Not entirely certain about the placement of Bella n' Eddy at this point, so this chapter may disappear in the future if it creates plot holes, then again this is a fanfic based on a book by Meyer sooo….

"Rachel!" Dad's voice sang up the stairs. That tone said he wanted me to entertain Noah because he was annoying the rest of the family

I ended up taking him to Forks, to buy something for the G-pig. We were heading towards the pet shop when he dragged me into another one.

"Wha-?"

"We might need a tent," he said high pitched.

"Now what the he-"

"In case we need to make a fort," he said, spinning to face me and using his serious voice. The girl who worked there looked up from shelf-stacking and grinned in appreciation for Noah's planned correct use of a tent. She had brown hair, odd brown eyes and she was the palest white I'd ever seen. I looked round the shop, camping gear and hiking stuff all over the place.

"Look at this one!" he said, stretching out the 'oo' in look. "It has three compartments. Toaster could live in this,"

"Yeah," I agreed strolling over to it "The day you convince mum to fork out $400 for a guinea pig bed I'll be right behind you with my own list of 'necessities'."

"Mum won't buy me it," his big puppy dog eyes looked up to meet mine.

"And where will I get $400?" I exclaimed.

"You could do my job," the girl smiled at Noah.

"$400 an hour?" I asked hopeful.

She laughed "No, no. More like 7," she grinned. I wrinkled my nose.

"Pass," answered. Something out the window caught her eye, and I followed her gaze. There stood a guy waving at her, a smile on his face that reached peculiar gold eyes. I let my jaw drop, he was pretty fit. Although his skin was insanely white, the sort you'd mistake for paper or a whiteboard, so much so I almost had the urge to draw on it with a Sharpie. His eyes then flicked to mine, a confused expression on his face, that almost looked concerned. I dropped my eyes, something about him freaked me out, like the other night when I'd met my mystery man, I felt as if being here I was on enemy territory, and this guy was one of the bad guys. A hot guy, but still a bad one at that. Noah skipped to my side, and noticed the guy we had been looking at for a good few minutes.

"He looks like a vampire," he hissed to me. I smacked him gently on the head, but the girl laughed and the guy chuckled, as if he had heard him.

"Sorry," I said, "Noah doesn't know about tact yet,"

"It's fine," she waved it off, along with her 'vampire' who gave a last crooked grin and strolled silently onwards. "He gets that a lot,"

It was my turn to laugh "Really? I'd be pissed if my boyfriend was frequently mistaken for a bloodsucker," I said picking up a spotty water bottle, and checked inside. I looked up in time to catch her twisted expression. "I'm Rachel" I offered "I'm new," I gave her an apologetic smile.

"Bella," she replied "Edward's not my boyfriend-"

"No way!" I answered "You two were way obvious, someone should ask someone out!" she didn't ask for my advice, but I'd never been asked for advice before, I just gave it out.

"We're married," she said shyly. I gawped, speechless for a moment. She was only a year or two older than I was, I couldn't even fathom being married. Well, maybe to that sexy slow motion shooter I met the other day. Life with him forever didn't sound too bad.

"Wow," I managed to spit out.

"So if you're new how come I haven't seen you around before now? Newcomers don't exactly get overlooked around here," she recovered the conversation for me.

"I'm in La Push," I said "Surrounded by those topless guys," I grinned.

She looked worried. "That must be nice," she muttered, without her heart actually in it.

"Yup," I answered, scanning around for my little brother. He had settled quite comfortably inside one of the tents.