A/N: Welcome, welcome, welcome to my new story! This is the 3rd story in my Chronicles of the Imprinted series! If you haven't read my first two stories entitled "First is the Sweetest" and "Second is the Craziest"...then what are you doing here silly? Go to my profile and read them! This story picks up a year after my 2nd story ended and a picture of my main female character... Dionne is on my profile so go and check that out. This is a bit different from my other stories being that the main character is not a Twilight character but one of my own creation. Don't worry though I think you'll still love her! Anywho get to reading and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all original Twilight characters.

Dionne (24 in 2010) and Embry (21 in 2010)

Dionne's POV

"Rachel, are you sure? I really don't want to intrude," I argued feeling slightly guilty but hoping she would say no.

"Dee, I said it was fine and I meant it. Paul will be ok plus I need some company during the summer now that I'm home all day. Besides we agreed on this a year ago," she said. I sighed and tugged at my hair.

"Well if you're sure. Where you live is the perfect place! I mean the scenery is wonderful, it's just so gorgeous!" I gushed.

"Oh gosh please don't go into detail about rain and green. I think I'm sick of the color green," she said. I laughed because I could just imagine her rolling her eyes.

"Try spending 3 months taking pictures in the desert. I bet you'll love the green then!" I said.

She laughed. "Yeah I guess you're right. Luckily you're my best friend otherwise I would be mad that the only contact I've gotten from you over the year and a half was a few measly postcards and emails," she chided.

I laughed. "It's not my fault that cell phones don't get much reception in the Sahara."

"Mmmhmmm," (I could see her eyebrow going up), "well I guess I'll see you in about a week. So you'll be staying the whole summer?"

"Yeah or at least until you get tired of me," I laughed.

"Never my dear. Love you!"

"Love you too," I said and hung up. I dropped back on the bed and smiled. I didn't really have much to pack as all I ever wore were cargo shorts and a tank top with some boots. Maybe I switched it up occasionally with a button down. As a photographer I'm always out in the elements so I never really have time to purchase many clothes. Of course my dirty pleasure is lingerie. I love lace and corsets and thongs. I can't help it. I finally rolled off the bed and began to get my things together. I was back home with my parents while I decided what my next gig was. I'm a really big nature girl so I go out touring different countries and sent my pictures to various magazines to be published. People pay a lot of money for landscape photos and the like and I'm a damn good photographer. After spending the past three months in the desert I craved the complete opposite of weather and Washington State is the antonym of the Sahara.

I knew Rachel from college. We were roommates and eventually became best friends. I remembered her descriptions of her home and I always vowed to visit. As soon as I graduated though I was busy with my internship and I had little to no contact with all my friends and family much to my mother's disgust. I had only been home for a few weeks before I was ready to go out again. I can't stay inside for long.

"Dionne," my father called.

"Si papi?" I yelled back.

"Ven aqui por favor querida," (come here please) he called back. I quickly grabbed a pen and used it to twist my long curly hair up into a messy bun. Then I went downstairs into his office.

"Hola papi," I said smiling at him and kissing his cheek.

"Hola mija. So you are really leaving us for another trip?" he asked in his heavy accented English. Even though he's lived in America all my life he never completely gotten a grasp of the language. Mom says it's because he's too stubborn to change his ways and I have to agree. My parents met when my mom visited her mother's side of the family in Mexico. My mother is a quarter Mexican and black and my dad is full. So I guess that makes me 5/8s? Confusing so I try not to think about it.

I inherited my dad's caramel skin complexion and my hair was in long, thick ringlets almost midway down my back but if I straightened it, it was almost to my waist. I'm kind of chesty but my body is well proportioned plus I'm a work-out addict thanks to Rachel so everything is toned and tight. My eyes are kind of freaky because they are normally hazel but turn green when I'm angry or upset. I never understood how that happened but apparently my dad's grandmother had the same thing. My only problem is my height…I'm a measly 5'3 well 5'3 and 2/3rds since the last time I measured. Yes unfortunately Mexicans aren't known for their height. My daddy was considered tall for his 5'9 and he was, at least in my family.

