Ok so yeah the beginning of this is kind of bad… My favorite part was the ending. I think I'm better with third person than I am with first person narrative. In case you didn't notice though, I changed the summary. The summary came to me and I decided to make that a very important scene in the story and then somehow it became the new summary… Scary what ideas you get when you are watching TV…
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Katia POV
Here I was, in the backwoods of Washington; or also known as La Push. Yes La Push; I think whoever named this reservation was trying to be fancy and since the French are known for being fancy, they frenched the name of their Reservation up.
Liam and myself of course were in a car, I think it was our fathers car, but I wasn't really so sure. I mean, there were a lot of the natives at the funeral so I could probably be with anybody. Eh, who cares? It's not like I actually care about these people.
Yes they may be family, but I don't know any of these people. They are strangers. If they were important, than our dead mother would have told us right?
"Katia." A voice called to me.
"What?" I grumbled underneath my breath.
"We are almost there, so don't start acting out. You have yet to meet everyone still." The voice said.
I looked up and saw that the voice was my fathers. "I thought Liam and I had already met everyone." I said confused.
Dad replied, "Oh you have seen everybody, but you have yet to meet them formally."
I responded with a grunt, not excited about meeting new people. Didn't they know that I really don't care who they are, that I just care about going to my new home and sleeping?
Father pulled up to a house and instructed Liam and I to get out of the car and get our things out of the trunk. The rest of our things had already been shipped here and we were told put away.
Delightful.
The one thing I need is a bunch of people I don't know and trust going through my things. Delightful. Hopefully guys didn't unload my things which would have been embarrassing, especially if they saw some of the things I had shipped.
I trekked up to the room that was supposedly mine and set down the bags I was carrying delicately down on the hard wood floor. I didn't have much in the suite cases seeing how most of my things were already here.
I looked around my room and noticed that the walls were a royal blue with one wall having a wolf standing upon rocks and howling up at the moon with other wolves doing the same thing right behind it. It was actually pretty cool once you think about it. Knowing that I have no artistic talent at all, it makes me feel kind of jealous. The reason for that is that I can make rabbits look like cars and other inanimate objects at times. It's quite sad really, Liam can draw anything, he is and amazing drawer, but it seems that whoever had that gene did not pass it to me.
The only thing I was remotely good at was soccer and basketball. Soccer was my life, and basketball took up half of my heart if that makes any sense. Without either of them, I would be nothing. They were the only things that made me remotely happy. Back home, I was on the varsity basketball and varsity soccer team. The days I didn't have practices or if I found time, I would go down to the gym and box. I enjoyed hitting things to take out my anger and frustration. When I competed in boxing matches, I never lost. Never. The only times I have ever lost was when I lose against my coach. My coach used to be a big boxer in his day and rarely lost. I have only beaten him once, but once was good enough for me.
I was the complete opposite of my brother. The only sport he played was soccer and he practiced with me at times, but usually he would stare out of the window and draw things that came to mind. He also played the electric guitar so he spent most of his days either jamming out on the guitar or drawing.
I looked to my feet as I got this weird emotion raised inside of me. Pain, fear, sorrow, longing. I felt all of these emotions for my mother, my dead mother.
I missed her. I missed how she supported Liam and I in whatever we felt was right or when she drove us to our games. When Liam's first picture was in an art show and he won, my mother and I cheering as Liam walked onto the stage and received his ribbon and plaque. How I missed my sweet, innocent mother.
"Katia." Someone yelled.
"Yes?" I questioned not raising my voice at all.
"Come down here, you need to meet some people." The voice shouted once more.
"Ok." I didn't even flinch. I just walked down the stairs like a good girl and came to a stop when I saw that the kitchen was filled with people.
"You called." I said emotionlessly, my face staying blank.
"This is your extended family." My father said.
"And?" I asked.
My father gave me a glare and I glared right back, I won't be going down without a fight. My father was the first to stop his glare and turned to the people in front of me.
He pointed to the family sitting down. "Those are the Black's, Jacob and Josephine Black and their children Jacob Jr, or JJ as we call him, Jenifer, Jason, and Jordan. They are you cousins." Their sons, Jason and JJ looked exactly like their father while their daughters Jenifer and Jordan looked exactly like their mother. What's up with all of the "J's" anyway? Are they like that one family with like nineteen kids or something? The Duggar's?
