(So after several years of this laying stagnant here on FF, I have taken it upon myself to completely rewrite this. It is no longer going to be JacobOC, as I have a new project that is Jacob OC; I would also like this to more closely follow the canon story so I have to edit it. Also, I am not one for incest, and having Quil's cousin be with Jacob is a bit of a stretch, considering they're cousins. Plus, Seth is a precious baby 3, anyways here we go- again.)

NOTE: This story is set 4 years after the plot of Breaking Dawn.

Moonlit

Chapter one: Moving

Being from Texas, you would have thought that seeing people with unusual tans was normal. But there was something to say about seeing t the smooth caramel tan that was signature of the Quileute people everywhere you turn; it was strange, but refreshing- it had been many years since I had last experienced this. My slightly wavy- slightly straight monstrosity of charcoal hair that stuck out in every direction no matter how hard I tried, no longer seemed so out of place. If you couldn't tell, I wasn't born in Texas, no, I was born on the La Push reservation. I had only lived there until I was six or seven; so I guess Texas was more my home than here. Well, until today. Now, at the mature age of eighteen, I was moving back to La Push. Okay, maybe I'm not that mature, and maybe I had pouted like a five year old when I found out that we would be moving; I mean who moves their child right before the start of their senior year of high school- I'll give you a hint: my mom. But, I guess I can't blame her- when your husband leaves you in a place that never really felt like home, coming back to your roots seems like the best option. So I guess that means I can't really be miserable; no, I suppose only the weather would be miserable; but at least I would get to see my cousins. Quil and Jake were, as best as I could remember, my best friends growing up- true Jake was more Quil's cousin than mine, but that never seemed to bother him that much. You see, my mom is Joy's sister- which makes me Quil's cousin, and Jakes cousin through marriage.

Before my father packed us up for Texas when I was young, we had been closer than most cousins usually were- I suppose it was a combination of being close in age and having nothing to really do around the Rez at such a young age. But it was really Quil and I that were the closest; we were like brother and sister, and our names didn't help much, either. I mean come on, Quil and Quin? It's like we are brother and sister, and it didn't help that our genetics left us at an awkwardly similar appearance. Other than the fact that I was two years younger than him, we were almost identical. We both had the same chocolate eyes and when we were younger, due to an unfortunate accident with a pair of scissor, we both had the same haircut. I was even told that he even smiled the same goofy, lopsided smile as me. It would be fun reconnecting with him and Jake, well, as long as they hadn't gone off to college or something. When I moved to Texas, my mom and Joy had a bit of a falling out and our families lost contact; I'm sure 12 years changes people, but family is family, I suppose.

My mom had claimed the reason we were moving back to rainy Washington was because my grandmother was getting old and my mom wanted to be there for her; I didn't bother bringing up the real reason- let my mom grieve in her own way. So we just packed up all of our things, not that there was much, and started the journey to La Push. Packing up and leaving hadn't been so bad since I didn't have many friends…ok, so I had like, none, but that's not my fault…people are just idiots! And come on, what did you expect of a pipsqueak? Really, I am tiny, only 5'1"… and a half- that half really mattered. My attitude isn't the most conducive to making friends either, I guess. I'm shy, but once you get to know me, I can be a real thrill taker - or at least that's what my mom says all the time- when I tell her I have no friends. So yeah, I'm stuck moving to Little Old La Push, going to Little Old La Push High School for my final year, and hanging out with no new Little Old La Push friends…so? I was somewhat lonely, but I tried not to let it get me down. I had my stamp collection to keep me company- just kidding, I don't collect stamps.

To tell the truth, I was terrified of moving to La Push; I was afraid that everything had changed while I was in Texas, and it probably had, I mean 12 years is plenty of time for Jake and even Quil to forget the fact that I exist. I mean, they would be what, 20, this year? What 20 year old would even want to hang out with an 18 year old anyways? Well, I'd just have to take my mom's advice and be more social- this should be interesting. I guess La Push would be a new start…a clean slate. I'd be outgoing- maybe… probably not, but at least I'd try; for my mom's sack at least.

It would be interesting to visit the beach and the cliffs again. Maybe Quil would manage to convince me to go cliff jumping this time. On second thought, I still can't swim…. Who knows, maybe I could learn? All I know is that I was not going to let my shy attitude get the better of me this time. La Push wouldn't be so bad…for the most part. At least it might be sunny…might. Though…there were really only those pesky unexpected thunderstorms to worry about. I remember quit fondly when I was with Quil a long time ago, when I still lived in La Push, there was a thunderstorm and we were young and foolish. We stayed out the whole duration of the storm, splashing in puddles and laughing in the rain. Then, the next day, we were both stuck at home with a cold.

"Look Quil! It's raining!" I laughed.

"Look Quinny! There's the lightning!" Quil said, pointing to the bright flash that lit up the sky, illuminating two bright-eyed children's faces.

Quinny…I remember that. For some unknown reason, Quil had decided that Quin wasn't "cute" enough for me, and thus sprang the pseudonym Quinny. I never did get him to stop calling me that, hopefully he has forgotten at this point; otherwise I'm in for a loooooong senior year.

La Push would be fine. I would just miss living in Texas. I don't even know why, I didn't have friends there anyways. Maybe, just because I was going to miss the early mornings at the coffee shop around the corner. Reading a book in the dimly lit one-room shop was one of my favorite things to do back home. Yeah, that's it. I would find a new hangout, though. Maybe mom could even open up her own coffee shop; I doubt there's already one in La Push. I mean come on, its La Push. My mom probably hasn't thought much about a career yet, anyways. If she got the shop, then I could hang out there sometimes. Maybe work there on weekends to earn a little extra cash; I'd have to talk to her about it after we've settled in.

I guess everything would work out in the end. I guess you could even say I was starting to anticipate the move, the relatively new sights and the new adventures. Maybe my mom would even allow me to decorate the house, because as of now I had no say in what the house would look like. I hadn't even seen it, and wouldn't until we got there. La Push would be a good thing for me…I hope.