Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and I own the plot X)

AN: thanks for the positive feedback people! it made my stomach fill with happy butterflies :) I'm so sorry i haven't updated in what seems like forever and has possibly been! I've had a bad case of writers block and too much school work :( But here is the second chapter! It's a long one.

"Tonight?" I shrieked and dad only grinned. I knew that grin, it was the same grin Xander wore that meant "ha ha, you fell for it cause you're gullible" type of grin.

"No, silly. We're leaving on Saturday and arriving on Sunday." He laughed and I felt relieved. It was nice to feel the relief after the previous gruelling days of dad being locked up in his study and not talking. He must be excited about meeting Gramma and Xander, well he wasn't the only one. He got up from his chair and pat my back.

"You better get packing Morrigan. It's only Wednesday." He said truthfully and headed down towards the study. I shook my head with a smile as I took the stairs two at a time. I was looking forward to starting afresh in a new place, even though I had no idea where that new place was.Maybe I'll google it! I thought with a smirk and pulled out my brown Louis Vuitton suitcase.

It didn't take me long to pack my clothes. Okay, I lie. It took me five hours to go through what clothes I wanted and what clothes I would actually need for the exotic climate of La Push. And by the time I was finished there was a massive pile of unnecessary one offs (I'd bought impulsively) in the very centre of my room.

"Morrigan, what are you doing?" my dad asked with arched eyebrows standing at the foot of my bed. I looked at him confused.

"Packing?" I said genuinely and he just shook his head and laughed.

"Why are you packing like we're going on a holiday? Where we will be living it's going to be cold. Very cold." he said, looked at my bewildered expression and laughed. He ruffled my hair and walked out of the room, leaving me to unpack...AGAIN.

After the fifth time of repacking and shipping off my old clothes to goodwill, i collapsed in a heap on my bed, knocked out cold.

The days blurred into one another and almost too suddenly it was Saturday. I decided to take my baby for a little joy ride around Beverly hills, for one last memory of my birth place. You're probably wondering what my baby is, and i can assure you, it's not a real human child. My baby is a CBR600RR Honda motorcycle. It has a black finish with a splash of white and electric blue on the tyres. I love my limited edition paint job and have had it since my seventeenth birthday.

After five hours of cruising around the sunny suburb called beverly hills, i decided to call it a day and head home. Two rental trucks were parked in front of our house and there were boxes everywhere. I parked my baby in the garage and walked over to my dad and took off my helmet. Dad introduced me to the movers and kept on talking while I stood there patiently. Dad was asking the man lots of questions about La Push, since the movers where from La Push and seemed very interested in what the movers had to say. I on the other hand had gotten sick of listening to dad ask questions and decided to head into the house.

I threw my old leather riding jacket on the bed and peeled off my clothes before jumping into the shower. I shivered growing accustomed to the feeling of the hot water beating against my back. I massaged my scalp with my favourite coconut shampoo and hummed along to the song in my head. After the designated five minutes of leaving in the shampoo, i rinsed it out and applied some peach conditioner. My humming had become obnoxiously loud until I actually started singing the words.

"Baby, baby, baby oooooooooooh" I sang, singing into my conditioner bottle dramatically and horribly out of tune. A deep chocolate smooth chuckle sounded from my room and I stopped singing.

"Who's there?" I said curiously, shutting off the shower to hear better. There was shuffling of feet and then the mystery person was gone. I wrapped my towel around myself and ignored the previous event. I walked into my room and got into my pajamas seeing as we were having no visitors and it was almost five in the evening. Yes, I'm one of those people who is always in their pj's after three o'clock. It seemed to be a ritual for me and as soon as I got home from school, I'd change into my pajamas and go about my usual tasks. No one thought anything of my odd habit because I'd been doing it ever since i was five years old.

I threw my towel into the hamper knowing our maid Rosita would send it to me in La Push after she did the washing. Dad was down stairs talking obnoxiously loud on the phone to somebody and I couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"...yes, yes that would be lovely. I'm sure she'd love to meet you, love...yes love, I'll be sure to tell her when she's ready..." I couldn't help but notice how dad called the person on the other side "love" and was instantly suspicious. It was obviously a woman, since dad called her love in such a well, loving tone. I stepped behind the wall for pre-caution if dad happened to look my way.

"...okay, well I'll see you tomorrow love...it was so nice to hear your voice after all this trouble that's been going on...yes i know love, but...yes, well...okay, well i have to go...bye love." he said finally and hung up. I waited a few seconds and walked into the kitchen casually as if I had not heard the conversation between dad and the mystery lady. He looked up from his laptop as the one floorboard squeaked under my feet. I cringed and dad smiled.

"Hiya Morrigan," he said gaily.

"Hey dad," i said, equally happy. Dad's emotions were so contagious and he always seemed to have a glowing confidence that everyone else thrived on.

"Are you excited dear?" He said again, but looked at his laptop and began typing furiously.

"Of course! We're moving! What couldn't be more fun than that?" I said excitedly and he smiled with approval. We sat in silence as I ate my toasted sandwich for dinner, while he typed away on his laptop. I finished my sandwich and stood up to wash the plate. While I clattered around in the kitchen, dad came up to give me a kiss on the cheek and whisper goodnight.

"Night dad," I said sleepily and headed up the stairs to my bare bedroom and collapsed on the bed, eager for tomorrow.

And so tomorrow came, brighter than the previous day and hotter than the last. A few nights before dad and I had an argument about whether I should ride my baby and dad take the car. It ended quite shortly after I pulled the twitching nose and the puppy dog eyes out, which he melted at as usual. So here I stood, in front of my old house, saying goodbye to Rosita and dressed in my full riding gear. Rosita was getting teary while I hugged her and started mumbling in Spanish.

"Oh, beautiful girl. How I will miss you!" she said and hugged me tight. I, myself started to water at the eyes and took a step back.

"Don't worry about me Rosita! I'll miss you too!" I said finally crying and wailing. She hugged me one last time before saying goodbye to my dad. I hopped on my baby and saluted her in which she rolled her teary eyes. I followed dad and watched as she became a blurred dot in my rear view mirror. I was going to miss Beverly Hills.