Title: Gloaming
Author: Readingmama/Vampiremama
Beta: AcrossTheSkyInStars

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. No copyright infringement is intended.

Continuity: AU
Rating: M for sexual situations and violence.

A/N- Hey everyone, I just wanted to let you know to expect an update about once a week with this story. It is much more intense to write for me than Sinful Thoughts so there is no way I can update 2-3 times a week with it. But once a week is still pretty good, right?

Chapter 2

QPOV

I had hung out with John the night before. He was an alright guy but he was definitely a follower and not a leader. I was usually okay with doing my own thing but it was nice to have company every once in a while. We didn't have a whole lot in common, but that was normal for me. Guys my age were more interested in girls and sports rather than math and reading. Luckily for me, I did speak the international guy language of video games.

When I had told my mom and dad that I wanted to change schools, their immediate thought was that I was being bullied. The truth was, most of the kids at school left me alone. I wasn't picked on, I was ignored, and that was almost worse in my mind. I wanted to go to Forks High because it was a better school. Most of the people who grew up on the rez tended to stay and find jobs there. It's just the way things were, but I wanted to go away to college and study. With most of the teachers assuming that we were all going to be in the trades, they didn't give you much help off school time. That was if they were even qualified enough to help.

Once I had convinced my parents that the reasons didn't involve the lunch money shakedown or me getting myself stuffed into a locker, they finally agreed to check it out. I was excited and ready to meet new people and actually learn something. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't the smartest kid in the world, but I truly enjoyed learning things and so it made me a decent student.

"Quil, can you come in here please?" my mother's voice called from the living room. The floorboards creaked as I made my way through the hallway, the house showing its age.

She was sitting alone on the couch. My father was out for the night with his friends, Sam, Jared, and Embry. My parents gave one another a Friday night each month to take off on their own and recharge. It always seemed to work as both ended up being happier the next day. Of course it could've had something to do with one of them coming home three sheets to the wind and the muffled noises I heard coming through the walls, but it's best not to think of that. After the first time it happened, I bought some heavy blankets to hang on the wall. My dad was all proud because they were native blankets and he thought I was celebrating my heritage, when really I was just trying to save him therapy bills later in life.

"What's up mom?" I asked.

"Goodness, are you growing again?" she started but then changed course. "I got a call from Forks high yesterday and everything is a go for you to transfer. You'll be starting there on Monday."

"That's fantastic mom, thanks," I said hugging her. She always smelled like baking even if she hadn't touched the oven all day. It was one of the best things about her.

My mom was really great. She taught Yoga in Forks for a few hours every morning during the week. She had been doing it for as long as I could remember. Yoga, that is. She had only been teaching it for six years. Before that she was just a stay at home mom, but when Rebecca and I were both in school, she wanted something to do. It seemed like a boring way to work out to me, but she liked it, so whatever.

She was one of the coolest mom's I knew but I think it's because she was still so young. Well, compared to the other moms. My mom was twenty and my dad eighteen when they had me. They said that they were married when they did, but I'm not dumb, I can do basic math. I was five months old when they got married. It didn't bother me. I knew that they didn't get married just because she was pregnant. It was obvious to me that they loved each other, and after fifteen years, I was pretty sure that wasn't going to change.

I think they tried to lie, tried is the operative word there because my mom can't lie for shit, to keep me from being sexually active. It's laughable really. I couldn't find a girl I was interested in, and if I did, I'm pretty sure she would have wanted nothing to do with me. Besides, the last thing I wanted to do was get a girl pregnant and be stuck in La Push or Forks for the rest of my life. The world was way too interesting not to be able to see it.

I pretty much looked like the runt of the litter. I had been the shortest kid in my class, and yes, that included the girls, until school started this year and I had a growth spurt. I still wasn't anywhere near the tallest but at least I had most of the girls beat now.

"Are you going to be okay transferring in the middle of a semester like this?" mom asked me. "We can wait until the winter term if that would be easier."

"No, we are only like a month and a half in, I'll be fine," I replied honestly.

The problem with having not many, or really any, friends was that there was no one to tell when you had good news. I sat in my room and thumbed through my textbooks, wondering if I was caught up to where I should be. I read an extra chapter in most of my studies for good measure before I realized how late it became.

While most kids my age were out partying or jumping off cliffs, which I was banned to do, punishable by death, they ironically threatened, I was at home reading or studying. I knew I probably should have made more of an effort but I was hoping that I would meet some more like-minded people when I started at Forks; people who I could actually be friends with. My life was about to change and I hoped it would bring about some excitement.

"Hey Grandpa Charlie," I said as he came in, still dressed in uniform.

"Hey kid," he replied tousling my hair.

