Hi, everyone. Sorry for the long wait. I got caught up in other things. Before we proceed with the chapter, let's answer a few great reviews, shall we?

Fashion Designing Diva: Sorry I didn't send this one to you to be spell checked, but hey, I actually finished it! Don't worry, there is no Bella and/or Cullen bashing here... yet... (shifty eyes)

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kibafangirl11: In truth, I suppose you're right, Anita DOES look a little like Bella, however Nita has shorter hair, darker skin, and a broader face than Bella. And even though it isn't mentioned, she's slightly taller, but that's just how I picture her, really. As for the Quilieute's skin colour, I'm pretty sure it's described as being russet, but I'll take a look back in the book or on the internet just in case XD

Thanks for the reviews and being patient everyone. On with the chappy!...

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By the way I was acting while living in La Push, you would have thought I suffered from Anti Social Personality Disorder, or that I was just some weird little shut-in. Honestly, I'm not, I can be very sociable if I want to, but the whole living on the reservation with my handicap thing really stressed me out. I mean, how would you feel if you were me, living among hardworking, strong, brave, full-functioning werewolves, while you couldn't even grow a tail or some fangs? It really sucked, I'll tell you.

After three days of not leaving the house, Grandma started to get worried about me. I hadn't told her about the incident with the boy and the crying girl, so she thought I was staying indoors out of depression. In sense, yes, I was a little depressed, but not a 'cut my wrists and cry myself to sleep' depressed. I had already done that a month back.

"Nita, darling, it's not healthy for you to be lounging around the house all the time," Grandma told me on my third day of lying on the couch and watching TV.

"I ran around a good deal a few days ago." was my excuse. The old woman didn't seem convinced.

"It's not so much your physical health I'm worried about at the moment," she told me, sitting down in a chair opposite me. "You said it yourself days back: You're sixteen. You should be going outside and hanging out with kids your age." She frowned at me. "Dear, I know the move was hard on you, and I know how painful it is to deal with what happened between your parents, but..." She hesitated. "... I don't want to see you so upset. It hurts me very much."

I closed my eyes and groaned. I was hoping I could avoid this and keep the incident with the boy and girl a secret at the same time, but it turned out I was just going to have to spill.

"I'm not upset about Vancouver," I said to my grandmother, sitting up. I sighed, trying my best not to blush. "A few days ago, I ran into someone on the reserve, and the terms on which we met were very awkward, so I ran away. I don't want that to happen again, so I'm just gonna stay inside, and maybe we'll both forget about what happened in time."

Grandma raised her eyebrows, looking very interested. "What made the meeting so awkward?" she asked.

I winced. I wished she wouldn't ask that. What would she say if I told her I was yelling at the boy's house?

"I..." I began, unsure. "I..." Before I could stammer any further, Grandma cut me off with another question.

"Which boy was it?" she asked. "Sue's boy, Seth? Billy's son? Quil's grandson?"

I threw my hands up in the air. "Grams, I have no idea who those people are!" I told her indignantly. "It was just a boy, okay? Just a boy, and his weepy girlfriend. That's it, that's all."

Grandma remained silent, as if contemplating my vague description. I waited impatiently for her to say something.

"The boy down the road?" she asked. I nearly rolled my eyes. Why was she so determined to figure out who this guy was? I sure as hell didn't care.

"Yeah, probably," I said.

Grandma was silent for a minute, her lips pursed. She was thinking. She always pursed her lips when she was thinking. After a moment, she got up off of the couch and and strode into the kitchen.

"Why don't you go outside?" she suggested to me. "If you keep away from First Beach and stay around the forest's boarders, you won't run into anyone."

I sat up and shot an incredulous glance after my grandmother.

"I am not going out there!" I informed her defiantly. "Who cares where I go? This whole place is crawling with werewolves, and if I say I'm not going, then I'm not going!"

Grams poked her head out of the door way, shooting me a surprised glance. "Anita," she began, slowly and warningly. "Are you using a disrespectful tone with your grandmother?"

I groaned loudly and dragged myself off of the couch. I slithered into the entrance hall, shoved my feet into my old, worn out Vans, and opened the front door.

The old lady guilted me into going for a walk. What kind of rebellious nature did I have?

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I pounded up the steps to my grandma's small porch, breathing heavily. While I was walking, it had started to pour, and I ran home as fast as I could before I got too wet. I wasn't successful. My baggy t-shirt was clinging to my body, my jeans were heavy with water from the puddles, and my hair was dripping. You would have thought Forks was situated in the rain forest other than Washington.

