A/N: Hey guys (: a new chapter! I'm sorry it's kinda late, I had loads of homework over the weekend. Anyway, this is sort of a filler chapter. Jacob and Gabby meet next chapter. Enjoy! Read and review? Thanks (: -AniaCrimsonWolf
Gabby's POV
I woke up with a start as a blaring voice announced that we had 15 minutes to landing. I rolled my head and heard my neck crack. Sighing, I undid my black scrunchy from my wrist and I pulled my boring, black hair into a messy knot and just as I was reaching for my bag, I saw Ms. Petoskey stir out of the corner of my eye. It had been a long flight and after about two hours of talking to her I had learned that she had a son called Paul who was 18 years old and had rage issues…in other words a typical teenage boy.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to ignore the queasy feeling in my stomach as the plane hit the ground. Getting out of the plane was chaotic as usual, immigration and customs were quick and after I finished collecting my suitcase I pulled my jacket on and stepped out of the building walking around a couple of times, trying to find someone who looked even remotely like Emily. I didn't but what I did see was Ms. Petoskey waving frantically at me, standing beside a tall guy. He was attractive I guess, but there was something about him that put me off. Deciding to go up and talk to them, I made my way across the first road and onto the dividing pavement. They were closer now and I could see what it was that put me off, he was too bulky, too muscular for my liking. Ms. Petoskey looked positively impatient now so, hurrying, I stepped off the pavement…and straight into Emily's warm hug.
Emily's POV
I scanned the crowd of people coming out of the airport building, looking for Gabby. Paul's mother was already out and according to her she had been seated beside a 'very nice girl' called Gabby. I couldn't be sure but I hoped it was the Gabby I was looking for. A while later, I noticed a willowy frame come out of the building. She had jet black hair that was piled on the top of her head in a messy bun and wore a loose white hoody. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Maggie, Paul's mother wave her hand in the air and the girl looked up, missing me but noticing Maggie's wave. She seemed to hesitate for a second before walking towards us. She crossed the road and I saw her pink lips pulled into a slight, dreamy smile. Classic Gabby. I rushed towards her and a split second before I pulled her into a hug, her expressive midnight eyes met mine and the usually pensive expression she wore changed to happiness.
"Gabby" I squealed keeping my arms around her neck, "I'm so glad you could make it, you haven't changed one bit"
I felt her body quiver and heard a delicious giggle escaped her.
"neither have you Emz" she replied and pulled back with a wide grin. I was being honest when I said she hadn't changed. Of course the once cute nose had now become straight, dainty and proud and her high cheekbones were now prominent and more beautiful than ever. Her rosebud lips had changed and now the upper lip was a little thinner than the bottom lip which pouted out provocatively. But the little Gabby was still there in the way her usually huge eyes crinkled to tiny slits when she smiled, the way her cheeks were always rosy, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and intelligence. She was still Gabby, just a little older.
"Okay, so you've met Maggie, that's her son Paul" I said, gesturing vaguely in Paul's direction. She smiled her trademark single dimpled smile, the one that could blind a guy. It obviously stunned Paul because when I looked towards him he was standing there, his lips tilted upwards in an honest to god smile. No one could make Paul smile at their first meeting, it was impossible and yet Gabby had done it. Clearly, I wasn't the only one who was shocked. Maggie, who was standing beside Paul, looked just as stunned as her son and in her eyes I saw a glint of what could have been respect.
Gabby's POV
The drive from the airport to La Push was quite long and Paul talked to me effortlessly, which seemed to have shocked his mom and Emily into absolute silence. I don't see why people just assume others are anti-social or lack social skills. They all seem perfectly fine.
The weather was quite cold for summer. The sun peaked through the grey clouds occasionally. According to Paul, it rained almost every day which was fine with me. I love the rain and the way it makes everything look new and shiny. I like the smell of the rain and I love the wind. Even thunderstorms, which most people find annoying and loud, I think they're pretty cool. The way the lightning sort of dances around the sky to the music of the thunder can be quite interesting.
We reached La Push an hour and a half later and Paul had told me everything about La Push and invited me to a beach party. This sort of confused me because the only dependable thing about Forks weather was the rain. I thanked Paul and moved to the back to say goodbye to Ms. Petoskey. I noticed Emily sneak off to the back, probably trying to beat me to my suitcases, so I stepped around the car and towards the boot and before Emily could do much, I pulled down my suitcase and my duffel bag. After a 5 minute glare down I finally won and Emily led me towards her pristine white house. Something about the beautiful vines creeping up the wall and the warm yellow curtains gave me the feeling that this summer was going to be special.