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ATTENTION! Wow I sound so head-teacher(ish) anyways, shall I include a lemon in this story? I mean it's gonna be awkward but... I don't know, it seems more people read stories if they have lemons in them. So shall I? Review and tell me :D

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CHAPTER TWO - STEREO HEARTS

My heart's a stereo it beats for you so listen close, hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote. Make me your radio and turn me up when you feel low, this melody was meant for you just sing along to my stereo. Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh to my stereo, oh oh oh oh so sing along to my stereo. I only pray you'll never leave me behind because good music can be so hard to find, I take your head and hold it closer to mine, thought love was dead but now you're changing my mind... - Gym Class Heroes, Stereo Hearts.

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.

Beep, beep. I groaned. Seriously, it felt like I'd had about 10 minutes sleep. Beep, beep. I didn't even dream of anything, it was just a boring nights sleep. Beep, beep. I groaned again, this time slamming the sleep button on my monstrosity of an alarm clock. At least that stopped the noise. Now I can just go back to-

I was cut off from my thoughts by Max licking my face. I groaned again for what felt like the billionth time this morning even though it was only the third.

"Max let me sleep. Please." From someone else's point of view, this would've looked extremely weird. A 20 year old girl whining to her dog about letting her sleep. But nobody else was in the room so I let my whining continue. I cracked an eye open to see Max sitting there with his head tilted to the side and a 'what-the-fuck-woman-stop-your-whining-and-get-me-some-food' look on his face. I just laughed and stroaked the fur around his ears and sat up. I let my joints crack before I begrudgily made my way to the bathroom. Passing Sue on the way out I forced a smile at her. She must've sensed I was not a morning person because she said she'll make me a cup of coffee. I grunted a response and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I checked my reflection in the mirror. I looked like the little girl from The Excorcist. No wonder I haven't got a boyfriend, who'd want to wake up to this in the morning? I started the shower (which took me about 5 minutes because whenever I turned the knob it was either too hot or too cold) and then proceeded to strip down. I noticed the full length mirror on the wall and stared at my reflection, picking on all my faults. Had I gained weight? Oh well, I don't really care at the moment. Then I stepped into the warm heaven. I washed my hair in my favourite shampoo and rinsed it out. Wrapping the towel around me I made a run for my bedroom.

I picked out my clothes for the day and started to dry my hair. Whilst drying my hair, Sue walked in with a steaming hot mug of coffee. I thanked her before she closed the door and continued with what I was doing. After I had done I got changed into my nautical, off the shoulder jumper and a pair of light denim jeans. I put a white vest top under my jumper and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked okay I guess. My boobs looked a little bigger. For a 36C my boobs were an okay size. I then started fix my hair which was in its natural curl stage. They weren't ridiculous. Infact, I actually liked my wavy and loose curls. After a few minutes of wondering what to do I decided to shove it up in a messy bun. Some curls fell out but they framed my face so I was okay with it. I then put on my mascara and some clear lipgloss.

Max must've escaped my room when Sue opened the door because when I entered the kitchen he was already eating his food. I placed my empty cup of coffee in the water Sue had left in the bowl, washed it and then placed it back into the cupboard. Ever since I can remember, I've never ate breakfast. I don't know what it is but even the thought of food in the morning makes me gag.

"You're not going to eat anything?" Seth asked after I had sat down at the opposite end of the table. I glanced at his food wearily.

"Erm no. I don't really have an appetite first thing in the morning..." I trailed off. There was then an awkward silence that followed shortly after. The only sound being Seth and Max devouring their food. I noticed a newspaper in the middle of the table so I picked it up and began to read it.

"So what are you doing today Lydia?" Sue after she had made her breakfast and sat down.

"I was going to start on the arrangements for my grandmother's funeral."

"That's a good idea. Would you like any help honey?" Thinking about it, Sue was one of my grandma's closest friend's. It wouldn't hurt for her to help.

"Are you sure Sue?"

"Of course sweetie. I know how much hard work it can be. It was difficult planning Harry's funeral." Sue smiled sadly.

"I'm... er... gonna head out... bye Mom, Lydia..." Seth announced running out of the back door in the kitchen. Sue just shook her head and gave me an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about him. He still get's upset over his Dad..." She trailed off.

