Disclaimer: Twilight is, alas, not mine. Go away now lawyer peoples.


"Today we're going to be going down to La Push First Beach!"

My teacher's pathetically cheery voice rang through the class of teenagers, some excited, most uncaring but happy to get away from the school. It didn't matter either way, really. Either way he would never be here. I would always be alone, unwanted and he would never even think of me again.

Months ago I would have had to fight hysteria at those thoughts, but now I was hollow.

Empty. Lost.

Our class was now pouring out of the various school buildings and onto a yellow bus, just like those from grade school. How quaint.

As I sat somewhere near the middle of the giant metal boredom machine (bus), staring out the window, numbed and uninterested either way, I realized how alone I was. A lump rose in my throat and grief threatened to overwhelm me.

But I fought it back, realizing as I did that we had come to a stop and that we were piling off the bus. I could see the approaching mass of the other class walking towards us.

I sighed, as I smelled the burgers, the hard-earned meat of the PTA staff, on the grill. Picnic. Yay.

Underneath the shade of the trees encroaching the beach, I watched my classmates frolic with the La Push sophomores. I wasn't really watching them. In truth I was watching the ocean. Grey, with slices of sun glimmering through randomly. It rolled and lapped at the sandy beach and I sighed, wanting to feel it running over my feet but not wanting to run out into the sun. Since he'd left I'd developed almost an aversion to sunlight. Lucky me for living in Forks.

I rose, deciding finally to risk the light and walk down the shore to the water.

A bright pink Frisbee shot from the far end of the beach and thwacked into the side of my head, sending what little balance I had out of order and me tumbling to the shade-cooled sand.

From my vantage point of being… well, dazed and horizontal, I saw two russet-skinned feet beating a pattern in the sand as they approached. I let my gaze travel upward and my breath caught at the beauty of the young man now crouch besides me, look at first happy to find his Frisbee then concerned for the innocent who'd been caught in the line of fire (me).

His face was beautiful in a noble way, handsome in a way that defied your conventional human. His almond-shaped eyes suggested a partially Asian heritage, as did the general angle of his jaw and cheekbones. Also his hair was unlike that of the other males his age. IT was thick and silky, cropped to about two inches, possibly even one and a half. I was possessed with an insane impulse to run my hand through it, to see if it was really as soft and spiky as it looked.

When he spoke it took me a moment before I was done listening to the timbre of his voice, the deep yet somehow youthful tones.

"Are you alright?"

A gracefully strong hand flowed out of the pouch of his sweater. It was the first time I noticed his outfit. Swimming shorts in honor of the beach, and a giant hoodie in honor of the facts that this was still Forks. The sweater was funny, all dark brown with the words:

Vegetarians are eating the rainforests.

Printed across the chest.

I released a small giggle before I could help myself. I was shocked at the sound and the shock pulled me out of the daze of the moment enough to be able to focus on what he was saying, with an amused but still not sure if I was OK or not look on his face.

"Does that mean you're not going to pass out and die?"

I looked at him at surprised, amused shock. My eyes wide and a smile playing across my full lips, something I'd never expected to feel again.

"Because," he went on as he leaned forward, towards me, his face coming daringly close to mine as he bent to retrieve the long-forgotten Frisbee, "I don't know you, but I think I could grow to like you. Or at least not maim you with a Frisbee." He laughed lightly at that and then set off back towards his group of friends.

I didn't want him to go.

"Thanks…"

I murmured as I watched him leave.

That had been shocking. I had, for the first time in almost half a year, not felt the horrific gnawing anguish of the hole. It was odd, and I wasn't ready to let that go. Also, this boy was interesting. Something about him drew me towards him, as if I was a needle and he the Northern Pole…

He turned back around at my words, smiling, hopefully and invitingly.

"No problem. Want to' come?"

My head snapped up to fully meet his gaze. I tugged nervously at the sleeve of my turtleneck, not sure if I was really up to it. But as I looked back up at this refreshing stranger all I could do was smile timidly and think that I might be able to make friends with this person.

He did not seem bothered by slowing his walk to mine at first, possibly because he seemed caught up in staring coldly at every male that passed who gave me the eye. I felt him move closer, defending my against anything (or one.) that might challenge my mental safety or something. Also effectively pissing off those who may have tried to start a conversation with me.

I smiled.

I remembered now what it felt like to have someone who protected me, even if it was in this loose, I-still-don't-know-your-first-name-even, way.

I saw his eyes, even darker than mine, flash down to the curve in my mouth and back up. A group spotted us and waved. Well, spotted him. I was still invisible.

But not for long.

My nameless friend, yes he was that even now, a friend, looked over at me quickly. I must have looked calm or something because all he did was return his attention to the group of friends from the La Push High School who now surrounded us.

"Did you find the Frisbee, Will?"

So that was his name.

