Hello, my friends. This is my first fanfict so hear me out! There'll be love, passion, hate, drama, horror, and of course, some juicy lemons. Please, enjoy. All credits necessary to Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter One; Rainy Days

Camilla POV

I walked out of the coffee and burger restaurant in Port Angeles happy as ever. Today was a big day for me. I just moved into Forks, Washington. What a place to live right? It was only recommended by my boss, and I love it here already. Trees covering the backgrounds, and very nice apartment buildings, around in certain areas. Coming from the never-sleeping city of New York, it was a perfect place, for me.

I danced to my car, coffee in hand and drove back to inner Forks. When I got to my one-bedroom apartment, I skipped to take a shower and sooner, bed. I dreamt in peace.

Waking up to loud rain and thunder, I quickly washed myself up and grabbed my portfolio and headed towards La Push. I was supposed to be going to an art gallery for work, but my car was working funny and a few people around told me that a mechanic shop called, 'J&E Motors' would help me get my car going and for not as much money as it should cost.

I stopped by with an hour and a half to spare. I jumped out of my car and headed inside. No one was here. Hmm… I walked around the entrance area for a few minutes waiting. A few moments later a tall man danced up towards me.

"I'm sorry there. I didn't see you. So, welcome to J&E Motors, how can I help you?" He asked me. He was very tan, with long black hair. His brown eyes sparkled and his face was like a model's. He gave me a simple smile.

"Yeah, my car is runny funny. It's been making noises. Do you think you can…?" I asked. I was getting nervous.

He nodded. "Of course! But it's probably because of the rain and flooding lately. I'll take you to our professional mechanic. He's good with repairing water-damaged cars and all. I'm Embry by the way."

I smiled lightly. "Hi, Embry." He shook my hand. "I'm Camilla."

He smiled back and lowered me towards the back door.

"This is our garage of, course. Hold on..." He opened the door. I could hear loud metal scrapings and loud music. "JACOB, WE HAVE A COSTUMER!" Embry yelled.

Suddenly the music stopped and another tall guy appeared in the door entrance.

He. Was. Beautiful.

"What is it Embry?" He said. His voice was so deep and husky. He was like Embry in some ways. They both had the really tan skin and long black hair. Jacob was his name, I assumed. It fit him very well. And… oh my God…his body. He was wearing a long sleeved V-neck grey shirt that fit his large muscles very well and dark jeans that matched his long legs. He was very tall too. I had to look up a bit to match his face…and his beautiful face was just amazing. His dark eyes locked with mine and he stepped closer.

My breath hitched. I think I'm in love.

Jacob POV

Was my shitty life ever going to end? I was already in a pissed mood today, thanks to Sam and Paul making fun of me not imprinting yet. How in the hell could they cope? After Bella left and now this? Falling in love with a random stranger and just living the good life? Hell no. I couldn't imprint. I just couldn't….

A lot of shit happened in the past years, and months. Me, for one, becoming a werewolf. Secondly, going through hell with anger problems and pack issues, also dealing with my best friend (whom I was in love with), marry a pale, fucking leech, becoming one, and move to Maine . And third, I had to imprint. I seriously don't understand why imprinting has to do with being a werewolf anyway. Sam told me that I'll become alpha soon because it's 'in my blood.' I didn't want to be in a pack, let alone lead it!

I phased and ran to work with a scowl on my face, stormed in and went to working on my dad's old car. I turned up the music (not caring what song it was) and tried my best to block out my poisonous thoughts. I kept working and working until I forgot where I was. I was doing fine for about three minutes when Embry jolted through the door.

"JACOB, WE HAVE A COSTUMER!"

Oh give me a fucking break…

I hopped up and threw my towel on the ground, walked over to Embry giving him a scowl, then saw her.

Her.

She was absolutely the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. Damn, she was gorgeous. She had long brown, beautiful, hair and bright green-nish blue eyes. Her face was just absolutely perfect and her skin was a creamy color. She was biting her lip as she looked at me. Damn. I walked closer and her breath hitched. I could hear her loud heart beating faster and faster as I got closer. I noticed some special features, like her long beautiful legs and curves a girl should have. She was dressed in a long-sleeved V-neck shirt, skinny jeans, and flats and was carrying one of those large girly fashion bags. I gulped at how beautiful she was. Then I heard Embry snicker a little and I snapped back into reality.

"What is it Embry?" I asked, wanting him to leave.

"Camilla here needs some repair on her car because of the floods. And I'm almost off. Since you're good at repairing…"

"I got it from here." I nodded. "Go home."

He nodded and walked out of the garage.

And then she was still here, looking like a fucking model in front of my eyes.

