A/n Hey! I got a way better response than I thought I would so…YEY. I've got a pretty solid plot in the works (which as you can guess is a pretty good thing) but if anyone has suggestions, please feel free to tell me. Who knows, maybe I'll use it? But I'm working on finding pictures for the characters and everything, but you shouldn't expect them till sometime next week? Ish? I may not get a chapter out till next week as well, but if that happens I'll most likely have two to upload, so bonus! I love you guys, if feel like reviewing please do, I'd love to hear what you have to say!

Disclaimer (forgot to do this is the first chapter…opps!) : I don't own anything except Caitlyn, Matt, their mom, Hope and Parker…and other random filler people. But yeah, all credit goes to the Ms. M (AKA the Goddess herself)

Thanks SO much to MadameGenji and wolfhappiness for your encouraging reviews, you have no idea how happy you made. Just know you TOTALLY made my day :)

And lastly, anything with it's own line that it italics that means Caitlyn has ether signed it or written it down…just so people aren't confused at all.

OK! Enough of me…on to the awesomness :)

*~* Good Life *~*

"Caitlyn! Get up! You're going to be late!" I heaved a sigh and threw a shoe at my door. It was my sign that I was awake and had heard her.

I sat up and sighed again. Same nightmare. Same waking up. But different view waking up to. Now I had to deal with the day ahead.

New school. New people. Same stares and inquires that I couldn't answer.

I understood why we had to move, but that doesn't mean I liked it one bit. I didn't, and I let everyone know that.

I tossed off my blankets and walked to my dresser. Skinny jeans, graphic tee with a panda face on it, my black boots, and my leather jacket. I also grabbed one of my light cotton scarves, a crème colored one, to cover the jagged scar on my neck. I ran my hand through my curls and just pulled it all into a big braid. My make-up was simple consisting of foundation, eyeliner, a tiny bit of dark brown eye shadow and mascara. I grabbed my bag, wallet, keys, Zune and cell.

I was as ready as I was going to be.

"Oh, Caitlyn, don't you think you should wear more…color?" was the first thing I heard when I walked into the kitchen/dinning room area. I gave my mom a look and she held up her hands in surrender. I kissed my 13 year old brother, Matt, on the forehead and he grinned up at me.

"Good morning Cait." He said the words while he signed them him his hands. I returned the greeting before putting bread in the toaster.

Matt was the only one in my family who bothered to learn sign language. Despite our obvious differences (age, gender, ect.), we got along very well. He was my translator of sorts to my mom.

"So, Cait, do need me to come in with you to get your schedule and things?" my mom asked over her shoulder, still unpacking dishes. I looked at Matt, wide eyed shaking my head fervently.

He grinned, and my eyes narrowed, "She says that may be a good-" I kicked him under the table and gave him my evil eye and he rolled his.

"She says she can do it on her own, but thanks anyway." I saw her head bob up and down a breathed a sigh of relieve. Things were going to be tough enough with the whole 'no talking' concept without being dropped off by my mother.

Two pieces of toast, endless more annoying questions, and a 15 minute drive later I was standing in front of Forks High School. Ugh.

I was glad my car wasn't the worst in the whole parking lot, but then again, thee wasn't much there. "Hi I'm Parker, do you need help finding the office?" I turned slightly to see a tall guy with ear length black hair and blue eyes. He was insanely pale but his smile was friendly enough. I nodded quickly, digging in my bag to find my notebook where I wrote down things for people who couldn't sign.

"What's you're name?" I walked next to him as he led me to the office.

Caitlyn.

"What's with the notebook?"

Can't talk.

"Man…that blows."

I smiled, I liked this guy.

This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

He opened the door for me and I stepped into the surprisingly warm office. "Ms. Cope? I come bearing a new student in need of a schedule."

"Name?"

I scribbled out my last name and showed it to him.

"Caitlyn Cross."

The sweet looking woman looked between the two of us with curiosity in her eyes. "Ms. Cross here can't speak." I saw the pity in her eyes that made me frown. I hated the pity everyone gave me over my voice which is way I didn't tell Parker to fuck off by now. Because I would have.

"Ok dear, here's you're schedule, a map, and some information about clubs and sports and the like, ok?" I nodded, avoiding her eyes. "Well, you'll need to have all your teachers sign this and make sure to return it to me at the end of the day." I nodded and made a bee-line out of there.

"You don't like the pity ether, do you?" I turned to Parker with a raised eyebrow. "I get it." He pulled up his pant leg and I didn't see skin as I expected to. I saw plastic. "Bone Cancer." He looked into my eyes, searching for the one thing I swore I'd never give out ever again.

Instead I pulled out my notebook.

Man…That blows.

He grinned at me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders and took my schedule from my hands. I hadn't even looked at it yet.

"Check it out; we've got English, math, art, and lunch together. Lucky me." I rolled my eyes at him as he pulled me in a whole new direction. "Hey Hope! Hope! I found me a new girl!" a girl with biggest brown eyes and long black hair with loose curls turned to stare at Parker and me.

"Why must you always pick up the strays?" I frowned at her comment.

"Why must you always be rude to new people?" He countered, pushing me slightly forward. I glanced at him, unsure of how I felt about this girl yet. "This is Caitlyn Cross, be nice because she can't defend herself very well."