"Don't worry about it. If you don't mind me asking, how did he die?" Oh nice one Lydia. Like she's really going to want to answer that question. And you look like a freak. What kind of person wants to know how someone died?

"I don't mind... he had a heart attack."

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." And I genuinely meant it.

"Don't be sorry sweets. He was a good man, I loved him and when he died it hurt but I kinda got over it, if you get what I mean." More than you know Sue, more than you know.

"Yeah..." I trailed off.

"Anyway what time do you want to head out?"

"Erm... now please?"

"Yeah sure. Let me just take a quick shower first." I smiled at her and then went to wash Seth and Sue's plates and cups. Once I'd finished I went to watch some television. Daytime TV is always boring so I just put Spongebob on. Hey, I might be a bit too old to watch Nickelodeon but there was nothing else on. Plus I like it. Don't judge me. Halfway through the programme there was a knock on the door.

"Lydia, could you answer the door please? I'm just drying my hair." Sue yelled from upstairs.

"Okay!" I shouted in response.

I opened the door to see a tall native man - much like the ones I met last night. Only this time he was more muscley. He was wearing a white shirt that seemed to be a bit too small around his stomach and shoulder area. Oh my god, was I checking him out not-so-dicretely? That's low. I heard the man chuckle so I raised my eyes to his, only to be hit with some weird force. It was like the man was seeing into my soul. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. His eyes were the darkest shade of brown, almost black and they seemed to be mixed with different emotions. Adoration, anger, confusion, lust and... love? Not so sure about the last one. I don't know why but I felt safe and protected around this stranger. After what seemed like hours I finally broke the eye contact. This seemed to break him out of his trance.

"Erm hi, I'm Jacob but my friend's call me Jake." His voice sounded rather husky.

"Wow, can I get pregnant from your voice?" Oh my god did I really just say that?! He's going to think I'm some sort of mentalist. Oh man that's embarassing.

"I certainly hope not." Jacob laughed. At least he found it funny.

"Yeah, that'd be awkward... I'm Lydia by the way." I stuck my hand out for Jacob to shake it. As soon as his hand touched mine it was like an electric current flew through us and I had to pull my hand away.

"Did you um... feel that?" He probably didn't Lydia, you're just being paranoid.

"Yeah actually I did..." HA! Suck on that inner thoughts.

"Oh hi Jacob! Seth isn't home at the mome-" I glanced at Sue to see she was looking between Jacob and me.

"Have you...?" Sue asked. I'm guessing it was at Jacob because I have no idea what she's on about. Jacob just nodded causing Sue to burst out in the biggest smile I've ever seen.

"Congratulations. As I was saying Seth isn't home, was there something you'd like?" She was still smiling.

"Nothing that can't wait. Well I'll see you later Sue, Lydia." Jacob said giving me a smile that made my legs turn to jelly and if I wasn't leaning on the door, it would've caused me to fall on the floor.

"See you soon Jacob." I gave him a smile back. He just nodded and said of course. Then he disappeared into the woods opposite Sue's house. I turned back to Sue who was now smirking.

"What?" I laughed.

"Nothing. Nothing at all..." She trailed off. "Do you want to get going?"

"Yes please." I locked Max in his dog pen and placed a bowl of water in there with him. "Be good Maxwell." He barked a response and I made my way to Sue's car.

"So what kind of funeral do you want for her?" Sue asked on the way to the funeral parlour.

"Well I was thinking of a small funeral. Gam wasn't really into big wedding's and stuff, so maybe just a few close friends. What do you think?" I wanted Sue to be involved as much as possible too because I know how much Gam Gam liked her.

"I was thinking the exact same thing. What about the coffin?"

"Maybe just a traditonal mahogany one. I never really thought about it, I just thought I'd see what was there. What did Harry have?"

"Like you said, just a mahogany. The inside material was just white."

"Yeah, I want white inside Gam's. I always think coffin's with red material looks a bit like something out of Dracula." I laughed.

"I see what you mean." Sue laughed along with me. "What about flowers?"

"Well I was thinking just a few simple wreaths."

"Great idea. I'm getting her just a simple wreath too. She loved blue so maybe different shades of blue."

"She'd like that." I smiled. It feels weird being in La Push and Gam not being here.

