Might be slow to start, but bear with it, you get two chapters to start with. :P

Disclaimer for the whole story: I don't own Twilight or any relating characters, except my OC and her family.

Chapter 1

"It sucked, Jake."

"Oh, come on. It didn't suck. It just needed a few things."

"No, Jacob. It sucked. Like, majorly sucked balls, okay? Jake, are you blushing?"

"Well, if someone wasn't so vulgar, maybe I wouldn't have to!"

"Oh, please."

We were walking down the beach near La Push. The third Harry Potter movie had just come out, and of course, we were first in line for tickets. However, it was completely and totally disappointing.

Jake was ignoring me as best as he could by now. I sighed as he walked ahead of me and started my iPod. Well, if he was going to leave me by myself, I could at least enjoy it. Music started pumping into my ears, and my hips immediately started swaying with the beat. I kept it pretty clean, considering I was the only one who could hear the music, but I couldn't help but shake my ass a couple times as the beat sped up. I paused in my dancing to gaze out at the moon reflecting on the ocean.

A new song came on the iPod, good rhythm and fun lyrics. I squealed softly—yes, that's possible—and started dancing again. I did a little spin, but stopped halfway. Jacob was staring at me from an old piece of driftwood. I felt myself blush from head to toe. Normally, it's not a big deal for me to dance in front of people, especially him, but having him staring at me like that made me feel utterly exposed. Like he was judging me. And for no reason, I got nervous as he walked up to me, came closer to me than he normally did, and reached out for an earbud.

His fingers grazed my cheek as he took it out of my ear. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, making my hands shake uncontrollably. I could feel the heat from Jacob's body, and shivered. Not that it was cold. Or, too cold. It's Washington, after all. But being in that proximity to the guy I'd had a crush on for two years, who was also my best friend, was absolutely intoxicating.

"'Big Balls'?" Jake laughed. I grinned in embarrassment.

"Can't beat the classics," I murmured, still slightly light headed. The butterflies went into a frenzy as he grinned and came a fraction closer to me.

"No, you can't," he whispered, slowly coming nearer.

I couldn't believe it. Was he really about to kiss me? Me? Lanky, brown haired, brown eyed, sunburned little old me? I swallowed nervously, gazing into his eyes as he came closer, and closer, until I had to close my eyes. I felt his breath graze my lips.

"JAKE! RONNIE!"

"Ow! Dammit!" I swore, clutching my head where Jake's had hit it. He was swearing in a similar manner and clutching his jaw. We separated from each other, only to be slung back together by my earphones.

"Damn. Sorry," Jake said, utterly embarrassed, as he untangled himself and handed me back the earbud.

"Don't worry about it," I muttered. After all, what's one more crushed dream?

"Jake! Ronnie! There you are!" said a dark shadow, running towards us through the sand. I vaguely recognized the voice as one of the older boy's on the reservation. His name escaped from me even as he became clear in the moonlight. "Listen man, your dad's seriously pissed right now. He just heard about your sister and what's his name running off to Hawaii. He's on the warpath, man, so you'd better get back before curfew."

"Shit," Jake swore. "What time is it?"

"You've got three minutes," the guy said, slightly out of breath. Jake took off running, waving at me as a goodbye. I waved back weakly, my night ruined. The boy—Sam! That's his name—looked at me, taking note of my bleak face. "Ronnie, what's wrong?"

I shrugged, and looked up at him, tears in my eyes. "I didn't get a chance to tell him, Sam."

He looked dumbstruck. Even through all my tumbling emotions, I felt a small twinge of accomplishment in gaining that reaction from him.

"You didn't tell him you're moving?"

"No."

"Are you kidding me? He's gonna be—you have to tell him now, Ronnie."

I shook my head, wiping the tears from my eyes on the bottom of my tank top. "Nah," I said, my voice cracking. "It's better this way, you know? He'll find out eventually I guess. Embry'll tell him. Quil, too. Not like I'll ever see him—or anyone—again."

"Ronnie—"

"Goodbye, Sam."