Sophomore year for the twins! They are beginning the year as fifteen years old, and they can't wait to be sixteen! It is September 7, so they didn't just start their sophomore year. Rachel and Paul are still dating of course, and Becca single, but looking. Leah and Sam have been together sense freshman year. Jacob is a fifth grader and he is ten. From now on, the time period is going smoothly instead of skipping years.

The bell rang and I was excited to get out of school and to the yearly festival that the people on the reservation host on the beach. I walked out of class and smiled at my boyfriend for two years, one month, and two days. He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my forehead.

"Excited about the festival?" he asked while holding my bag so I could get into my locker.

"Of course, why wouldn't I? An entire evening with you, like a dream come true," I fantasized. He smiled and I closed my locker and took my bag from him. We held hands as we got to his truck and I put my stuff in the back. Paul came up to me and stared at me with his intense brown eyes.

I stood up on my tip toes to kiss him. Being only five foot one inch is hard when you're dating someone whose five foot ninish. Paul noticed my struggle, so he grabbed my hips, placed me on the hood of his truck, and kissed me. I tangled my hands in his hair and his tongue traced my lips I pulled back and cocked my head to the side.

"Paul, not at school," I said and he gave me puppy eyes, "I don't care, not at school." He sighed and helped me down from the hood. I got in the passenger side while he was driver. He got his license in July. We drove to the fair while I took off my shirt so I was in only a blue tank top. I was in white jean shorts and my hair was pulled up into a high ponytail. I have to admit that I turned into a girly girl over the years, but I don't mind.

Paul drove with his left hand while he held mine in the right. I smiled and looked out the window towards the woods. Goosebumps rose on the back of my neck as I thought of the Quileute legends. If there were wolves out there, that meant that there were also vampires. So, I imagine that it's just a silly story. I looked at Paul, and studied his face. It's the same Paul that I have always known, but I feel like I get even happier when I see him. He caught me staring, and smirked.

I blushed and looked away. I saw the Ferris wheel in the distance and excitement started rising in me. We parked the car a ways off so we had more time alone when we walked back and forth. We got out and Paul grabbed my hand and kissed it. I giggled. We walked to the fair talking about our day. Paul is the only person in the entire world that knows everything about me. He hasn't gotten angry since eighth grade, and it makes me feel special to know that Paul also depends on me.

We entered the fair, and I looked at all the rides. "Which one do you want to ride?" Paul asked.

I pointed towards the Ferris wheel, "If we can find Sam and Leah, we could ride that." Paul nodded and he searched the crowd and quickly found the happy couple. We quickly got on the ride, and as soon as it reached the top, it turned off.

"Great," I said sarcastically. I looked at Sam and Leah and shouldn't have. They were basically eating each others faces. I leaned into Paul, and he kissed my forehead. I looked up at him, and he kissed me. The ride jerked, and I was thrown into his lap. He kept me from falling by placing both hands on my ass. I held onto his shoulders and stared intensely at him. Was it bad to say that I was extremely turned on? I kissed him eagerly and his tongue slid into my mouth.

Someone cleared their throat, and I turned to see Leah giggling. "And I thought we were bad," she said. Sam just looked at us sternly. Sam always seems like the mature one. Probably because his mom kept him in preschool an extra year, so he's been sixteen since February. He's been moody lately though. I turned back and kissed Paul before I sat back into my seat.

"Am I taking you home tonight?" Paul asked. I shook my head and looked up at the sky. Evil looking storm clouds were forming.

"My parents are going to need me to drive them home for they will be intoxicated," I said and laughed.

We got off the ride, and it started sprinkling. I pulled Paul under a tent that looked a lot like a bar and we sat in there, holding hands and I laid against him tiredly. He eventually wrapped an arm around me so I would be more comfortable. I fell asleep. I woke up in Paul's arms still when I woke up. He was also asleep. I looked outside, and it was pitch black. I checked my phone, and it said nine thirty. I nudged Paul. He jerked up.

"We slept for four hours!" I said and pulled him up. We walked outside in the storming weather and we ran towards his truck. When we got there, we were both soaked, and I was very attracted to wet Paul. I kissed his collar bone, up to his neck. Paul lifted me, and kissed every visible part of my body. Goosebumps formed where he kissed, and eventually I just crushed my lips to his. Kissing in the rain, like a dream come true.

There was a flash of lightening, followed by thunder. I jumped and Paul dropped me.

"Ow," I said rubbing my arm. Paul apologized, and helped me up. I got my stuff out of his car, and saw my parents walk across the beach drunkenly. I gave Paul a quick kiss before I ran off to help my parents.

"I ssaw you kisth that boy," Dad said lazily and I nodded.