When we arrived at the funeral directors Sue said she'd meet me inside. She was just going to put a bouquet of flowers onto Harry's grave. As I stepped into the building I was hit with the sudden feeling of grief. It was a gloomy place. No colours. Nothing. There wasn't even any pictures hanging on the walls. I was also a bit weirded out by the fact that there were dead people in the building. I went up to the reception and told the woman there about my appointment, she then directed me to a room with the name John Williams written on a plaque on the front of the door. Mr Williams was an oldish gentleman with greying hair. He was very kind and sweet and made me laugh a lot. After about half an hour we had the arrangements sorted.

I said thank you to the woman behind the desk and made my way across the street to the graveyard. The cemetery was huge considering La Push was only a small place, so it's going to take me hours to find Sue. Okay maybe not hours but a very long time.

"Sue!" I yelled. Maybe a bit too loud because an elderly couple sitting on a bench gave me a dirty look and a flock of birds flew out of the trees. I mimed the word sorry to the man and woman and started to walk further down the path. After a few minutes I found her kneeling down in front of a grave that was obviously Harrys.

"Sue are you okay?" Her form was shaking and I could see tears falling from her eyes. She turned around upon hearing my voice. Her face was blotchy and her eyes were red and bloodshot. You could see tear tracks down her cheeks.

I knelt down beside her and pulled her into my arms. "Come here. Now what's wrong?" I could feel her tears soaking into my jumper.

"I-I miss him s-so mu-uch. H-Helping you with Mag-gie's funeral made me realise how much I m-miss him... oh my I'm sorry f-for ruining your j-jumper. I'm s-sorry for cr-rying too-"

"Don't be silly. I can put this in the wash. And there's nothing wrong with crying Sue. If you didn't cry once in a while then I'd be seriously worried." Saying this made her chuckle. Only slightly but it was still something.

"You're totally right. You know, you're just like Maggie. It's scary." She laughed. And she was totally right. I was a lot like Gam Gam. Same sense of humour, same views on life, same personality, same everything.

"She was an amazing and incredible woman. She was loving and kind to everyone, just like you. She was always trying to please everyone, even if it meant her being unhappy." Sue reminisced. I liked Sue a lot. She wasn't one of those people that avoided conversations about the death of a loved one. I hate people like that. Who think you don't want to talk about a family member or a friends death. It might sound weird, but I actually like talking about Gam. It makes me feel like she's still with me somehow.

"She was. If I'm only half of a woman that she was, I'll be very happy." I smiled. Sue sighed, smiling also.

"Well come on. We'd better head home, it's getting dark. Unless you want to freeze to death?" Sue chuckled at her own joke.

"I'd rather not thank you." I laughed also.

When we got back to Sue's house she parked the car on the driveway. As I got out I had a prickling feeling at the back of my neck. Like someone was watching me. After a few seconds of debating whether or not to turn around and have a look or to follow Sue into the house, I glanced over my shoulder. I can't believe it. What was he doing here? She must've heard me gasp because Sue was by my side only a few seconds later.

"Lydia what's wrong?" Sue asked panicking.

"He-he's here Sue." I said pointing over my shoulder to where he stood.

"Who's he? Who's her-" I glanced up at her to see that her eyes were the size of saucers. She quickly regained a stiff position, walking towards him and started to speak. Or should I say yell.

"What are you doing here?!" I'm pretty sure that the people in Forks heard her yell. Apart from Gam and my siblings (whom I contacted about Gam's death but have still heard no word from them) Sue was the only one who knew about my past. Gam Gam told her.

"I heard that my daughter was in town and I wanted to see her." God he looked worse than he did before I left. His voice was hoarse and his clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in a while. He had a beard and the shine from the street light made his teeth look more yellow than they probably are. They were also rotting and his hair was long and matted and looked as greasy as a chip fryer. What had he done to himself? It wouldn't suprise me if he was on drugs too.

"To hell you are! You think I'd really let you lay a finger on that girl after everything you've done to her. Do you?!" I could tell from here that Sue was angry. And so was Phil. I knew I had to intervene before Sue got hurt.

"Leave Phil. I don't want to see you ever. You're dead to me." I spat out venomously once I was standing beside Sue. He looked a bit taken back by that. Good, I'm not the little girl he can push around and abuse anymore. His surprise look didn't last long and it was replaced by anger.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" He roared and took a rough hold of my wrist.

* Flashback *

"Where were you?! I expected my dinner on the table 10 minutes ago!" My father yelled. I can't believe I was home late. How reckless of me.

