A/N: Hey guys, this is a new story up on my account that I thought up today and pretty much had to write! Although this story is up as Bella/Paul, it includes pretty much ALL charactors. A string story (everything is connected).

We bundled out of taxi onto the dusty path, cases in hand, staring at the little wooden building before us. I could tell we were all thinking one thing, Damn.

"Are you sure we've got the right address?" Leah was the first to speak.

"Waterside. This is it." Emily confirmed our worst fear.

Sure, this could be seen as nice and I wouldn't have a problem with it if I was moving from pretty much anywhere other than high society, celebrity spotted LA. The contrast was just too great to compare. I'd come from a four-story, modern chic mansion overlooking The Hills of Hollywood, to a wooden bungalow with a chipped paint job and creaky floorboards. Leah stormed back to the taxi as he was about to pull off, you could hear her agitated voice a mile off. "Are you pulling a prank on us? Who the hell put you up to this!?" She pretty much vented my thoughts as always, we'd been like sisters since we were like five, Me, Em and Leah, ever since I remembered. Suddenly, a cold, wet drop of rain fell from the sky to my nose.

"Crap, my hair!" Leah broke off mid-rant and ran under the shelter of the front porch. I cursed under my breath as the rain began to fall harder and harder from the grey sky.

I was the next to sprint to the front door whist Emily fumbled around in her handbag for the keys.

Her long, elegant fingers tugged at the key in the old lock, but there was no movement of the door.

"Hurry up!" I pushed, the cold from the rain giving me goose bumps.

"I'm trying, the key wont budge." Emily was trying her hardest to open the door, twisting the key left, right and centre. No luck.

"Great, just great. So not only are we stuck in this place as our cab's driven off, but the key is freakin' stuck so we cant even get indoors!" I continued Leah's rant, more peed off then humainly possible.

"I know, I straightened my hair today aswell." Leah sighed, smoothing down her stylish bob, now evidently given in to the frizz monster. Just then a police cruiser glided down the road. A short, stubby man in uniform rolled down his window.

"Got a problem Ladies?" His voice was thick, but still kind.

The girls all looked at me. I'd always been a whiz with the police, knowing exactly how to handle them. My Dad being the head of armed forces, I'd learnt from the best and believe me, it had come in handy on many nights out in LA.

"We're having a problem getting into our-" I stumbled on a word to describe what to call this place. "-accommodation. Could you help? Wouldn't want to break a nail." I smiled my angelic grin, just to top the ditzy image.

"Sure, but you've gotta grow a harder skin to get around out here kiddo." He shot me a look as he got out of the car. What the hell? A police man had never spoken to me like that before back at home, ever.

Sure enough, with one stern twist the door opened with a squeaky groan, revealing a large, open plan room with real wooden flooring and off-white walls.

"Just takes a bit off umph." Umph?

"Come again?" Leah once again aired my thoughts.

"Power." He informed us, smirking to himself.

"Oh." We all replied in unison.

"Thanks." Emily smiled, pulling her thick, ebony hair over her shoulder.

"No problem. Try stay out of trouble now." He smiled, then turned casually back to the pouring rain. Trouble? Jeez, why does everyone think you're up to something out here?

"Come on, lets check this place out." Emily smiled as convincingly as she could, trying to shine a positive light on the helpless situation, but you could see the doubt in her eyes.

The house was easy to become acquainted with, the little red sofa and matching armchair, the old television and stereo player, the rusty wooden counters and the small oak table you could probably fit four people around with a squeeze. The bedrooms were actually not as small as I'd dreaded, but still they was obviously smaller than my room of utter relaxation back at home, the previous owners had fit a double bed, a wardrobe (not big enough to fit my shoes, let alone my clothes) and a large bookcase full of many colourful hardbacks and cd's, of course all of the furniture was made of oak. All three bedrooms were of the same plan, wardrobe, bookcase and a bed. The walls were thin and our voices bounced off of the walls like a boomerang. Another thing, there was only one bathroom and three nineteen year old girls, this couldn't end well.

Once I was calm, I knew I'd be able to deal, but right now I was still fuming, so it was impossible to see this as a potentially cute, cosy home. My old bedroom called to me, my comfy waterbed and balcony overlooking the beach. I blew out a sigh, running my hand though my hair.

A shrill ringing made us all jump, our eyes opening wide as an owls in panic.

"Doorbell!" Leah exclaimed, all of cracking up at our own stupidity whilst racing to the door, the floorboards creaked repeatedly. We were still laughing as we opened the door, but we all fell silent when we laid eyes on the dark, slender boy standing before us.

"Hey, I'm Embry. Its been going round the Rez that three beautiful ladies were coming to stay, so I had to drop by and be the first to welcome you. I live next door by the way."

I opened my mouth to reply but Leah beat me to the punch. "Hi, I'm Leah and this is Bella and Emily."

"Well, welcome to La Push." He smiled warmly, his big brown eyes alight.

"We would invite you in but we kind of haven't moved in yet." Emily returned in her usual, soft tone.

"I can see, if you need any help let me know, I've got some friends who can lend a hand too." Hell yeah! I mean, simply because we have a lot of stuff…

"We may have to take you up on that one." I replied with a wink.

Maybe I could adapt to this…

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A/N: Good start? What did you think? R&R and let me know.