Disclamer: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters

I do own: Shelby, Timothy, Andrew, Paul, Melody, and Conner

JPOV:

Sam and I been sitting in my recently-finished Rabbit for what felt like hours.

He'd been rambling on forever about Emily. I mean, yeah I got it - they had imprinted - but why does he have to CONSTENTLY talk about her?! The pack and I hear enough of his mind, why should we have to listen to it when we're free from the mind-reading thing?

As I rambled on in my head, Sam continued to talk. Emily this, Emily that . . .

God he was SO annoying somtimes!

Thats when he suddenly stopped. He got out of the car and leaned agenst it. He just stood there - looking like a kid trying to act cool. I got out, looking the doors behind me, and walked over to him. He seemed to be anxious to see his cousins. Shelby and Conner.

Conner was a fun person - from what I remember of him. All the ladies were all over him everytime we used to go out. They all fell in love with his tall muscular frame and his tan beach-bum adittude. He always got numbers and then he'd go to what he called a "Meet-an-Greet". In which he'd invite the girl to a place like a coffee shop and then bring one of us with him. Then he'd get the girl and us into a good conversation and excuse himself (leaving).

Well I couldn't really explain Shelby. She was still a little girl when I knew her. Alls I knew about her was that her eyes - like Conner's - were deep brown, and her hair was a sandy brown like Seth as a wolf.

I felt a hard jab at my arm - it didn't hurt, but it still got my attention. I looked over at Sam (who was the one who jabbed me) with a BIG grin on his face.

He was looking striaght ahead with a excited grin on his face. I followed his gaze to see what he was staring at.

It was Shelby.

She'd changed SOOO much!! I hated to say this about Sam's cousin but she was HOTTT!!! Her hair - still the same color - was just past her shoulders hanging striaght down. Looking like sand flowing off of her head. Yeah I know it doesn't sound pretty, but it IS! And she made it look ten times better than anyother girl would. She wasn't short but wasn't tall like Sam, Conner, and me. And she wasn't skinny but defenetly WASN'T fat. She was atcually pretty small but the curves she had made her look noraml size and not sickly skinny. The only thing that even identifed Conner as her brother was their eyes. Not even their skin was the same tone - his was a dark tan. Hers. . . reminded me of Bella's.

She squeeled when she spotted us and threw her bag at Conner. I mentally chuckled - she didn't even notice he could barely carry his own bag; so when she threw her's at him he dropped them all.

She ran up to Sam jumping into his arms giving him a hug with such force I thought a human girl could not have.

Well her brother IS a werewolve and look what happened to Leah. . . I thought to myself. But I hoped that didn't happen to her, she didn't deserve to have thoughts forced into her head like the rest of us. She souldn't be cursed with what we are.

As Conner tried to pick up all the bags, by himself, she let Sam out of her embrace.

I couldn't help but try to flirt with her - she was such a pretty girl. And somthing about her - and it wasn't just her skin - reminded me of Bella.

My Bella. . . The Bella that left me for Edward - after everything he did to her, she STILL took her back. Now they were married and I'd never get my chance with Bella ever again. She was already one of them, she even MARRIED him to make it "official".

My mind raced back to the present and I let out my flirty line, putting it over the top with a fake pouty look. " What - no hug for ME?!" I question trying my best to sound shocked.

She seen right through my act though. She smiled widely - showing really white teeth that looked REALLY sharp. Then giggled as she quickly hugged me.

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SPOV:

About an hour after sitting in Jake's car we'd run out of things to talk about. Me and Jake talked livedly as he drove. We'd covered his car - which he told me he re-built himself - and about his best friend Bella Swan. I knew there was somthing more between them than "just friends" as he kept putting it. The weird thing was that he was talking SO much!! I never knew Jacob to be a talker and now he was talking like he'd lived alone for years.

Jake drove (while talking to me), Sam, sat in the passanger seat, and Conner and I sat in the roomy backseat. I of caorse was listening to Jake as Conner and Sam tried to have their own conversation and tune us out.

Then finally we drove up to a small dirt road in a opening of trees (if it were anyone else we would have past it). I knew this was LaPush. The forest somehow looked firmilar and the place somehow felt right - like I belonged here. . .

The car grew quiet as we all took in the senery that was LaPush.

Though Sam and Jake lived here and had seen it a million of times - their thoughts were the same as mine and Conner's. We all felt like we BELONGED here.

As we pulled up to a two story cabin that I knew as the house our mother owned when she lived in LaPush. It looked like it'd been getting taken care of . . . The lawn mown, the paint on the house not even chipping.

I smiled as I spotted my old bedroom, window as I got out of the car.

"Do I get my old bedroom?" I teased Conner as he handed me my bag.

"So you remember, huh?" He asked with a big smile. He grabbed his bags, walked to the door and opened it.

YEAH, the house was DEFFENITLY being taken care of. It was dusted, and the wooden floor looked freashly polished. I also smelt the fresh secent of lemons. There were also new decorations that I was SURE didn't used to belong to my mother.

"Emily decorated. Do you like it?" Sam asked me (I was sure Conner didn't really care).

I nodded. "Its beautiful," I breathed , still shocked at the way the house looked.

He smiled at me and didn't say anything else to me. Insted he walked over to talk to Conner. He wanted to talk about meetings with the pack and some new members he'd forgoten to mention before.

Then I felt a warm hand over the one that was holding my bag. I would normally had jumped in surprize but I knew that warmth and I also Jake hadn't left the room (his thoughts were to clear for him to be in the other room).

I looked up to him with questioning eyes.

"can I carry your bag upstairs for you?" He asked politely with a playful look in his eyes.

I grinned and let my bag slip into his hand. "Sure. I don't mind," was all I said before - without looking back - raced upstairs to find my room.