"I had to stay after school. I couldn't leave, my teacher practically forced me to stay. I'm sorry." I rambled getting the pots from the cupboard and the ingredients for dinner. He grabbed my wrist in an iron grip. I knew there was going to be bruises there in the morning, I could already see the red tinge to my skin. Great. How was I going to explain that one? Especially when the bruise will be the shape of fingers. Long sleeves for me tomorrow.

"STOP THAT! I think it's time I teach you a lesson on what happens when you're not on time!" He yelled and drew his hand back, slapping me across the face. He was a strong man. I collapsed to the floor with tears streaming down my face. He then proceeded to punch and kick me in my stomach with all his might. I screamed. Not for help, but to tell him to stop. As soon as the screech left my voice he threw his hand around my mouth.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SCREAMING?! You've just added more amounts of pain on yourself now."

After he was done he left the kitchen with a six pack of beer. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on them, crying my eyes out. A 12 year old does not have to be dealing with this. A 12 year old should be outside playing with her friends. Not being abused at home by her drunken father. 20 minutes later I peeked my head through the door. I could see my father sleeping on the couch, the empty beer cans surrounding him. After I knew the coast was clear I tip-toed to my room. I shut the door and climbed into bed, wincing in pain the entire time. I laid my head on the pillow and fell asleep to the sound of wolves howling in the distance...

*End of flashback*

"LET HER GO!" Sue screamed hitting Phil's back with every ounce of energy she had. Phil just pushed her over with his other hand. Her head smacked the ground with a loud thump.

"SUE! Are you okay? Let me go... please let me go..." I yelled, crying the entire time. "Someone please help me!"

"Do you remember what I told you about screaming?" He said smirking and raising his hand. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for the impact. But nothing happened. He released his iron grip from my wrist. I then heard a growl and snapped my eyes open. All I saw was Jacob holding Phil by his neck. Phil's face was purple and I knew he was struggling to breathe. I saw a few of the guys I had met last night trying to pry Jacob's hand off of his neck but I couldn't hear anything. Just a loud ringing in my ears.

I sunk to the ground and began to cry and shake with fear. I glanced up again just in time for Jacob to punch Phil right in the middle of his face. Sam then paced towards Jacob and whispered something in his ear. Jacob's eyes suddenly snapped towards me and in the blink of an eye he was knelt beside me. I don't know what persuaded me to do it, but I wrapped my arms around his waist and began to cry into his shirt. Just like Sue did to me today. Jacob automatically embraced me in his arms and began to gently rub my back. He shielded me away from everyone else, like a lioness protecting her cubs. I knew that somehow I was safe with him. And that scared me more than anything as I hardly knew the guy.

"J-Jacob?" I whispered. I don't think I had it in me to be any louder.

"Yeah baby?"

"Is S-Sue okay?"

"Yeah, she's awake now. Seth's helping her inside the house."

"Good..." I sighed in relief. "Jacob?"

"Yeah?"

"C-can you take me inside now?"

"Of course baby." He then picked me up bridal style (without any effort I might add) and carried me into the house, up the stairs and into my bedroom. How he knew where my room was I have no idea. He took off my shoes and placed me in the bed. Just as he turned around to leave I grabbed his hand.

"D-Don't leave me. Please. Stay with me?" I couldn't bare to be alone tonight.

"You don't have to ask me twice." He chuckled. I moved over to the other side of the bed and he laid down next to me. It was a double bed so there was enough room. I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and kiss the back of my head.

"Sleep Lydz." I liked his nickname for me.

"You don't have to ask me twice." I chuckled sleepily, copying his choice of words. I then drifted off into a warm and dreamless sleep.

A/N: Well that was chapter two. Like it? Love it? Hate it? I want to know! How cute was Jacob though? Next chapter = Lydia is going to be in for a shock when she wakes up :P Btw sorry for any spelling errors/grammar errors... I cba to spell check it!

By the way, I've never actually planned a funeral before (as I'm only 15) so I have no idea what you have to do. I just kinda guessed :P Also I know La Push doesn't have a funeral director's and their cemetery probably isn't even that huge, but in my story it is. Don't like it? Then piss off... no wait... YOU STILL HAVE TO REVIEW!

P.S: If you review, I'll ask Sam to alpha command Paul to take you out on a date. And then maybe a little more afterwards ;)

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