I am only putting this once but I think the message is pretty clear – I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT.
Ok so just going to be saying this once and for all cause I hate author notes myself sometimes. My chapters may come a little short, sorry that is a work in progress, I haven't completely decided on exactly where this will go but a rough guess, no flames – I appreciate recommendations on how to improve or maybe even possible ideas – I don't accept hate mail. Oh and this shall be a Sam/Bella/Paul story – no M/M (and no I have no problem with gays I just really suck at writing those scenes). I'm just going to stick with M/F and maybe try my hand at a possible M/F/M. Well thank you for reading please feel free to review and tell me how the story is or if there is something I need to work on.
I've been waiting here at the Seattle Air Port (I don't know what it's called so I'm going with this) for about fifteen minutes for Charlie to show. He did say he might run a little late because of patrols, but it's gotten to be annoying listening to all the hustle and bustle of the airport.
"Bella," I heard Charlie's gruff voice pant out as I caught sight of him bent over slightly trying to catch his breath. "Sorry I'm late. I pulled two teenagers over as I was heading out. Failed the breathalyzer (no clue on how it's spelled nor the whole process so I'm winging it) and had to haul them pack to the station." He didn't have to run all the way here.
"It's ok, you're here now. How's life on the res?" He helped grab some of my bags and we started walking off to the cruiser. There's nothing like riding shot gun in a police car for all to see. I should try and look around for a job so I can save up and get a car of my own.
"Just got the house set up. Had Sam and couple of his, friends, move everything over."
We got in the cruiser and began our hour and half long drive to La Push. Thankfully, the ride was silent. I'm not exactly the social butterfly, I prefer the silence instead of endless chatter. Charlie and I are a lot a like in that sense, another plus to moving up here.
So this is La Push. Great. It could be worse I guess. I just wish everything wasn't so, green. Oh well, at least the rain is soothing. I'll have to ask Jake why his dad let Charlie move onto the res and me to come stay with him. I know they're close and all, but this is an Indian Reservation and Charlie isn't an Indian, not even one-sixteenth. And here I am practically albino pale white with the grace of an elephant. I should also make a note to ask Charlie why he even moved onto the res to begin with, Forks is like twenty minutes away. I'm sure it was perfectly wet and overly green there too. I guess about the only thing I can think of is at least here I will get to have my own bathroom.
As we pulled up to Charlie's new house, I noticed an ancient looking truck sitting to the side of the house. We got out and Charlie started showing me around the house first and then inside. We lugged all my stuff, not like there was much to actually lug, up stairs to what was to be my room. It had a full sized bed with a plain purple sheet set, a wooden desk with an old style computer setting on it and a Wal - mart desk lamp, a rickety looking dresser that looked about the right size for all my clothes, a medium sized closet, and my old rocking chair that Renee used to rock me in when I was a baby. On the good side the floor were wooden, so I don't have to worry about vacuuming a whole lot. The walls have some old pictures from when I was younger and came to visit during the summers hanging up.
"You still like purple don't ya."
"Yeah, purple is fine."
The window had a white lace curtain over it and generic blinds. The view showed the beat up truck and surrounding forest. Charlie noticed me looking out the window at the truck and walked over from the door way.
"What do you think of it?"
"The truck?"
"Yea, I bought it off of Billy not to long ago. His boy, Jake, rebuilt the engine and fixed it up."
"It looks alright."
"You want it? I kinda got it as a welcoming home present for ya."
I didn't care, he could have gotten me a rusted out bicycle, anything would be better than riding around in the cruiser.
"I love it, thanks."
"Yea I figured, it would be a little cooler than me taking you to school."
With that he said he had somethings to take care of, he was going to order a couple pizzas and that Billy, Jake, and some of Jake's friends would be stopping by later to visit and catch up. Another thing to love about him, he doesn't hang around and ask twenty questions.
I kinda perked up at that. It feels like it has been forever since I last saw Jake. He is my best friend, aside from Renee. I remember we used to get into so much trouble when we were little. It'll be great to see him and hear about what he's been up to.
I start putting my stuff away; putting out my own pictures of Renee and a few friends from Phoenix, my alarm clock radio, Sevarius my cactus that I've had for two years, a musical jewelery box, and other personal items. I'll have to ask Charlie about getting a bookshelf. It doesn't take long before I'm done putting away everything.
Sitting on my bed, I pull out Othello and start to reread it for about the one hundredth time. I must have lost track of time cause Charlie shouts for me to come down that Jake and them were here and that the pizzas had arrived.
On my way down the stairs, I manage to slip on the last step and fall into a wall. Apparently a wall of flesh with huge muscly arms that grip a little too tight.
"I take it you're Bella. You sure know how to make a grand entrance." The wall shakes and I hear a few other chuckles from the kitchen.
I look up ready to retort only to stop short. Oh my God. I can't look away from his eyes. Who is he?
"Shit." His muttered curse snaps me out of my daze.
"Hey Sam you just going to stand there and smother her or is anyone else aloud to greet her?" A cocky voice from behind him laughs and I let out a small squeak. I don't know whether to be pissed or thankful.
Sam quickly lets go and steps back, never once taking his eyes off of me or I him. That is until the cocky interrupter pushes Sam out of his way. And just like that I can't look away from him either. What is with all these gorgeous, shirtless, muscle men? If another one walks in here I think I might faint. God I hope not every guy in La Push is built like this.
His smug smirk leaves his face as he stares at me. "I'll be damned."
I feel Sam move up behind me and rest his head on right shoulder and wrap his arms around my stomach. Cocky puts his head on my left shoulder and nuzzles into my neck. It's so warm.
My stomach is fluttering. I can't think straight. It feels homey. Safe.
A shout of "BELLA!" breaks our strange peace followed by a "What the hell?"
All of sudden everything is a blur and instead of being sandwiched in between them, I'm behind them.
Both of them are shaking violently and growling, I have to step back. What's going on? What the hell just happened? Who are these people?
I hear the thuds of multiple foots steps rushing towards us, along with a "What's wrong?" from some one.
Then in an instant, instead of there being two ginormous men in front me, there are two huge ass wolves.
Too much. Just too much. I feel my self start to wobble before things begin to fade.
Ok so here is the first chapter. I hope you liked it. If there is anything I need to work give me a shout and I will get on it. On the next chapter though should I do it in Paul's, Sam's, Bella's, or Jake's POV? Thanks for reading and please review.
