A/N I'm supplying you with two chapters (just 'cause I love writing this story) so you better give me good reviews! Or I'll find you…just kidding! I would never do that. Or would I? ;)

Disclaimer: I do not anything involving Twilight. The song belongs to Hannah Montana (never thought I'd say that).

Chapter Two- He Could Be the One

We arrived in the Seattle airport around 4 o'clock in the evening. A little jumpy because we were nervous, Lacey and I grabbed our luggage and lugged (now I understand where that word comes from) them to the lobby of the airport.

"How do we know what he looks like?" Lacey asked. 'He' obviously was supposed to be Sam.

"I've seen pictures. Look for a tall guy."

"Oh, well if he's tall he shouldn't be hard to find."

I laughed and punched her lightly on the shoulder. We walked slowly, scanning the faces in the crowd until I noticed him standing off to the right, behind everyone else. I grabbed Lacey's hand and towed her over to Sam.

He smiled as we approached, and I couldn't help but notice that he looked like he was a natural leader. 'Wonder why that is' I thought.

When we got close enough, he extended his hand out to me and said, "You must be Briana."

I shook his hand and said, "So you must be Sam. Unless you're someone else here to abduct us?" I teased him, raising my eyebrows to add an effect. He laughed a loud, almost booming laugh. It reminded of a gathering drum.

"I can assure you, I am Sam."

"You wouldn't happen to have green eggs and ham, would ya Sam?" Lacey joked, causing him to laugh again. She held her hand out to him. "I'm Lacey Sullivan, Briana's best friend."

"Nice to meet you, Lacey," Sam said, smiling as he shook her hand. "Well, c'mon let's get you two home." He picked up our bags (one each), despite our complaints. We followed him out to his car, which was a navy blue Tacoma. He put our bags in the back and we squished in the front seat, Sam driving (of course), me in the middle, and Lacey on the other end.

"So," Sam said as we merged onto the highway, "you two are running away. Care to explain?"

"Well, I'm sure you heard about what happened to my parents," I started, waiting for him to confirm my assumption.

"I did," he said, nodding his head once.

"Yeah, so I had to go live with my grandfather who I…"

Be nice. You're grandfather worked hard to get in the position that he's in. Don't degrade him just because he's not the best influence!

"…well, we don't exactly get along. Living with him just wasn't the kind of life I wanted. Always controlling me. He even chose boys he wanted me to date. The last one was the worst," I said, absent mindedly stroking a scar that ran down my left arm from when he scratched me with a nail filer.

Unfortunately, Sam noticed. "He hurt you?" Sam asked with an edge in his voice.

Desperate to keep things light, I tried to make a joke out of it. "Yeah, but I don't mind. I laugh at pain. Ha!"

It worked; Sam's mouth turned up at the corners. "Well, go on," he urged.

"After I got Aunt Emily's invitation to come here, I asked my grandfather, and he said no. So then Lacey thought that since I wasn't happy, maybe I should run away. Her parents are gurus or something, so they let her come with me. They're also covering for me."

"Can't your grandfather send someone looking for you?"

"It won't matter because in a few days I turn eighteen. If Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan can hold him off 'til Friday, I'll be free."

"I see. And where do you fit into this?" Sam asked, glancing at Lacey.

"I came along for the thrill." She grinned at Sam and he grinned back.

"Lacey's birthday is the day after mine, actually," I said.

"Do you rub it in often?"

"Yes, everyday almost."

"Well," Lacey said, a little smile on her lips, "you won't be laughing when you're fifty!"

"Hmm," I said, tapping my chin, pretending that I was thinking. I shook my head vigorously and said, "Nope. I'll still be laughing."

Sam laughed loudly, and soon Lacey and I were going back and forth in a playful argument, all the tension evaporating (or, whatever little tension there was) as we laughed and got to know each other better.

Later, around 6:30, Sam pulled his truck up into the driveway of a little house that looked very cozy.

"We got lucky," Sam murmured as he cut the engine.

"How?" Lacey and I asked in unison.

"We beat the boys here. You'll get to meet everybody soon enough. But let's get inside so Emily will know not to feed everything to those pigs."

Lacey and I laughed and grabbed our bags, which Sam then grabbed out of our hands, chuckling as we argued that we were strong enough to carry them. Sam led us up the steps and through the front door. The main room was mostly kitchen, and we saw Aunt Emily in the corner pulling something out of the oven. She looked up when the door opened and wide smile spread across her face when she saw us.

Despite those three scars on her face, Aunt Emily still looked beautiful. Her long hair fell down her back like silk, and her smile warmed up her whole face. She set the tray she had pulled out of the oven down and opened her arms up wide. I ran into eagerly, making her laugh, a warm, happy sound.

"Hey Bri," she said stroking my hair. "I missed you so much. Wow, you've gotten so tall."

I laughed and said into her shoulder. "That's what everyone says, Aunt Em."

She pulled back so she could get a better look at me. "You're prettier than I remember! What's your secret?"

"Hmm…I don't know," I said, tilting my head slightly. "Sleep?"

She laughed and patted my cheek. "So, who's your friend?"

I turned and walked over to Lacey, who was watching Emily with an awe-struck expression. I nudged her and she snapped out of her reverie.

"I'm sorry," she said, mouth still slightly slack. "You're just…so…what's the right word…beautiful!"

Emily laughed. "Thank you dear. That's very kind. I'm Emily Young. And you are?" She extended her hand, which Lacey shook willingly.

"I'm Lacey Sullivan, ma'am."

"Ma'am…hmm, I think that makes me sound like an uptight matron." She mused, making us laugh. She smiled and continued, "You can just call me Emily."

Lacey smiled and nodded.

"Well, you girls go sit down while I finish making dinner," Emily said, gesturing to the table before turning to her fiancée. "Sam, honey, why don't you take those to their bedroom."

Sam smiled and kissed Emily's forehead before leaving and taking the luggage somewhere to the back of the house. Lacey and I sat down at the table, talking and gushing to Emily about how pretty her house was while she moved around the kitchen, getting dinner ready for her guests (which were supposed to be more than just us).

We were still going at it when we heard laughter from outside.

"The boys are here," Sam said, standing up.

"Get ready girls," Emily said. "You're in for a…shall I say shock?"

"Why's that?" Lacey asked.

"Those boys are so muscular that it still surprises me sometimes."

We both giggled and exchanged glances with each other. Cute, muscular boys (hopefully single!)?

The door suddenly opened and in stepped six tall, tan, and (yes!) muscular boys. They all grinned at us and we grinned back. I couldn't help but look at each of them. I looked into each of their eyes, just like I always do when I meet new people. When I got to the boy on the end, my heart stuttered. Suddenly I was lost in his deep, brown eyes. My heart sighed and I realized he was staring at me too. Light danced in his eyes, magnifying the awe-struck look he had. He smiled and right then I felt like I'd just met the most extraordinary person on earth.

Think I'm really fallin' for his smiles

Get butterflies when he says my name

He's got something special

He's got something special

And when he's looking at me

I wanna get all sentimental

He's got something special

He's got something special

I can hardly breathe, something's tellin' me

Tellin' me maybe he could be the one

He could be the one, he could be the one, he could be the one

He could be the one, he could be the one, he could be the one…

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