A/N: Good lord, we are at the second chapter already! I'm so happy for myself. I thought I would never get back to this story. I am a notorious procrastinator. Anyway, on with the story. On a side note, Bella doesn't exist; therefore her demon spawn doesn't exist. Edward is single and Twitch (Jasper) and Alice are just friends with benefits. Emmett and Rosalie are together and happy. Rose is much friendlier in my story. You'll see why it's like this as the story progresses.

Chapter 1

When Gran died, everything she owned was meant to be mine. It pissed off my mother, but everything pissed off her. My father was a bit peeved, after all Gran was his mother. But he didn't want anything to do with my grandmother and La Push altogether. I never did understand why he avoided La Push, he hated for me even to visit. He would never tell me why. Gran always said he was running scared and that I shouldn't worry about a coward. I never got the chance to keep up with Gran's stuff due to concerts and school but all that was going to change. I was headed to La Push and live for the first time.

Now, after fourteen years I was headed home. I always have considered La Push home even though the only time I spent there was to visit Gran. Whenever I told Gran that, she laughed and said La Push would always be my home.

As I drove down Route 110 I was once again struck with the sense of heading home. People were nice here; they were just sweet normal folk, not obnoxious, arrogant bastard who only wanted me for my fame. When I was small, I played with the local children and they treated me like I was normal, they didn't know I was a genius. I wasn't a freak. I made a few friends though I have forgotten their names and faces.

Even after fourteen years, I managed to find my way to Gran's, now my house. It still looked the same thanks to the money I had put into it since I was fifteen. Without my parents' knowledge, I used some of my money to make sure Gran's house was well taken care for. Some of the locals who knew my grandmother were more than happy to routinely check on it and let me know if it needed repairs.

My grandfather, who died before I was born, built the house for my grandmother as a wedding gift. It was one of the bigger homes in La Push with four bedrooms and three bathrooms all on one level plus it had a little garden in the back that Gran grew her herbs and vegetables. I made sure everything was renovated so everything was nice and current. Call me a city boy but I refuse to live in the dark ages like Gran did. I didn't bring a whole lot with me just mainly what I would consider necessary, for example, my laptop, my clothes (it was embarrassing how many I had), my home theater, and my television (Gran had had her TV for twenty-plus years, it was time for a change). All of that was loaded up in my Mercedes-Benz M-Class, who I affectionately called Classy Bitch because she is which I allowed myself to splurge on.

When I pulled into the driveway, to my surprise, there were people waiting for me on the porch. My first thought was damn, they look good. And they did, all of them were young, tall, fit, sex gods, four of them just waiting for me. Dirty thoughts flooded my brain, lovely sinful dirty thoughts. I knew for a while that I was gay and embraced my sexuality plus I was a healthy twenty year old man who was still a virgin. Dirty thoughts consumed my entire being to the point it was embarrassing. After doing a small, undignified happy dance in my head, I shut off Classy Bitch and got out. Immediately I was gifted with four glorious smiles from the sex gods. I damn near swooned. I was disgusting myself.

"Nice car." One of the sex gods said. It took everything I had not to pounce on him. I needed to get laid and soon.

"Thanks, she's one expensive classy bitch but I love her. To what do I owe this greeting? Did I win a prize?" I responded.

"No, but we all knew your grandmother and were curious about you. She, uh, told us a lot about you. Apparently you're some type of genius?" another sex god chuckled.

"Let's just say I'm not normal." I mumbled uncomfortably. The last thing I wanted was for people to treat me differently. I prayed to God that she didn't tell them too much. I didn't want my label to be freaky genius boy.

"Good, you'll fit in around here. The name's Jacob." The first sex god said with a bright smile. I took a closer look at Jacob. He was huge, all of them were huge but Jacob was one of the bigger ones. His hair was cut short and his eyes were a warm brown. He looked like he all about a good time. It was obvious he laughed more than he frowned.

"My name is Isley. You guys want to come in? I hope you weren't waiting long." I said with an equally bright smile. I couldn't help but respond in kind.

"Got any food? I'm starving." A sex god blurted out, a blush raising in his cheeks. He looked at me with such a bashful expression, I couldn't help but laugh. He was more cute than sexy compared to the others. He was the classic sexy neighbor type of handsome.

"Shut up Seth, you're always hungry." The second sex god snorted.

"If that's not a case of the pot calling the kettle black, Paul." Seth shot back.

"Both of you shut the hell up." The last sex god mumbled then he turned to me, "I'm Embry by the way."

"Pleased to meet all of you." I smiled as I walked to the door.

I had a sense of peace settle over me as I walked into Gran's house. My heart thumped loudly as emotion filled me. Tears filled my eyes; it came to me all of a sudden. Gran was gone and she left all the memories and emotion in the house. All I could think of was home. This place in La Push, Washington was home, not the condo in New York, or the townhouse in Atlanta, or even the lake house in Montana. Everything was still there; Gran's favorite chair was at its place by the bay window, she loved looking out of it. All of her pictures of the family were exactly in their places. The comfy ass couch was still right in front of the living room television. I ran my hand over the couch, comfort swelled in me. Hell, everything still smelled the same, like brownies and vanilla. All through my musings I had forgotten about my guests so as I turned around to take in my surroundings, my eyes landed on them. They all looked at me with knowing smiles. I couldn't help the blush that bloomed on my face.

"Um, s-sorry about that. I got caught up. It's been so long…it was rude of me to ignore you." I mumbled, wiping my eyes. Stupid tears.

