I honestly have no idea why I did this.

Someone sent me a message about how depressed they were that Jacob was still alone and they thought it would be cute if I could tie his imprinting to someone else's. So, lone behold, I have decided to do so after much thought (and just to get it out of my head). Try this and tell me what you think, would you? I don't know quite what to do with it yet. I might not continue.

-Kiddo

"What if I promise to never touch your car again? Or at least not without asking permission first?"

"Shannon, we've been over this already."

"I hate La Push."

"You're going to go live with your mother and that's finale."

"But she already has Kim to take care of. She doesn't need to be burdened with me, too."

I could hear my father snort his disagreement. "Kim is relatively low matainace compared to you, young lady."

"Kim? My sister? Are we both talking about the same girl here?" I folded my arms across as the 'Welcome' sign flew past us. For my mistakes, I had been banished to live in no-mans land until I graduated.

"Shan…"

"Fine, Dad. I know the rules. But I am cooperating, aren't I? I haven't thrown myself from the car and made a run for it…yet."

"Be nice to your mother and sister for me, alright?" It was not a request. And I noticed how he had left my step-father, Scott, out of it.

"But Mom cooks and does all that other family shit."

"Who knows? Maybe you'll enjoy not eating out of a box every night."

"I like eating out of a box." We passed the first line of houses in La Push, so different than the apartment complexes I was used to seeing in LA.

"Maybe if you ask nicely she'll put yours in a box for you."

I ignored his jab and tried a different approach. "I don't like Scott."

"I don't think Scott's parents like Scott." My father agreed, even though we both knew that wasn't true. My mother's new husband- I still thought of him that way, even though he'd been with her for over three years- was doted upon by all. Everyone loved him.

Everyone except for my dad.

"We're here." He parked the car in front of the little gray house.

"I guess this is goodbye since I know you're not coming in to chat." I unbuckled my seatbelt and gave him a half-hug before fishing my duffel bag out of the back and sliding out of the car…and into the rain. I had forgotten how much I hated the rain until now. There was something about being wet that was just so unappealing to me.

"Shannon!" I heard a woman's voice float out of the house, followed by the owner. My mother beamed down at me, ushering my inside with exaggerated hand motions.

I readjusted my bag and trudged up the front steps, trying to keep the desperation off my face. Just two years and I would be out of this place. I could at least try to get along with the people here.

"Oh, Shannon," She held my face in her hands, looking down at me with scrutinizing eyes. "You look so different since the last time I saw you. You should have come to visit more often."

"Thanks, Mom. You look different, too." I pulled away from her hands and brushed a strand of wispy black hair behind my ear. "Even though it's only been a year."

"It's been over a year." She looked at me sadly, then changed her tone. "Oh, speaking of which, since you still haven't completed your sophomore year we resisted you down at your sister's school." She bustled back inside, all business now. She must have remembered why I was here.

"Goodie," I whispered under my breath, positive she didn't hear me. I could get through a month of high school in La Push. That wouldn't be a problem. The problem would be putting up with Kim at school for that month.

"You start on Monday." She led the way to the tiny room and motioned at the twin bed in the far corner. "That's yours. You can put your clothes in the closet here and…didn't you bring anything else?" She looked pointedly at my single duffel bag, crammed with whatever I had been able to fit into it.

"No," I set it down on the floor next to my new bed and stared at my sister's side of the room. "Who's this?" I picked up a black picture frame and squinted at it. It looked to be my sister and an extremely tall man with his arm around her shoulders. They were both looking out at me with ear-splitting grins as if they had just won the lottery.

"That's Kim and her boyfriend, Jared." My mother stated as if it was her own boyfriend. "They've been together for more than a few months now."

I doubted she would be as impressed with the picture that I used to have beside my bed at my father's house of my ex boyfriend and I showing off our matching nose rings. The thought of it made me grin, even though I had taken mine out before coming to live with my mother and other family here in La Push.

"That's nice." I put down the picture, slightly befuddled. Kim and boys were never two words that I had thought about using in the same sentence. She was always too shy.

"Do you need any help unpacking?" She was at the foot of my bed, hauling my bag up and dumping the contents onto the light purple comforter before I could say anything. "Oh, dear, Shannon," She muttered when she spread out my wardrobe.

"Its fine, Mom. Really. All the kids wear this stuff down where Dad lives." I picked up a pair of jeans that had fallen off the bed and folded them before setting them in a pile and picking up the next pair.

