I do not own twilight, just Trey her sister and just about anything else unfamiliar.

Jake grasped the sides of the sink and looked at himself hard in the mirror. He didn't look like he was losing his mind, yet he had just told his best friend that a hypothetical Quil had always thought she was beautiful. Trey was a smart girl. She knew that he was talking from the heart. He was an idiot.

He swept his satiny black hair back from his face as he walked to his room. She was gonna kill him. . . but she hadn't yet. In fact, she'd smiled. Then the turmoil started. He liked Bella. Trey liked Paul. It would never work. But he couldn't deny it. When he thought about her impish grin on that ledge, he smiled. When he thought of how she looked standing there before she jumped, his skin burned, his breathing quickened. When he thought about how it felt to lay on that ground wrapped up in her, Jacob felt strange. It took him a moment before he realized that he was longing to hold her like that again. Shit, he thought, I'm falling for my best friend.

Trey fidgeted around her room. She tried to sit and download music to her computer, but she thought about Jake's favorite songs. She sat on her bed, but realized that the stuffed animal she was wringing the life out of was the one Jake had given her for her thirteenth birthday. She immediately tossed it at the head of the bed and jumped up. She cranked up her Ipod speakers and pressed play. The Good Life, by Three Days Grace, Paul's car, Paul's smile, Jake's reaction to the invitation, Jake's arm around her as he tried to make amends . . . Damn it. She swatted at it until she resorted to ripping it out of the dock. God. Did everything point to Jacob Black?

She looked around her room irritably. She saw the picture they had taken at the beach not long ago. Trey was wrapped in Jake's arms leaned back against his chest. He had leaned in and rested his head against hers and they were both smiling broadly. Trey had taken it of course. She traced the signature white ribbon she wore in her hair and smiled. He always tugged that bow.

"Ugh," she huffed as she fell dramatically back onto her bed.

God... now how to get Jake out of her head. What was something he hated? She sat up and looked at her Ipod, grinning evilly. Take that Jacob Black, she thought.

She snatched the thing up and took the stairs two at a time to the living room. She plugged her electronic savior into her home entertainment system. Her younger sister Sarah (Yes she got the normal name) poked her head around the column archway that led into the kitchen. Sarah was quite sure that Trey's impending Sweet Sixteen birthday was causing her to go mad, and secretly hoped the world ended before she made it to that age.

Trey was dressed in a yellow baby doll tee, white cotton shorts and what appeared to be fluffy terrycloth flip flops. Sarah stared wide-eyed. Their matching raven hair was tied up the same: in a knot with a white ribbon tied around it.

"Um . . . T-Trey?" she asked nervously.

Trey started at the sound of her sister's voice. Sarah was only a year younger than Trey, and was built close to the same. She smiled. This wasn't normal. Trey usually yelled at her sister or something to that effect.

"Saaarah!" she said thoughtfully. Oh God.

"Trey? Are you drunk?" Sarah asked fearfully, "Or is it drugs?"

"No, retard, we're going to have a silly girly moment."

Sarah's eyes widened. Oh something was definitely not right.

"Um –"

Trey hit the play button and cranked up the volume. Katy Perry blared through the house. She danced around psychotically and grabbed Sarah's hands. At first Sarah was still scared, but after a second began dancing around with her sister. They grabbed utensils and began to sing into them at the top of their lungs. Oh what a sight.

Paul pulled up to Trey's house. He was a little early, but he noticed Jake walking up beside the car. Good, they could leave early either way.

"Hey, man, are Quil and Embry coming?" Jake shook his head.

"Quil's grounded for some ungodly reason and Embry had to help his mom," he replied.

They frowned at each other as they heard the God awful noise pouring out of the house.

"Is that-" Paul started.

"Katy Perry," Jake whispered, horrified.

They both paled slightly as they approached the porch. Jake was brave enough to knock, which wasn't heard at all. Being practically part of the family, he opened the door cautiously as if there had been a bomb planted inside. Paul and Jake looked at one another at the sight they beheld.

By the time they arrived, Trey and Sarah had made it to Waking Up In Vegas. The girls we're dancing around bouncing and shaking their hips in time with the music. They were punching the air when it wasn't their turn to "sing" of course. Paul's jaw dropped as he watched them. Jake looked down and crossed his arms over his chest, then proceeded to cover his face with his hand.

"Well," Jake muttered, "She's officially a chick."

Paul grinned. Wow. She had a crazy side. And she was absolutely adorable when she was showing it. About that time, Trey noticed them standing in her living room. She froze and swallowed as she realized exactly who it was. She dove for the remote and switched Katy off to deal with her guests.

"Katy . . . Perry?" Jake asked exasperatedly.

She blushed. Sarah had somehow escaped the whole situation and disappeared. She tossed the wooden spoon onto the couch quickly as if trying to dispose of evidence and look innocent. She smiled vaguely and spun to go change clothes. Paul chuckled. Jake shot him a look.

"What?" he asked, "Jake you can't say she wasn't absolutely adorable."

Jake mumbled something that sounded like "I guess". Paul chuckled again. He was about to have a great night.

Trey scolded herself the whole time she pulled on a light blue shirt and buttoned on her white denim shorts. Lock the door. She knew she'd forgotten something. Now the gorgeous boy downstairs was going to think she was losing it, just like her sister did. She slipped on her Mark Ecko's and took a deep breath as she placed her hand on the doorknob. When she came downstairs, Paul smiled warmly. She felt butterflies. Jake intercepted her and wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders. Paul looked amused.