Will smiled as he answered, "Yes. And look what else I found."

I lifted a hand shyly in greeting, backing up slightly under their sudden curious attention. My head snapped up as I heard my name.

"Bella!"

My eyes met Jacobs in what was a moment of relief for me and clearly a happy moment for him. He broke from the small crowd to cross to me, smiling hugely.

I smiled in automatic response. I'd forgotten about that I still had a friend. Two friends now, with Will, I smiled at this private treasure.

He stopped in front of me, the others now looking truly confused.

"Friends," he gestured to the tiny crowd, "Bella!" he gestured back to me.

-Awkward moment-

"Do you want to join us Bella? The only rules are you can't get killed."

It was William who spoke, with a slight smile on his face as a chuckle rippled through the others.

The game began, and I did what I could to avoid the pink missile. Instead I passed the time trying to figure out Will. He seemed… peculiar. I didn't know a better word for it; there was just something about his godliness that tugged at something within me.

Sighing, and realizing that the game was threatening force me to participate or be knocked unconscious, I moved to the edge of the beach, letting my toes finally sink into the soft, chilled by the sea, sand.

I felt someone come to stand next to me, and was surprised to find it Will. He looked worried.

"Are we boring you?"

((A/N: God knows you're boring me. No story progress makes Sabeck a dull girl.))

"Yeah…"

"Aw. Too bad."

I felt him crouch and sit down next to me, the heat radiating off his body warming me. I had become frozen from the inside out since he'd left.

We were silent for what seemed like a long time, the sounds of other students rejoicing in an outing fading into the background as we stared out into the ocean.

I sighed. Here I was, completely surrounded by people, and I was alone… If only…

"Why are you so lonely, Bella?"

His voice shocked me, we'd been quiet for so long. But his words held an even larger shock, that he'd been able to read that off my face.

Not tomention that none of the males my age would ever even think of asking an emotionally in-depth question.

I didn't turn to look at him, shrugging my shoulder to let a curtain of silky dark brown hair flow over my shoulder as a shield.

But I felt his eyes on me and knew that this was someone who.. I didn't know, could take it? Whatever. Either way, he wanted to know.

Sighing again I answered, not meeting his gaze until my sentence was done.

"I'm not alone. I have Charlie and...you."

We made eye contact and he knew he was beginning to cross lines. Backing up, he lightened the moment with a surprisingly perfect smile, baring white teeth and a dimple on one side of his face.

"That's a boat-load of manly responsibility to come flying out of nowhere."

I laughed at that, the mental image accompanied by the lift of despair sending me into an almost hysterical fit. He began to laugh to, enjoying the sound of mine.

Coughing slightly when I was done I looked up at him, an alien blush turning my cheeks a humiliating red.

"You blush!"

Will exclaimed and reached out with one long smooth hand to touch my cheek with his fingertips. I shivered at the wave of warmth that passed through me at his touch, and flushed deeper to find his eyes observing my reaction. Not to mention he was still touching my face. He withdrew his hand quickly, tucking it into the pouch of his fabulous hoodie.

"So, Bella, tell me of you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything. Talk about your family, pets… Favorite things… Just… whatever."

He laughed slightly and I smiled, and began talking about "whatever." I told him the first thing that came to mind (second. The first was too painful to speak of.). Pets.

"I think," emphasis on think, I'd never been foolish enough to trust myself with a thing bigger than a goldfish, "That I'm a cat-person."

"What?!"

Jacob. I turned to see him sit down sort of half way between Will and myself. William made a face that almost pleasantly surprised me. Was he… jealous? Upset to be losing alone time with me?

Quickly I pushed the thought from my mind. No. No, I'd just met him. I didn't even know his last name!

I started up as I heard the sound of my teacher calling for us to get back on the obscenely yellow school bus, and head back to school just in time to go home. Will was watching me as I stood, excusing them and saying goodbye to Jacob.

Black eyes held brown for a moment, and I felt like I was falling. But Will blinked and looked away, silently giving me permission to leave. Jacob looked back and forth between us, confused before waving half-heartedly at me.

Oh yeah, I was walking away now.

I suppressed the urge to run back and beg Jacob to invite me for dinner at the sight of the bus, crammed with overexcited peers.

Sigh.

As I pulled into my driveway later that night I couldn't seem to stop pondering Will's eyes. And how the despair had parted, and for the first time in almost six month's I'd felt… happy? No. That wasn't… likely…. But… I had… felt… happy… I think.

Hopefully I would see him soon. For now I had to go back into that kitchen where he once sat and watched me eat.

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Ok don't laugh. That was my first fan fiction.

Be kind.

Also, this will NOT be a Jacob/Bella fic. NO. God read New Moon; does it look like Bella loves Jacob?

Well…. Technically yes but still.

(Lol)

Sorry. Tired. Ok writing.