"Really?" She asked, still in utter disbelief as she picked up one of my green shoes between her thumb and forefinger, as if it was a snake ready to bite her.

"Really, really." I took the shoe from her and set it in the closet with its mate. I honestly hoped she took advantage of my cleanliness now, because it wasn't going to last more than a few days.

She moved to sit on Kim's bed, smoothing the purple button-up shirt she was wearing. "This is going to work out."

"I know." I lied. I would go mad staying here, having rules, a curfew, a parental figure that would have a heart attack if I came home with a piercing.

My dad had just laughed at me and admitted that he had been young once. I knew my mom and Scott would have taken a pair of pliers to it.

"Kim and Scott will be home in about an hour. He picks her up from school on his way home from work."

"Where does he work?" I shook off a tweed jacket and hung it in the closet. Small talk always made me uneasy.

"Oh, at a law consultation firm just inside Port Angeles." She sighed as if this was a job to dream about.

"Sounds…exciting." I ground my teeth together. There was no way I would be going to hang out at work with Scoot like I did with my Dad, who owned a mechanic shop a few miles away from our apartment.

"Oh, it is." She said, sounding genuine. "Will you be alright here for a little while? I have to run a few things to the Clearwater's before dinner." She stood up and wrinkled her nose, causing her already too-small eyes to become even smaller. I thanked the ceiling again that I hadn't inherited them. "Perhaps you could take a shower before dinner? Kim is brining Jared over." Again, she made it sound as if he was royalty.

I could already tell I was going to hate him if my mother liked Kim's boyfriend this much. "I could do that." I offered, trying not to let my temper get the best of me. I knew what I smelled like- my dad's cigarette smoke and the soap mechanic's use to get grease off their fingers.

"I'll be back before you know it."

I waited until the front door slammed and I heard the car start up to kick the post of my bed. I honestly wanted to scream until I went hoarse, but doing something like that might alarm our neighbors. There was nothing I could do except for gather up a clean pair of jeans and go in search for the shower.

I was still unpacking after my shower when I heard the front door slam and an array of new voices.

"Shannon! Are you here?" The highest voice called down the hall timidly. Kim.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that when I opened them I would be back in California and this would all be just a bad dream.

"I don't think she's here. Shannon?" Kim called again, this time louder than before.

"Hey," I stepped out of the room I was going to be forced to share with her and shoved me hands deep into my jeans pockets.

"Shannon!" She tossed her arms around me, smiling. I was astounded to see that we were the exact same height. "How tall are you now? Five-four? Five-five?"

"Five." I hugged her back awkwardly. I couldn't remember my sister ever being so ecstatic to see me. It could have had something to do with the boy standing behind her, though. "You must be Jared." The picture didn't do his height justice. I shook his hand politely, surprised by how hot his grip was. It was like my hand was encased in an oven.

"It's nice to meet you." He moved to the side for Scott to get through.

"Shannon," Scott gave me a grin and a small hug. I didn't bother to hug him back. I might have wrinkled his shirt.

"Hello." I looked at my step-father carefully. He was too typical, too fake. Brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin and dressed for work in a dark blue business suit and red tie. I couldn't understand what my mother saw in him. He was the complete opposite to my long-haired, tattooed, surf junkie, mechanic of a father that she had fallen in love with when she was just out of college.

"Is your mom around?" He asked, his paste-on smile unwavering.

"At the Clearwater's place." The name didn't ring a bell, but at lest I had remembered it. "She said she had some stuff to drop off."

"Seth said she was there." Jared added, causing me to jump slightly.

"Oh, really? How are Leah and Sue doing?" Kim, Jared, and Scott shared an understanding look in their haste to change the subject. I was obviously out of the loop.

"Just fine. Leah gets back from her trip in a few days." He winked at me. "Everyone wants to meet the infamous Shannon."

I grunted, finding no other way to reply to a comment like that. "Does everyone know about me?"

"Absolutely. You can't come to a town this small without everyone hearing about it." He flashed me another smile and pulled Kim back towards the front room.

"He makes her happy." Scott patted my head in a rather degrading manner and disappeared into the room he shared with my mother. The only room in this house I would never enter. "There are a lot of nice boys your age around this place, maybe you'll find one and be happy too." He said before closing the door behind him.

"And maybe I'll throw myself off a bridge." I grumbled, returning to unpacking my bag. Once I was done I kicked it under my bed and sat down, staring at the beige walls. "Two years."