He pointed to a second family. "They are Seth and Kendra Clearwater. Their daughter Sylvia is in college at the moment while their son Ryan isn't here at the moment." They looked way too young to have a daughter in college. It's a compliment really, I'm just complimenting them on how young the look.
In the family next to them, there was a woman who bared a quite large resemblance to Seth. Wonder if their related…
Coincidently, my father pointed to them next and introduced them as the Sales. The family was made up of Leah and Robby Sales, and there two kids who were younger than me at the ages of seven and six, named Stephanie and Cara.
There was also Embry Call and his wife Samantha with their son Ray who was about my age but maybe a year older. Ray was extremely buff, he was practically packed with muscles and was extremely tall for his age, but that didn't stop his boyish features from shining through.
The next two families were the Lee's, Brady and his wife Callie and Collin and his wife Brenda. Brady and Callie had a daughter that was my age named Brianna and a son Carson who was fifteen and practically looked exactly like Ray. Collin and Brenda also had two kids named Bailey, who was probably Ray's age and was also extremely buff, muscular, and tall, and a daughter who was about seven named Catherine, or Cat to most people.
My father also introduced me to Jared his best friend and his wife Kim. They had four kids. They had triplets that were all girls who were in college with Sylvia named Kendall, Kylee, and Kirsten. They had a son named Brandon who was about the same height and body structure that Liam did. Brandon looked to be about our age but maybe a year younger at the most.
Quil and Claire Ateara had the cutest kids. They had twins named Carmen and Cameron who were about eight months old. Those two kids would break some hearts when they got older, you could count on it.
The last family was the Uley's. Sam and Emily Uley were the proud parents of five kids. Diana was the oldest and was at college with the triplets and Sylvia, and then there was Eliza who was a freshman in college just two years below her sister. The two boys were Joey who was seventeen and Jace who was fifteen. Jace and Joey were with Ryan Clearwater doing something that apparently I couldn't be informed of.
"It's a delight to meet you all." I tell them with a small smile.
"It truly is." Liam said seemingly out of nowhere. I actually didn't even know he was there to tell you the truth.
"Where are PJ and Tony?" I asked.
"Who's Tony?" Anthony asked. Huh didn't even notice he was in the room…
"You."
"Uh no its not…"
"Yeah it is. Anthony is too long, so I decided to give you a nickname. Bam the name Tony was born." I told my brother with a smirk.
He sighed. "Fine you can call me Tony, just don't start calling me something weird ok?"
"Ok, so-"I was cut off by a door slamming open and closed and laughter flooding through the house.
Three boys came barreling into the kitchen with cut off's on and no shirts. You could hear their sneakers squeaking against the linoluem tile.
When I looked up, I meet chocolaty brown eyes and my world stopped. I just kept on looking and looking at this boy who suddenly captured my heart on a whim. He was perfect in every way. He had brown eyes, was tall, about 6'6 at the most, he had a muscular build, and his eyes, his eyes were the most gorgeous chocolaty brown color I have ever seen.
It seemed that I couldn't take my eyes off of this stranger, and it seemed that he couldn't get enough of me either.
The only thing that bothered me about this situation though was that even though when I finally tore my eyes away from the gorgeous boy in front of me, he kept on staring. He seemed entranced by me somehow. I knew I wasn't that pretty, so why was he staring?
He's staring because he likes you.
He doesn't though, I'm thirteen and he's like fifteen!
That doesn't matter, age is just a number.
Yes age is just a number, but he's like a pedophile!
He is not a pedophile, not yet anyway…
What do you mean by that?
Well, you two aren't dating or anything, so he is not classified under the category of pedophile.
True, but if we did-
Key word is if. If you start dating, no one ever said that you were, so don't jump to conclusions that he is a pedophile. Even though he may like you and he is two years older doesn't mean that he is a pedophile. He isn't one until he acts upon his desires.
Fine then conscience, I'll let you be my guide.
Fine with me. Now go make me a sandwich.
Um no, go make your own sandwich, I'm not you maid…
Fine then be that way.