One of the best parts of being in a small town is that there is nothing to do, so people have kids early. That meant not only were my parents young but also my grandparents. Grandpa Charlie had been the Chief of Police in Forks since before I was born. He was a man of few words but he had great affection for his family. He loved my dad like he was his own son and, of course, my mother was the apple of his eye.

Every week both Grandpa Charlie and Grandpa Billy would come over for Sunday dinner. The way the two of them devoured their food while they were there made me wonder if they ate anything at all during the week. I knew mom would sneak some leftovers into Grandpa Charlie's fridge sometimes, so I figured he didn't cook much.

"What smells so good?" he asked, giving my mom a quick nod. She rolled her eyes at his inability to emote and gave him a hug.

"Just a pot roast," she replied before stirring something in one of the bubbling pots.

I heard the gravel crunch under the tires of the truck, signaling that dad was back with Grandpa Billy. Mom turned to talk to me but I was already in motion.

"I got it," I said, heading out to help dad with the wheelchair.

Grandpa Billy was in a wheelchair and had been for most of his life. Dad had intended on building ramps for him at our house but hadn't gotten around to it. The list of things for him to do was growing every day and there were things that had to get done before the ramps could make priority. It wasn't a big deal, between the two of us we could get Grandpa up the three stairs and into the house.

"Hey Gramps," I said, teasing Grandpa Billy. He had a vicious sense of humor that he always delivered with a deadpan face.

"Hey champ. What are they feeding you? Did you grow again?"

"Well you know us fifteen year olds, always growing."

"Sometimes I wonder how I can afford to feed my family when I see how much Quil packs away," dad chirped in. I gave him a playful glare and then grabbed the left side of the wheel chair, helping to hoist it up the stairs. The truth was that my dad packed away twice the amount of food that I did and it was beginning to show a little.

Rebecca and mom were setting the table when we arrive in the kitchen. Our tiny table meant to seat four was packed with six table settings. The countertops were in reaching distance so we usually just kept the food off the table and it worked all right.

"Hi, Billy," Bella said, bending down and hugging him.

"Hi beautiful, are you ready to leave my son for me yet?" he joked. It was a running gag he had with her. I thought it was funny until I turned thirteen and then I just thought, ew, that's my mom.

"Did you bring me a ring?" she sparred back.

"Alas, I didn't," he replied sighing for dramatic effect.

"Then I guess I'll keep this one for now." She grabbed my father around the waist and kissed his neck. The worst thing about being in a small town is that there is nothing to do, so people have kids early. This means that they are still young enough to have embarrassing PDA in front of their children.

We sat down to dinner, and as usual, there was enough noise that you would think there were sixteen of us dinning instead of six. That was the way my family worked. Dad, Charlie, and Billy would talk passionately, as my mom called it, about some sporting event. Rebecca would try and talk over them, telling all about her dance class or soccer game while my mom and I would share a quiet smile over the table. Neither of us participated in the ruckus but both enjoyed the show.

"So Quil, your mom tells me you're starting at Forks High tomorrow," Grandpa Charlie said, trying to break me out of my silence.

"Yeah."

"Well if you need someone there right away for any reason, you can call me."

"Sure, sure." Mom raised her eyebrow at me so I replied, "Thanks."

Grandpa Charlie was big on being there for us. My mom spent most of her childhood living with my grandma in Phoenix and I think he still carried some guilt that he wasn't there for her. I don't know why he was so worried; she had evidently turned out fine. I mean, come on; she raised a near-perfect son.

Dinner ended after a rousing round of my mother's semi-famous apple pie. There wasn't a school bake sale that didn't profit heavily from stocking her heaven filled pastries. It was the one thing that could almost silence the entire table. I say almost because there were always lots of moans that accompanied the dessert. Dad had once appreciated so loudly that he nearly choked on the crust.

"Well I have the early shift tomorrow, so I should get going," Grandpa Charlie said, grabbing his jacket. He rarely stayed long after dinner unless there was a game or something on. Small talk was not his specialty.

"Okay, see you next week, dad," mom called out.

"Bye, Charlie," both dad and Grandpa Billy said, the words running over each other.

I helped with the dishes before heading up to my room. I plugged my iPod into my laptop and hit random on the screen. The laptop was older but it still did everything I needed it to do. The speakers weren't the best but they were the only ones that I had unless I wanted to wear headphones.

I gathered my things for the next day. I just had my binders and notepads as I would be getting new textbooks at school. I quickly changed and lay down on the bed, letting the music lull me to sleep.

The frantic beeping of the alarm clock woke me in the morning and I hopped out of bed. It was the most excited I had been to go to school in a long time. Forks High was going to put me on my path for the future. I could feel it.

E/N- Hope you enjoyed a little bit of Quil. Please review.