"You're in back," he said politely to Jake.

Trey looked between them. Jake looked ready to snap and Paul just smiled, but it was a challenging smile. Great, she thought, battle of the egos. Jake, however, smiled suddenly. Trey grew nervous. When Jake smiled like that . . . well the end result almost always was grounding or suspension from school.

"Hey, Trey, you gonna be mad if I bail? I mean I'd be like a third wheel . . .right?" No.

"We-ell . . . if you don't wanna go . . . I mean Paul and I can have fun without you . . ." Ha! Take that traitor.

"I might still show up, but since you guys are kinda going on a date . . . Billy had said something about going up to visit Charlie and Bella." Bitch! Ugh! Low blow asshole!

"Well, have fun with that, I guess," she replied sweetly, "Don't wait up, I'll just see you on the road tomorrow . . . if I'm up that early."

Paul raised an eyebrow and opened her door. She smiled and pecked him on the cheek and slid in eyeing Jacob triumphantly. The rage in his face was evident. She wrinkled her nose and wiggled her fingers in a wave. Paul started to shake Jake's hand but settled for shutting the door and going around the car. Jake spun on his heel muttering crankily as he headed back toward his house. While she was busy looking smug, Paul slid into the driver's seat . . . gracefully she might add.

"Um . . . did I miss something?" he asked with a laugh as he started the car. The beast under the hood purred. Trey fought off a shiver.

"Nope, not a thing," she said. He chuckled and shifted it into gear.

Trey smiled as she forced her mind off of her best friend and back on her date with Paul. She looked over at him realizing that she had no idea how to act. He flipped on his Ipod and began to scroll through the songs.

"Now, now," she flirted, "Its dangerous to do that and drive, you know?"

His eyebrows shot up as she slid the device from his fingers. It escaped neither of them that with the smallest of touches, they jerked back a little. As Trey scrolled through his music, she came across a playlist titled Running Music. She eyed him. She began to go through it. There were a few she had never heard before, but a good percentage of them were the same as hers.

Paul shifted skillfully as she delved into his musical preferences. She kept peering at him, trying not to get caught. She set it on some random song, deciding, he supposed, that it would be better that way. Framing Hanley blared in the speakers. Paul turned it down.

"So . . . you're a Katy Perry fan?" he teased. She blushed and faced him full on.

"Yes, yes I am. And if you ever repeat what you saw tonight you'll die in your sleep." Paul laughed out loud.

"Deal," he said as he sobered. She looked at him carefully, surveying every detail. His eyes drew her in as they sparkled.

"What?" he asked.

"Er-nothing." She looked away quickly. Paul smiled at her.

"So, you like Framing Hanley?" She smiled at the boy before her. He looked far older than his sixteen years.

"Yeah," she said, a little enthusiastically, "But Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin top my most played list . . . I'm kinda into everything though. . . ."

"Me too."

"Couldn't tell," she teased tapping the Ipod in front of her. Paul smiled.

"So, this car? You had to buy the one I wanted huh?" Paul raised an eyebrow.

"This is my baby. I've worked since I was eleven to save up half the down payment. My dad matched what I had saved. Ergo, the sweet ass ride."

"You. Work," She said slowly and seeing the look on his face, " I- I mean I always thought you were a 'spoiled little rich kid'."

She winced at her own honesty. Paul was amused.

"Well, my parents are rich. Not me. And everything I've ever gotten I worked for."

"What do you do?" He lifted a brow again.

"You really want to know all this?" She nodded eagerly.

"Okay, well a lot of here and there stuff, but mostly I work for my grandpa on his ranch. Fixing fences, etc. It pays my notes," he said nonchalantly.

She tilted her head to the side and studied him in a new light. He was cocky because he had a reason to be. Huh. Never would've guessed.

"So . . . This is what I know about you," he said smiling at her, "You're in my class, right? You'll be sixteen in five days, and you like various music artists," this gained a faux glare, "and you're probably the prettiest girl on the rez."

Oooh. He was smooth. She felt the competitive streak flare inside her. He wanted to play like that? She could too.

"Right. And here's what I know about you: You're cocky, you have a reputation for being a man whore, you have a great taste in music and cars, and you're a little different than I expected."

"What were you expecting?"

"Well, for starters, I didn't really expect you to ever speak to me."

"Why's that?"

"Okay, here's where it gets a little offensive… You always hang out with the 'in-crowd'. Me? So not even close to the 'in-crowd'. Jake, Quil and Embry? Same lyrics different tune. You avoid us; we avoid you. I mean it's like a law of the universe or something. You belong among the 'beautiful people'. The 'beautiful people' don't pay us any attention." She eyed Paul cautiously.

"So am I to take that to mean you think I'm beautiful?"

She gasped at his bluntness. Well…yeah…but she wasn't telling him that. He smiled at her.

"Yes," she answered honestly. Crap. He smiled and reached for her hand.

A/N: This chapter was inspired by actual events... well the Katy Perry part anyway... Yes that's right, I was caught dancing around singing at the top of my lungs to Waking Up In Vegas... Go ahead Laugh... Fun Fun... Anyways, there's one more chapter before we start to graze the New Moon part... But I had to set the stage, you know? Reviews are very welcome, please please please let me know what you think!