"Hi…" She smiled her voice so soft, so amazing. "You're Jacob, right? I'm sorry if I came at the wrong time…"

I shook my head and smiled a bit. "The very same. No worries, I'll fix your car. It'll only take a few minutes."

She smiled at me. Beautiful. "Thank you. How much is it?"

"About thirty, thirty-five dollars?" I looked down. "Don't even worry about it, I'll do it for free."

She shook her head, "Really? That's so… sweet of you, Jacob. But I can't let you work so much and not pay-"

"No, it's no problem. I love helping out." I added in.

She gave me a bright smile. "Thank you. You saved me much here."

"You're welcome." I grinned.

I spent about ten minutes fixing Camilla's car and talking to her about each other. We were getting along perfectly. I learned that her parents died when she was four, and she doesn't remember what they looked like. I felt so sorry for her, I did. I just wanted to hold her, but she just sat there, sighing it off. She told me about her working in an art gallery called 'Luxury & Arts' in inner Forks. I smiled at that. She was artsy. She also told me about playing the piano, singing and dancing. She also had a good taste in music, so I learned. Wow, is there anything else she can do? I was downright in love with this girl.

"I never got to ask you any real questions, Jacob." She laughed as I asked her what her favorite movie is. Shit. I was getting too much of her, and she wasn't getting enough of me.

"Okay, then." I chuckled and sat next to her. Her car was done five minutes ago, but we kept talking. "Ask me away."

"How old are you?" She bit her lip, looking up at me. Her eyes

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Nineteen."

A sigh escaped her, and she looked down.

"What's wrong?" I asked, curiously. "Is there something wrong with me being nineteen?" I thought age was just a fucking number.

She smiled, shaking her head. "No…" and paused, "It's nothing. I'm twenty-one."

And she did look her age. Her face looked younger but her body was a yonder. Her voice matched her bright and shy mood. Perfect.

"There's nothing wrong with you being twenty-one. I think it's cute, really, given that it's my favorite number." I smirked. And that right there was the truth.

Camilla giggled. So damn cute. "You're impossible, Jacob."

There was a short silence.

"So….um… you and Embry are brothers, or?" I heard her break the random silence.

I laughed, "No! We're best friends. We built this car shop last year after we graduated."

"All by yourselves?"

"Yeah . We're bad-asses, I know." I smirked.

A small smile played on the corners of her lips. "Well, that's good. I've never really met a guy who built his own car shop. Where are you from?"

"La Push. I'm Quileute, obvious right?" I chuckled.

"Yeah." She giggled. "I guess it is."

She looked at the clock for a few seconds. "Oh! I should get going. I'm almost late for work. I'll see you soon?"

I nodded. I didn't want her to leave. "Sure, sure."

She stood up and gave me a card. "I work here." She pointed to the art gallery address that she had mentioned earlier. "Feel free to come by and buy art, eat, or drink coffee if you'd like…" She smiled and headed towards the door. "It was really nice meeting you, Jacob."

I grinned at her, which made her smile. "You, too. I'll come by sometime."

She gave me one last small giggle and walked out of the door. I heard her car's engine start and she drove away.

Holy damn.

Camilla POV

Jacob was on my mind the entire day of work. I kept smiling on his features and his personality. He was the most…. Amazing… person I've ever met.

The next day, my boss, Angela, smiled at me, at my own random giggles. "Someone's a bit giggly today." She stated. "What's funny?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm not... Nothing's funny."

She cocked her dark eyebrow. "Mhm. Something's up. Is it a guy?"

She knew me too well.

"OMG, it is a guy!" She screeched. "What's his name? Where's he from? How old is he? What does he look like? Is he sexy? Muscles? Artsy, wait- horny?"

I laughed. "Calm down, Angie. You screech too much."

"Nope, you calm up. Tell meeeeee!"

Angela was such a happy person. She was only twenty four. She knew almost everything about me, as I did about her. We've known each other since I was about fourteen. She had black hair and brown eyes. Her hair was shorter, with a bang. She was small and petite and a very energetic person.

I smiled. "Angela…"

"TELL ME!" She sat next to me on a stool.

"Okay, fine! His name is Jacob. He's from La Push. He's nineteen…" Angela gasped. "And he's a mechanic."

"Wow… so not your type!" She laughed. "Do you even have a type? OMG, does he have a brother?"

I laughed loudly. "Angie, stop it! And no."

Angela chuckled. "I'm just joking, silly." She sighed, placing her hands on her hips. "I do need a boyfriend though. I'm cold."

I laughed. "Nasty."

"Well, I'm just saying. I miss Jason though."

Jason, of course, was Angela's ex fiancé. They've dated since Jesus was born. Jason was not a bad guy at all. He was just for Angie. They were perfect together, until he cheated on her with Angela's cousin.