I decided that I had enough of arguing with my conscience and walked up to the boy who was still staring.
"Katia." I held out my hand for him to shake.
"Jace." The next thing he did shocked me. He leaned and kissed me straight on the lips.
Twenty years prior:
Rachel Black was getting ready for her first date with Paul Lahote. She didn't want to agree at first, but she just couldn't say no to the man any longer. When she said no to him all of the times before, she had this weird pain inside her chest. She didn't like the pain, and whenever she was away from Paul, she felt this strange feeling, it was like something was pulling Rachel to Paul somehow. Whenever she was with Paul however, she had strong emotions of want radiating off of her involuntary.
Rachel had just finished her hair and makeup and was then changing into her white blouse and black mid-thigh skirt. She grabbed a pair of heels from her closet and proceeded down the staircase where Paul was waiting at the bottom.
"You look gorgeous." Paul told her.
"Thank you." Rachel told him. "You look quite dashing yourself really."
It was true. Paul looked exceptionally handsome at that moment. He was wearing a dark blue button up shirt with black jeans and dress shoes. She had never imagined that Paul Lahote could look this sexy in dress wear.
Paul grabbed Rachel's hand and smiled at her, looking up at her in the process under his thick dark eyelashes that made his eyes look amazing. He was such a magnificent creature, Rachel was one lucky woman to be going out on a date with Paul, woman everywhere will be looking on at her in jealousy.
Paul led her along the path to his truck and opened the door for her and closed it once she was all settled. He quickly walked around the other side of the truck and stepped inside immediately starting up the car and cranking up the heat so Rachel, his imprint would be warm enough.
Even though Paul had a reputation for being hot tempered and being a womanizer, he was showing no signs of being either at the moment.
Paul knew that he couldn't risk the chance of losing his precious imprint, so he decided that he was going to try to be on his best behavior for the whole date. He would try as hard as he could to prove to Rachel that he wasn't all of the things people say about him. Paul wanted Rachel to love him and accept that he was done with his past and was only focused on their future together.
Paul and Rachel sat in silence mostly during the car ride to Port Angles. They occasionally made small talk, but they both soon enveloped into a comfortable silence.
When they arrived at the restaurant a half hour later, Paul quickly got out of the car and glided over to Rachel's side to open the door for her and lead her inside like a true gentleman would do. He opened the door for her as well and led her to the waiting area so a waitress could seat them.
A waitress soon came over and escorted them to their seats and gave them their menus. The waitress left quickly to retrieve their dinks after they ordered coming back minutes later to see the couple laughing. Jenna, their waitress thought it was a cute sight and decided to silently give them their drinks while they laughed and looked over the menus.
Rachel was currently laughing over a joke that Paul said. Inside of her head though, she was mulling over why being with Paul at the moment felt so right. Paul was her brother's friend, and was two years younger than her. When Jacob and he hung out when they were younger, I never had these feelings for Paul. The only feeling I have ever felt towards him during that time was annoyance. When she returned from college and she saw Paul all sexy and handsome, she instantly felt this connection. This connection only intensified when their eyes met.
Paul was having a wonderful time with his imprint and never wanted that moment to end. Rachel was finally starting to see him as an adult and not just the younger friend of her brother. Paul had always had a crush on Rachel, and that crush only intensified when he imprinted on her a month prior.
Jenna came back a while later and took their orders. When she walked away the couple talked and laughed more. Jenna knew that these two were meant to be together forever. You could see it when they had any contact with the other. They were just perfect.
When they were both done with their meals, Paul paid the bill and they were on their way back to the Reservation.
"You know Paul; I had a really great time tonight." Rachel told the younger man.
"I had a good time as well Rachel. I'm glad that you agreed to go on a date with me in the first place." Paul told his love sheepishly.
"It was nothing really; I just couldn't resist you any longer. When I said no to you all of the times before, it didn't feel right. It felt as if I said no again, and then in would tear me apart." Rachel told Paul honestly.
"I'm sorry that you had to go through that." Paul told her.
"It's fine really. It was only a matter of time before I said yes anyway."
"A matter of time." Paul whispered to low for her to hear.
The couple was silent for the rest of the ride home.
All in all, that was the night that Paul and Rachel starting falling.
Falling in love.
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