"Yes papi I am. You remember Rachel from school?" I asked. He nodded. "Well she moved back home to La Push after graduation and got married so I'm going to stay with her for a few months. Maybe I'll buy my own little house out there too."

"Well do you not forget about tu mama y yo," he said in spanglish.

"Nunca papi," I said, "te quiero." I gave him another kiss and went upstairs to finish packing.

The next week I drove in my huge '99 dark green Chevy (have to make up for my height complex). It took me about 12 hours to get there from San Fran, California, with only me and my iPod. I was too much of a tomboy to take the new car that my dad offered me. Besides this truck belonged to my grandpa who passed away. He was the one got me into photography in the first place and somehow I always felt closer to him when I was in it. My mother periodically called me to make sure I was okay and I was kind of hoping my phone would die but she purposely bought me a car charger so I had no excuse. I knew I had made it to Washington when it started raining. It took me a while longer than I expected to get there because I had to get out the car and take pictures. There was so much beautiful scenery. I laughed when Rachel called me and told me to stop taking pictures and get my ass there pronto. I finally made it on the reservation around 9 o'clock. I pulled up outside of the small house that Rachel had given me directions to.

I hopped out of my truck and immediately the door was thrown open. I saw Rachel fly out the door and run and slam against me. I laughed and hugged her back. I felt foolish as a few tears misted up in my eyes. Rachel was more like the sister I never had and I really missed her. She pulled back and sniffled a bit.

"Oh gosh Dee I missed you so much! Don't you ever leave me like that again!" she said dramatically. I laughed. I looked over her shoulder and saw a giant walk out of the house. My eyes got huge.

"Babe, don't strangle her before she even gets in the house," he said laughing.

"That's your husband?" I gawked.

She laughed, "Yeah." She turned to introduce us. "Paul this is my best friend Dionne. Dionne this is my husband Paul," he came and slipped an arm around her shoulders. The way he looked at her with such adoration I figured I didn't need to give him the big sister talk. Technically I was only a few days older than Rachel but it still counted for me.

"Baby, grab her stuff out the car while I show her to her room," she said and grabbed my hand dragging me inside.

Inside was nice and neat and looked more spacious on the inside then it did on the outside. I could tell Rachel decorated because there were lots of flowers, real ones, pictures of ones, and decorations with flowers. She led me to a room upstairs. It was small with a twin sized bed and a dresser with a matching night stand.

"I hope this is okay," Rachel said looking shy. I smiled.

"It's perfect," I said. She smiled back. Paul came in carrying all my bags as if they weighed nothing and set them on the floor. Freaking muscle man. I was kind of jealous.

"I'll leave you ladies to unpacking," he said. "I have to go to work but I'll be back later." Rachel sighed and they kissed as if it was going to be their last kiss. I turned away feeling slightly uncomfortable. When he left Rachel leaned against the doorframe and fanned herself. I laughed.

"He's so hot," she said. I nodded in agreement as I unzipped my suitcases.

"Yeah and he's huge. Jeeze what are you feeding him?" she laughed.

"You'd be amazed. He doesn't eat food he inhales it," she said coming over and helping me unpack.

"How tall is he?"

"Umm about 6'6," she said shrugging. My eyes got big.

"I hope not all the guys around here are like that. I won't date a guy taller than 6 foot," I said decisively. She just laughed.

"Love doesn't care about height Dionne," she said. I shrugged.

"Then I'll just endeavor not to fall in love with anyone over 6 foot," I said smiling. She just rolled her eyes.

It took us only an hour to unpack but we spent the rest of the night catching up. I asked her what Paul did to make him work late at night and she said he did security on the rez part-time. I finally made it to bed around 2am when Paul got off his shift and he chided Rachel for keeping me up and physically carried her from the room. Luckily my room was upstairs so I couldn't hear what I'm sure they were doing. I had a thorough explanation of their sex life. I decided I was going to live vicariously through her sex life since mine was non-existent. I settled into the bed and smiled somehow feeling like I was in the right place at the right time.

So what do you think about my vertically challenged Dionne? She is a mixture between my Rachel and my Kim from my first two stories so I think there's just more to love. Weiver my story (review backwards) and let me know what you think... : )