"Yes Dad, we've been dating since eighth grade," I said. Dad gave me a shocked look and fell over. "Oh no you don't." I said and dragged him towards our car. Mom was giggling and rolling around. When I helped Dad in the car, I went back to help mom into the passenger seat. She handed me the keys, and I started the engine.

It was pouring so hard, the windshield wipers basically flew off the car. Not to mention it was hard to see because of all the water reflecting the lights. I was scared to death. We got to a clear highway when a green light turned yellow and I tried to slow the car, but it wouldn't. Red came soon after, and I hit the emergency brakes. The car slid and I let go of the wheel and screamed. A bright light came from Mom's window and she smiled at me as if she didn't know we were spinning.

"I love you," She said, and soon after, the truck slammed her side, flipping the car down a steep hill.

"Mom!" I yelled, but the sound of crushing metal covered it. I hit my head on something and the world went black. I woke up and saw bright lights. We were upside-down. I felt my forehead and saw the blood that covered my hand.

"Rachel!" someone called. More blinding bright lights.

"Charlie?" I whispered. The world started spinning and then it was black. I looked around but saw nothing. I couldn't breathe; the air was literally being taken away from me. I started running, but I couldn't, as if I were being weighed down. I gasped in pain, and fell. I started shaking, asking for it to go away, or for it to just kill me. I started crying. I pulled my knees to my chest and literally bawled. I was stuck here in complete pain. Why can't I die now? I cried even more. I saw a bright light, but I cowered from it. It was like it was sucking me in.

"Go away!" I tried to yell, but my voice never reached surface. The pain suddenly ceased, and I let out a sigh of relief. Someone called me, but I couldn't recognize what they were saying.

"Doctor, she's waking!" I tried to get away from the blinding light, but I couldn't. It was giving me a massive headache. My body betrayed me, and my heavy eyelids suddenly fluttered open to see Paul kneeling over my bed, hope filled his eyes. I smiled when I saw him, but then I noticed his tear streaked face. I was super confused now.

"Paul, what's wrong?" I asked grabbing his hand. Something felt funny though, I looked at my hand and saw an oxygen monitor on it along with IVs stuck in me. "What the hell is all this for?" I said and tried to take it off, but Paul stopped me.

"Don't," He warned, "They'll make you feel better."

"Paul what are you talking about?" I asked, "I just have a headache, but I always have one when I wake up, especially from a crappy dream."

"You had a crappy dream?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, I just said so," I said, "Why are you in my room? And why am I in a different bed?"

"You aren't in your room," Paul said quietly. I cocked my head to the side in confusion, and then looked around. There were white walls, a TV, and a water machine along with a small sink. I recognized the room from when we came in to see Jacob for the first time.

"Why am I in a hospital?" I asked. He hesitated but I didn't give time for him to answer, "Did I hit my head cliff diving or something again?" I laughed at the memory from where I went with Paul cliff diving and I smacked my head on a rock.

"Do you remember anything?" Paul asked.

I thought about what could have happened, but my life had been amazing. I thought some more, and there was a flash of bright light, and I flinched. My vision started clouding, and there were black splotches everywhere.

"No," I whispered, "I don't want to go back to the pain." I blacked out again. The pain never came though. My body was so tired it gave out to rest. Then I phased into a dream of a stormy night. There was a teenage girl driving down the road, terrified because of the storm. She wasn't going very fast, but her breaks failed. She slammed on them, but the car slid sideways instead, causing the truck in the left lane to slam into her. The girl screamed a deathly scream before the car ricocheted off a hill. The car tumbled down the hill until it stopped abruptly, upside-down.

My vision faded, and I jerked up into reality. Sweat poured down my face and I was death gripping someone. I looked up, and saw a scared reflection of myself. I reached out to touch the mirror, but touched a soft cheek of this girl. That girl was my sister.

"Becca," I gasped. And she started crying. I started crying along with her. I killed my mother, and maybe even my father. "I'm so sorry!" I gasped.

"Why are you sorry?" She asked and looked at me with a tear streaked face.

"I killed Mom and Dad." I said and started crying.

"You didn't kill anyone. Dad is ok." She reassured me.

"What about Mom?" I asked and my heart was beating rapidly.

Becca shook her head, "She didn't have a chance." My heart tore to pieces. There was an empty hole in my chest and I cried. I cried more than I ever had in my entire life. Becca cried with me and eventually she left, and I was comforted by Paul. He stroked my hair and whispered useless words in my ear. I held onto him as I cried for hours until I couldn't cry anymore. The look on his face was heartbreaking. I couldn't let him see me like this.

I shook my head, "sorry," I whispered, "I don't know what got into me."

"It's ok to cry, Baby." He said kissing my forehead.

