A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad that you guys like it!! I was a bit nervous about sharing this, but I'll try to keep updating regularly. CPOV-Chelsea's Point of View.

(CPOV)

I pulled up to the house in my green Chevy Malibu. The moving truck was parked in the driveway, but the back was still locked. I climbed out and leaned against my car, looking at the tiny, home that was now mine. Cozy, I thought. That was the way the real estate agent had described it. I walked over to the huge moving van and pulled keys to it from their hiding place in the glove compartment. My dad had driven it all the way here from the east coast, but was too eager to get back to work than to help me unpack. He had hired movers, but they had yet to show up.

I opened the back and my eyes widened at the sheer fullness of the van. How did it even make it this far without collapsing with all that stuff in it?

I grabbed the first two boxes and headed inside. I had to start somewhere. I opened the door and it was even cozier on the inside. There were only a few rooms: a living room, a kitchen with enough room for a small table and a few chairs, a bedroom, and a bathroom. They were the only rooms a person needed. But where was I going to put everything?

I set the boxes down in the rooms they were marked for and headed outside to continue the work. A gold SUV had pulled up along the side of my house and two huge men sat inside. Thank God the movers are here.

They climbed out and the driver made his way towards me. "I'm hoping you're from the moving company?"

The older man laughed under his breath. "No, ma'am. My name is Sam Uley and this here is Jacob Black. I am the head of the town council and Jacob is my number two. We're here to welcome you to La Push."

I didn't quite understand. I had moved a lot when I was younger, and never before had anyone welcomed me, let alone the two highest ranked people in town.

"Hello. I'm Chelsea Kendall. Thanks for the welcome." I motioned towards the truck. "I'd invite you inside and offer you something to drink, but as you can see, my couch and everything I own is awaiting the arrival of the movers."

Jacob almost blushed. Although he was younger, he was much larger than Sam. "I'd be happy to help you out."

(JPOV)

Is this imprinting? She was so pretty, and reminded me of someone I had known before…

"I would really appreciate that," she said. "I hate to put you to work after you've come here just to welcome me, but I don't know if I can handle this by myself."

She was just like her. She looked almost pale enough to be a bloodsucker, but she didn't smell enough to be one. She had the same chocolate hair, but cropped short, framing her face.

"I'll let you two have at it," said Sam. He had predicted my fascination with this girl, and he was right. "Emily was just starting breakfast when I left, and I can't pass up her cooking." I wouldn't have noticed him leave if his SUV wasn't so loud.

I walked over to the truck with three long strides and grabbed four boxes with ease, two in each arm. I was half trying to impress her, and half trying to get the job done so I could learn more about this girl.

We passed each other and she giggled at my full arms. "You can cut my time in half!"

When the movers finally arrived, she was obviously relieved. "I'm not used to all this work, to be honest," she said. She led me inside her small house and I sat down carefully on a pile of boxes. She opened the fridge in the kitchen and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. She poured two glasses as she continued on, "I spend all my time in books and studying. I've never even had a job."

She handed me the cool glass and I sipped it gratefully. "How old are you, Jacob?"

"16," for the past forty years.

"I'm 18."

"How did you manage to get your own place?"

"My dad is the police chief over in the next town, Forks, and so I came out here to be closer to him while I'm in college. He gave me the option of living on campus or my own place, and I took the obvious option," she smiled as a rosy blush came across her cheeks. For a few seconds, it was like I wasn't looking at Chelsea, new girl to La Push, but her.

"Why didn't you move to Forks with your dad? Not that I'm not glad you're here, I just don't see anything alluring about La Push." I tried to flirt, but I was so rusty I couldn't tell if my attempts worked or not.

"Well, he thought it was safer here, a lower crime rate or something, but he put me right on the boundary of Forks and La Push, so technically I'm not in either town."

A/N: I'm not so good at portraying Jacob, but I've read worse. Review!!