Piss off John," I mumbled, incoherently.

"What was that?" he screeched, storming up to my bed. I wasn't surprised that he didn't understand me, I barely even understood myself.

"I said PISS OFF JOHN!"

"Just watch how you speak to me young lady!"

"Or what? ...Yeah, that's what I thought old man. Now if you ever wake me like that again, you will be broken and discarded like the other stupid, unwanted devices that woke me from my slumber," I growled menacingly. Stupid ass shat himself, not literally of course, but I'd be very muchly amused if that ever did happen. Incompetent fool. I hope he burns in hell. Or at least have the Quileute legendary wolves eat him. Stupid ass face. Step-loser walked out of my room and into the kitchen, muttering something under his breath about teenagers being 'hormonal' and 'temperamental'. No, dick wad, I HATE you! Ugh, men can be so idiotic!

Getting up from my oh so pleasant wake up call, I showered and got dressed. A pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank top and my black cardigan with black ballet flats. I walked into the bathroom and put on foundation that evened out my slightly tanned complexion, and of course my beloved eyeliner and mascara. I blow dried my hair, and straightened it so it was pin straight. There. I decided to go for another walk, since walks cleared the major headache I get when I wake up hung over.

I grabbed an apple, and my purse (containing cigarettes and Lacey's hot pink lighter she let me borrow, which I should really return) and left, telling mother dearest what was going on... minus the hangover, of course.

I walked back to First Beach, and saw everyone still asleep on the ground or in the back of the van. They were wearing the same clothes as yesterday, so I presumed they had either passed out, or crashed here. I walked over to Joel and kicked him in the stomach. He made an 'oof' sound, and opened his eyes to glare at me. In return I smiled innocently, and lit up a cigarette. I went to wake Lacey up next, seeming as she was sort of like my best friend already. I tried waking her up by shaking her shoulder, but that didn't work. I threw a rock at her, but that didn't work either. I tried shaking her, and calling her name out, but it still didn't work. I stood up and was just about to kick her when Joel's words stopped me.

"The only way we can wake her up without getting our heads bitten off when she's hungover is to kiss her," he stated seriously. I cocked an eyebrow, but he didn't chuckle, and there wasn't a mischievous glint in his eye. So I decided he was serious.

"Where?" I asked, a little scared.

"Lips," he said, and shrugged, before walking off to wake the others.

I decided it wasn't going to be horrible, since I was bi-sexual. And when I say I am, I mean, I am. I'm not one of those skanky chicks who go around kissing other girls because the guys think its hot. I mean like, who could possibly find two girls kissing and say it's hot, but then when two guys kiss, they take the piss outta them? Ugh, stupid homophobes.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers once, very softly. When she didn't wake, I got pissed, and crashed my lips to hers. At first she didn't respond, but then she kissed me back. I was intending on jut waking her up, but we got a little carried away. My tongue traced her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to grant me access. All of a sudden, Joel and everyone else are whistling, and howling. Disgusting creatures. I pulled away, to glare at Joel, who I had assumed, set this up. Asshole.

"You set this up, didn't you?" I accused him, my glare vicious.

"Um... no?"

"Eh, oh well. It's not like I didn't enjoy it." What?! Did I just say that out loud? Oh dear Lord, someone just kill me now! "Um... I mean... Shit!"

Everyone laughed, even Lacey. "Don't worry, I did too," she whispered in my ear, still chuckling. With that I blushed. I mean, I never blush.

"Does this mean we're like... together? I whispered in her ear, afraid of being rejected.

"Only if you want to."

"I want to, but do you?" I asked. She hadn't given me a straight answer,.

"Indeed, I do," was her reply. Once her words were out, I turned my head, and kissed her again, before pulling back. Her eyes clouded with confusion.

"You have morning breath," I noted, laughing at her horrified expression. "Don't worry love. Here, have some gum," I offered, pulling a packet of gum from my purse. Peppermint flavor, of course.

She laughed, and took three pieces. Wow, she must be really self-conscious. She shouldn't be. She's gorgeous; light blue eyes, red/brown hair, straight features, nice body, about 5'5". She's really nice, and a great listener... She's perfect.

Joel waggled his eyebrows when Lacey said she needed to go brush her teeth, and change, but I just rolled my eyes and turned away.

"Wow, its only been what, twelve hours since you met, and you two have already become a couple?! I didn't know you were a lesbian." Joel looked a tad disappointed when he said I was a lesbian. I hope he doesn't like... have a crush on me or something.

"I'm not a lesbian. I'm bi, actually. But I'm not one of those little slurry's that run around kissing chicks for attention. I hate that!"

"Oh, okay. Bi, huh? So you're interested in guys as well?" he asked, hopeful. I internally groaned. He did like me. And I'm dating his friend! What is with this guy?!

"Yeah, but I don't have a guy in mind at the moment, I've got my mind occupied by Lacey," I told him, laughing a little to lighten the mood.

"Oh." He seemed a little down. I adverted my eyes, and looked at the sand (well, more like tiny different colored rock thingies) on First Beach. I wonder how mum and John will take it when I tell them I'm dating a girl. I imagined the scene, and it didn't look to good.


Author's Note: ...So... d'you like it? Or was it crap? Please don't kill me, Seth will come in soon. When school goes back, to be exact. Since, I live in Australia, and La Push is in Washington, I just had to guess how long summer vacation goes for. I made it the same as our summer holidays, which is two months, but if I'm wrong, then just gimme a yell.

So review, and tell us what you think. Especially if you hate it, then we'll call it off. The whole meet the parents thing is gonna be so fun to write.. that is if you guys review:) Oh and just in case you were wondering, our character 'Lacey' was inspired by Lacey Mosley in Flyleaf Speaking of reviews, our stories "With Me" and "Alice Clearwater?" need more reviews, before our next chapter is up. So check 'em out.

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