A/N: Right... So this is basically my last fic. However I didn't really feel like it was right, so I have stared again but with a different beginning to make it more interesting. This will probably be going on a different path to the other one too. I normally don't like the idea of having 'flashbacks' in stories, but it's going to have to work this time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. All recognizable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. All OC's - including Kayla, Shane, B, and Mo - belong to me.
Enjoy!
Chapter One
"Okay, just one more time... Please!"
It was a relatively warm day in La Push, although the breeze did make it a little chilly now and then. My feet were covered in sand as Claire had decided it would be a good idea to build a sandcastle on top of them. At first she decided my sandals would be giant flags at the top of the castle, then she deemed it more appropriate to place them on her hands and pretend she was a dog. She was crawling around by the water barking at the boys and every now and then she would attempt to drink the salty substance, but was quickly stopped by Quil. She may have been the one running around acting like a dog, but it was evident that he was, in fact, her bitch. All he did was dote after her and do anything she said. It was although she had him under some sort of spell.
The boys. Quil, Seth, Jared, Paul, and I can't forget Embry. Collin and Brady were out at the movies, or helping their parents, while Leah just wasn't here. Sam was at home with his heavily pregnant fiancé, Emily, and refused to leave her side. So it was just us. I was sat comfortably next to Embry, begging him to tell me the story of our first encounter. Well, the first time he encountered me. I just couldn't comprehend how I hadn't noticed him.
"Please! Please!" Paul had overheard us and decided to interrupt. "Will you shut up, for gods sake. He saw you through the window and that is that. Get over it already." He plopped down next to me and slung his arm over my shoulder.
"That is not that, Paul." I tried to push his hand away from my left boob, but it was too heavy so I just left it there. "I was upstairs! How could he have seen me? Hmm, explain that please. Hmm! I was on the first floor. I know you guys are tall, but you're not that tall." I crossed my arms and glared at him. "And stop trying to touch my chesticles..." I mumbled in annoyance and tried to use my crossed arms as a shield.
"First floor?"
"Chesticles?"
Both Paul and Embry had spoken at the same time, and I was surprised it was Em who was the one interested in my chesty friends and not Paul.
"Yes, first floor. The floor above the ground floor. Although you could technically class the porch as the first floor and the first floor as the second floor as the ground would actually be the ground floor instead of the first floor being the ground floor. Hmm... Now I don't know." I'd subconsciously tilted my head to the side as I looked out at the ocean in thought.
"What?" I turned to look at Em's puzzled face and smiled. He was actually quite close to me, closer than he was earlier.
"Hmm.. Yes. Chesticles. They're my boobs." Paul's hand had slowly crept closer to the unlucky left one and I could feel the heat radiating off of his paw. "No thank you Paul." I decided the best, and quite frankly quickest, way to stop him from actually touching it was to cover it with my hand as though I was copping a feel myself. His hand was over mine a second later and his grin disappeared.
"You're no fun" he huffed and moved his arm away from its previous position on my shoulder. He closed his eyes and lay his head down on the log behind him. "And Kay..."
"Yes Paul?"
"There's no such thing as a ground floor" he smirked.
Silly Americans. They use the wrong degree scale for the weather, they weigh themselves in pounds instead of stones, they measure using the wrong system, and they drive on the wrong side of the road. And now this as well. I have so much to teach them.