My eyes narrowed and I stopped on his foot. "Looks like she's doing just fine," Hope chuckled, holding out her hand to me. "Welcome to the club."

I smiled and shook her hand. Ok, so maybe this new school wasn't going to be all bad.

~ JPOV ~

"Dude, I can't believe you imprinted on some mute chick." I reached out and shoved Paul's shoulder hard. Well, hard enough to knock him off his chair.

"Hey! None of that, I just replaced the table and chairs." Emily called without even stepping out of the kitchen, how does she do that? But my thoughts quickly went back to the girl from the cliff.

I couldn't get her eyes out of my head, it was crazy. They were this deep teal color that looked like water. Well, maybe that was because she was crying…I don't know.

After she was mostly out of sight I shifted and followed her to a medium sized blue house in Forks.

I then proceeded to sit outside her window all night listening to her breathe.

At one point I think she may have had a nightmare because her breathing increased and she kept shifting around. I was all I could do not to break into her house to try and comfort her.

That was earlier this morning, after she woke up I left for Emily's where everyone was waiting to see what happened.

"It's just…seriously? First you fall desperately in love with a leech lover, and now your imprint is clearly damaged goods. Talk about the short end of the stick!"

I growled, ready to jump at him until- "Stop!" we both turned to a fuming Emily holding a wooden spoon and Sam rubbing the back of his head (clearly for her benefit).

"Paul, knock it off. I know you're testy because Rachel went back to school, but just leave Jacob alone."

There was a beat of silence before Emily went back into the kitchen and Sam sat down with the rest of us.

"I just wish I knew her name…" I said, running my hand through my hair.

"Just go to the school and ask around. There can't be too many new girls, let alone ones that can't speak." I shot him a glare.

"I can't do that! It would be creepy! I don't know…I worried that I already messed things up by chasing after her at the cliffs." I sighed, instantly thinking about the way she had sighed when she woke up. It was so soft I almost didn't hear it. And the one made me want to hear thousand more like it.

"Well, you can figure it out at work. Don't you have a shift at Scott's today?" I grunted and stood up. I usually loved working at Scott Locks' garage but today it seemed like a burden.

Today was going to be a long day.

~ CPOV ~

The rest of my school day was good. I had math, gym, history, and lunch with Hope. She turned out to be really awesome. I taught her some simple signs in sign language and she told me embarrassing stories about Parker.

Apparently they had been friends' sense pre-school and they planned on going to the same collage and rent an apartment together.

I got this feeling, but the way she talked about him and looked at him, that she liked him more then just childhood friends.

I didn't bring up my suspicions, if only to stay on her good side. Hope was nice and everything but I quickly learned that she didn't trust easily and she's somewhat emotion. Like, at lunch she tripped over some guys backpack and she threw her apple at him saying that he did it on purpose.

That was pretty scary.

It doesn't take a genius to realize why not very many people talked to me during class. Well, that and at the beginning of each class the teacher would stand up and introduce me. And tell everyone about my…condition. Jerks.

Although, I don't totally mind. I don't think it's a very good idea for me to have a ton of friends. I felt good about the two that I had. Both Hope and Parker gave me their phone numbers and told me to text them if I wanted to hang out at all.

But I survived my first day, which was an accomplishment. After school I went and picked up Matt, who told about his day. In excruciating detail. By the time we got home I literally jumped out of the car, barely taking the keys and my bag with me.

And then it dawned on me.

My mom's car was gone and I didn't have a key to the house. I went and checked-yup. Locked.

I turned to Matt who was leaning against my car.

You knew this would happen, didn't you?

"Heck yeah. Mom's a total flake when comes to things like this."

What now?

"Beach?"

I rolled my eyes, but 25 minutes later Matt was jumping out of the car, not unlike what I had done at home, and ran onto the sand.

This time I parked much further down the beach, just incase those guys were on the cliff again. I didn't want Matt to get any ideas.

That's what stared my thinking of Jacob. Him and his crazy beautiful eyes and skin tone. I pulled my sketch book out of my bag and followed Matt onto the sand.

Matt was climbing on a big tree stump that had washed onto the beach; I whistled to get his attention and signed for him to be careful.

He grinned mischievously, but nodded. So I looked down at my blank page. I began with his eyes.

Jacob's that is.

After a half hour I had a rough sketch him on the page. Not as good as the real thing, but I wasn't sure how I'd ever see him again. I sighed heavily and looked for Matt, but couldn't see him.

I stood up and walked around the stump before I really started to panic. I whistled and heard nothing back. My eyes blurred with tears and wished more than anything that I could scream. I whistled again smoothing my hand over my hair.

"Cait! Cait, I'm fine! I'm over here!" I turned to see Matt down the beach, more towards the cliffs, and I ran.

When I got to him I pulled him into a tight hug, tears falling down my face. "I guess when your drawing I should make sure you actually hear me when I talk."

I smacked him into the back of the head. Then a voice, one I actually recognized spoke from behind me.

"It's partially my fault. He just wanted to check out my car; he told me he was a fan of old VW cars."

I turned to see the face I'd been drawing just moments ago.

Jacob.

A/n #2 : I also wanted to point out that the song titles won't necessarily have anything to do with the chapter, but like this one I felt captured the meaning of the chapter. Just a FYI :) Hope you liked!