I looked down. Why couldn't I be engaged?

Angela got up and walked into the kitchen. "I'm going to fry up some shrimp and French-fries for lunch. Looks like the rain will never stop, so you down?"

I nodded, "Sounds good." I danced to the front of the gallery and sat down by a table and began drawing. I was so inspired at the moment with love, hope, and Jacob. A small smirk crept across my face as I thought about him.

And with that, the front entrance door swung open and in walked Jacob.

Oh. My…

I jerked up and met his warm eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt and dark jeans.

He walked closer and sat down in front of me, leaving me breathless.

"Hey, you." He grinned. "Miss me?"

I stuttered. "I-I…sure."

Jacob laughed. "Nice gallery you got here. I remembered that you gave me the address. Did you draw that?" He pointed to a picture I was working on.

"Yeah." I smiled. "I just started on it today, actually."

"It's amazing. I draw myself too, a little, but mostly sculpting, mechanic stuff and architecting." He smiled at me and my breath hitched. What was he doing to me?

"Really? I'd like to see your work sometime." I finally realized that sounded really wrong….

Jacob chuckled. "Sure, sure."

It was quiet for a few seconds until Angela came from the office door. "Hey, Camilla, what kind of shrimp do you-" she paused when she saw Jacob. "Uh, hello there." Her voice got a little deeper. I scowled at her.

Jacob gave her a simple smile, as if he showed no interest. "Hey."

"You must be Jacob." Angela stated. "Camilla told me so much about you! La Push boys are hot. I'm Angela, Camilla's boss, slash best friend." She grinned. " Would you like some coffee or something, Jacob?"

He shook his head. "No thanks, I'm not really a big fan of it, anyway. Thanks, though." Jacob seemed to dislike Angela by the way he was looking at her.

Angela sighed and turned her back to us. She was sorting out cups and plates. "So, what are you doing here anyway? On a random Sunday?"

Jacob looked at her with a confused look. "I wanted to see Camilla."

Aw.

"Oh, cool. That's sweet. Be careful." She walked off. What the hell did that mean?

I shook my head, and began to draw again.

Jacob sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. "So, yeah, the accurate reason why I stopped by is because I wanted to see if you're busy Friday night."

I looked up at him. Was he asking me out on a date?

A small smile played with my lips. "I'm free. What's up?"

"Well, since you love art… and I kind of thought about having you come over and see some of my work, like you said. I'm pretty sure that'll knock off a first impression." He grinned.

I laughed. "You want me to come over to your place? Won't your roommate be a little…"

"I live by myself." He chuckled deeply.

I smiled wider. "Okay, then. I would love to come over. Thank you, Jacob."

He chuckled. "You owe me. I want a full house on your masterpieces."

I laughed, "You're joking right?"

"Nope." Jacob said popping the 'P'. "I'm damn serious." We were both laughing hysterically.

"I'll think about it." I teased. This was fun, us teasing and making fun of each other. So natural.

JPOV

Another hour passed by and we were still talking about each other. I learned more and more about her. We ate and drank soda as we laughed our asses off at hilarious jokes we were telling each other. Was it possible to fall in love so deeply that I seriously want to take her here and NOW. Goddamn I felt like I was going to jump across the table and kiss her everywhere I could find.

Angela popped back into the dinner a few minutes afterwards and sat next to me. "Jacob, I'm sorry for bugging you two, but it looks like we should be leaving. I have to lock up, since we weren't so busy today because of the weather. And Camilla's been too distracted to help out with the cooking and cleaning. I hope you don't mind taking your eyes off of her until you see her again." She scowled at us both. What the hell was her problem?

"Okay, then." I said my voice getting angrier. "I'll leave." I stood up, letting my anger cool off a bit and looked at Camilla, who was gathering her bags and artwork. "I'll see you Friday?"

She turned to face me. "Of course."

I gave her a small sheet of paper with my address on it. She gave me her phone number as well.

"I'll be over." She smiled.

Angela shoved me a bit. "Okay, she'll see you tomorrow. Bye now, Jacob."

I glared at her. "Fine." And I was out of the door in seconds.

My anger calmed as I got in my car and drove back to La Push. I kept thinking about Camilla and I together in the future. I could see her as my forever. God, she was so beautiful.

As soon as I got to my place, I shoved Camilla's address into the glove-compartment and hopped out of the car, ran into the forest as fast as I can, and phased.

A/N: Thanks for reading! So what do you think of the first chapter? Kind of jumps into the story a bit? Any likes, mistakes, or dislikes? Let me know and I'll fix them. The next chapter will sort of set off Jacob and Camilla's steamy relationship. Reviewwwww.

Anyway, carry on…