"Don't bother, we get it. It's been forever right? Everyone loved Grandmother Rania, we all mourned her death. Though one time she turned her hose on me after I got mud all over her floor. She was so pissed and that water was freezing!" Jacob said. I burst out laughing.

"That was you? She had told me that 'one of the little monsters' messed up her floors. She was steaming." I laughed.

"I'm surprised she didn't call me anything worse."

"Oh, she did but I'm nicer than her." I chuckled.

"That's good to know. How much nicer are you?" Jacob said with a wink. My blush grew deeper. Was Jacob flirting with me? I prayed to God that he was I needed something to hope for.

"So, what made you move back here?" Embry said a tad too loudly with, I noticed, a speaking glance at Jacob. Jacob only smiled and laughed to himself. I debated whether I should tell them the truth or lie as I walked into the kitchen (it looked different since I replaced all of Gran's old appliances). I opened the fridge and saw it was fully stocked. Getting out the stuff for sandwiches, I noticed that the others were having some sort of silent conversation between them. Odd. When I turned back to them, they looked normal to me which immediately let me know that they were "talking" about me.

"I had a bad argument with my parents and combined with a really bad end to my relationship, I decided to fuck them all and go my own way." I said quietly.

"Must have been tough with the parents…" Seth said.

"My parents and I have never seen eye to eye for a long time. It was a miracle that we made it all of my teen years. To say it was World War III would be an understatement. The only person who ever talked to me was Gran. Then she died…Dad's siblings sure as hell doesn't talk to me since…I'm different." I said.

My father's sister and brother didn't like me because I'm gay but I wasn't ready to tell the guys that. I couldn't just spring that on them. "Hi, I'm the new guy who inherited his dead grandma's stuff and oh by the way, I'm a homosexual." No thank you sir.

"Your dad's name is…?" Paul asked.

"Lucian. I'm named after him."

"But your name is Isley, right?" Seth said.

"My full name is Isley Lucian Bloodraven-Bleakwood. My parents were high when they decided on my name." I sighed. The others laughed.

"Oh really?" Embry asked. I looked at them seriously.

"Actually yeah, they told me themselves. They had bought some of the best weed they had ever gotten and while they smoked it up, they thought of my name. They wanted me to be called Lucian after Dad but my mom wanted me to be called Isley because of her favorite brother who passed away. They couldn't decide on whether I should be a Bloodraven or a Bleakwood so they gave me both last names. It fucking sucks since neither family wants to claim me."

"Isley Lucian Bloodraven-Bleakwood…it's too long and Isley sounds too stuffy. Your new nickname is Izzy." Jacob proclaimed.

"Ugh, no. please call me Luc instead. Izzy reminds me of this horrid girl that sat next to me in chemistry. She gave me the creeps, always rubbing herself on me."

"And that's bad because?" Paul laughed.

"Because she was barking up the wrong tree." I snorted before I thought. Thank god I chose that moment to turn to the fridge to get sodas. My entire body froze as I realize that I had just out myself to them. Behind me, everything was silent and still.

"It's okay you know. We're not going to run you out of town." Then came Jacob's voice gently telling me. I looked to see him smiling like he won the lottery.

"That wasn't part of the plan, to out myself as gay. You would be surprised by the number of people who hate homosexuality."

"I can only imagine."

"It's not easy being labeled the homosexual genius prodigy who is socially inept at basic encounters and norms. I'm such a loser it's not even funny, you guys should run from me as fast as you can. My weirdness might rub on you."

"We are plenty weird already so we are perfectly able to handle yours." Seth said cheerfully.

"Oh good. My heart just went pitter-patter from excitement." I said sarcastically.

"Well of course it did if you're going to be hanging with us. We're that sexy." Paul snorted.

"Sweet baby Jesus, he's aware of it. Heaven help us, we are so screwed." I laughed, tossing him a juice.

"So you do think we are sexy." Paul smirked.

"What? No! What makes you think that?" I said nervously. The most evil smirk appeared on his face that made me want to head for the hills.

"You acknowledged that we find ourselves good looking which means that you have noticed it as well. So who do you think looks the hottest?"

"…why Seth of course." I said just to fuck with him, "He's just my type."

"WHAT?" Seth and Paul yelled at the same time. Seth was red as a tomato while Paul's jaw nearly hit the floor. I was laughing so hard, my stomach started to hurt. Embry and Jacob were snickering at the looks on Seth and Paul's faces.

"Did you really think I would say you Paul? You are too arrogant for your own good; you are not every person's fantasy. "

"But Seth?" He said in disbelief.

"Why not Seth? He's absolutely adorable, has a lovely personality, it's obvious he has a good heart and respectful. Anybody would be lucky to have a guy like him." I was mostly saying that to embarrass Seth but as I looked at him, I could tell my words had an effect on him.

"Seth? Did I offend you? I'm sorry, I say stupid things all the time, just ignore me." I asked out of concern, going over to him and touching him on the arm.

I could not help but notice how hot he was temperature wise. He was burning up like a furnace.

"It's fine. I, uh, have to leave." Before I could say anymore, Seth was out the room and practically flew out of the door. I felt like a complete pile of horse shit.

I am such a loser.

A/N: The end of Chapter 2! To be completely honest, I didn't think I would make it this far. I'm that bad at updating and sticking to stories. Anyway, poor Luc, he feels like poo for teasing Seth. Seth…isn't exactly mad more like completely mortified…and totally happy. Teehee. ON TO CHAPTER 3!

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