On my walk, I was lucky, and didn't run into anyone from either the reserve, or outside of it. It was just me and the forest. But I didn't relax very much while I walked. I kept glancing over my shoulder, waiting to see an enormous wolf standing behind me, or a human Quilieute. Both possibilities terrified me, so I guess the rain was a blessing in disguise.

I shook my head, splattering the rain water in my hair all over my face. I pushed the strands stuck to my cheeks back, wiped my shoes on the 'Welcome' matt before me, and strolled into the house.

"I'm ho-ome!" I called kicking off my damp shoes. I gripped the hem of my shirt and tried to wring out as much water as I could. "Hey, Grandma, can you bring me a towel? I'm kinda wet." I called, sticking my head into the living room.

Boy, that was a bad idea.

First of all, my grandmother was sitting on the couch with company, and I had just ambled into the house, calling out impolitely. Secondly, one of the two guests was a person I had not met before. He was a middle aged Quilieute man sitting in a wheel chair, and I think I had just given him a very bad impression. But the second guest was someone I had met before, and someone who I never wanted to meet again. It was the boy whose house I was yelling at a few days ago.

"Aw, crap..." I mumbled inaudiably under my breath.

"Ah, there you are, dear," Grandma chirped, rising from the couch. The boy, who was sitting beside her did the same, and the man in the chair wheeled his way over to me.

"Uh..." I began, unsure of what to say.

"You must be Hannah's granddaughter," the man in the wheel chair said. He gave me a small smile and extended his hand. "I'm Billy Black."

I shook his hand tentatively, wanting nothing more than to run upstairs and stay there until the two of them were gone.

"Uh, yeah, n-nice to meet you, Mr. Black," I stammered, wondering why grandmother would be so cruel as to do this to me. Here I was standing dripping wet in front of people I didn't even know, looking like an idiot. Especially in front of the boy.

"Yes, yes, and this Jacob, Billy's son," Grams jumped in, gesturing to the boy. One look at his serene face made me blush. I didn't even want to imagine what was going through his head, or what he was remembering about me.

"Hi," he said, casually.

"... Hey..." I managed after a pause. I turned to my grandmother. "Uh... I got caught in the rain. Would you help me find a towel upstairs?" I tried to emphasize the last sentence as much as I could without making it too suspicious. Thankfully, Grandma caught my drift.

"Oh, of course. Excuse us, boys," she said to her two guests. Turning on my heel, we made our way to the upstiars bathroom. Once the door was shut, I commenced the hissy fit that had been building up since I walked in the door.

"Grams, what the heck are they doing here!?" I demanded as I grabbed a towel from the hook on the back of the door.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asked me tranquilly. "I simply invited Billy and his son over for a small visit. It's quite unfortunate that you had to arrive looking unpresentable, but Billy and Jacob aren't very judgemental."

"You know that's the boy who I saw me in a... a..." I calmed down a little to think. "... not so appropriate situation." I was so angry. Now I knew the whole reason Grandma wanted to get me out of the house. If she had invited the two Blacks here while I was still in the house, she would have never gotten as far as dialing their phone number.

"Oh, Jacob?" Grandma asked calmly. "Yes, I know you got embarrassed in front of him. To be honest with you, toots, that's one of the reasons I invited him."

"WHAT!?"

"Now you two have a chance to clear that up and maybe become friends. You do need them here, Anita," the elderly woman told me. She gave me the look over, and furrowed her brow. "What's the matter with you? Did he catch you naked or something a couple of days ago?"

I blushed so much that it physically hurt me. "...No."

"Then put that 'embarrassing moment' behind you, and associate with him! He's a very sweet boy, Nita, and frankly, he's in need of..." she hesitated. "... a variety of female acquaintances... Or so I hear, anyways."

I had no idea what she was talking about.

After a moment, Grandma opened the door, and left the bathroom saying, "Dry off and get dressed. If you're not down her within five minutes, I'll feed you to the wolves." She chuckled at her own joking threat and descended down the stairs, leaving me standing in the bathroom with my palm to my face.

Taking my sweet time, I dried off and changed into some clean clothes. I was in no rush to be downstairs in the presence of a boy who probably thought I was a mental case. How awkward was this going to be? 'Hi, I'm Jacob, I saw you shouting at an inanimate object a few days ago'. Yeah, that was one possibility as to what he might say. On top of that, if either my grandmother or me slipped up about my 'condition' to Billy and Jacob, then I would be in trouble.

After taking one last look in the mirror on my bureau, I took a deep breath, and went to see our guests. Descending down the stairs. Descending into hell.