"Where's Dad? Becca said he was ok," I asked and Paul sighed.

"By ok, she meant he wasn't dead, but he is everything from ok," Paul looked at me with sad eyes.

"What happened?"

"The car crushed the bottom half of his spinal cord. Your dad is paralyzed from the waist down. We would be very surprised if he could walk again." That sent me into tears again. Paul held me once more until I had nothing else to cry about.

The doctor walked in and looked at me with a stern face.

"Tell me your name," He said softly.

"Rachel Christina Black, my sister is Rebecca May Black, we are identical twins. Do you need to know more?" I asked sarcastically.

The doctor shook his head and walked out of the room.

I turned and found the mirror on the wall. I looked like crap. There was a huge bandage across my forehead, my arm had a cast that I just now noticed, and there's a huge burn on my neck and collar bone from the seat belt. I looked down and there were cuts and bruises all over my legs and arms.

"How long have I been out?" I asked Paul.

"About a week."

"Damn it, I missed the Fair," I said sarcastically, "What about Dad?"

"He woke up three days after the accident."

I nodded and stared at myself holding Paul in the mirror. "When do I get to leave?" Paul just shrugged. I looked up at Paul, and like he read my mind, he kissed me. My heart fluttered, but my mind screamed at me. How could you be kissing someone when you killed your mom? I broke the kiss and looked away.

"Rachel," Paul said softly. I didn't look at him, "It's ok to kiss me, you know?"

"No it's not!" I argued, "How could I be kissing you when I just killed my mom and paralyzed my dad? I'm an awful person. They should have killed me for murder or something." Paul's face was torn, but he didn't say anything. I started crying again, and I held onto him for support. I soon fell asleep, and woke up to the doctor handing my sister and Paul baskets and flowers and candies.

"Time to go home," the doctor said and I nodded. I started to stand, but he stopped me. "Paul is going to help you up." I nodded and waited for Paul to come back. When he entered the room, I smiled. He started to lift me when the doctor stopped him.

"Let her try and get up herself." I looked down and saw I was in an old t-shirt and sweatpants. I grabbed Paul's hand, and with his other hand, he put it on my waist to help me up. I started to fall at first, but then I caught my balance. Walking is not that easy! I felt groggy, and that my body was this old thing someone found in a junkyard. I wrapped an arm around Paul waist and slowly walked out the door, into civilization.

"Have Sam and Leah come?" I asked.

"Yes and no." Paul answered, "Leah has come about every day, but Sam's been missing school because of this nasty fever. He didn't want to give it to you." I nodded slowly.

"How's Leah?" I asked.

"Upset Sam won't talk to her and that you were here." Well, at least it's the truth.

"What's up with Sam? It looked like they were perfectly fine at the fair…" I said trying to recall what happened, but all that I saw were bright lights, I flinched. Paul tightened his grip around me so I didn't fall.

"All I know is that Sam got a nasty fever after the fair, so he stayed home. He won't answer the phone, or talk to anyone." Paul seemed annoyed. Probably because Sam won't even talk to his best friend.

I looked down as we stepped into the elevator. Paul wrapped both arms around me and kissed my hair. "Don't," I whined, and Paul looked confused, "I probably smell really bad right now."

"I wouldn't notice anyways," Paul smiled and kissed my bandaged forehead. I smiled and leaned into him. I know I'm faking the smile but I had to put on an appearance for Paul's sake. I still can't believe this happened. I need to though; I can't pretend that everything is so dandy when I saw my mother's life end. What hurt the worst is that I'm the cause of all of this happening. A tear rolled down my cheek, and Paul looked at me in confusion. He wiped the tear away as if it were nothing. We walked out of the elevator holding hands and I realized that it was dark outside, and it was raining.

I abruptly stopped, only to be yanked by Paul who wasn't paying attention.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Paul asked worried. I shook my head, continuing to stare outside. What if we wreck again? Terror filled me as Paul looked outside and realized what was wrong. "Oh Rachel, don't worry, you won't be driving."

I shrugged and continued to look outside. Paul realized that I wasn't moving, so he picked me up and cradled me. That upset me because if I don't want to go outside, I shouldn't have to.

"Paul put me down," I whined.

"You're going home today no matter what you say. Billy wants to see you," Paul said and my heart broke.

"I can't go home to him, I can't look at him," I said while trying to get out of Paul's arms.

"Rachel, stop," Paul said sternly, "You can't be stressed. What you need is rest and you can get that at home."

"No!" I tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, but I failed.

"Rachel, Please," Paul said quietly. I quit moving and stared at him intensely.

"I can't go see him," I whispered, and my voice cracked.

"You have to, he's your dad," Paul said softly. When I didn't answer, he continued to walk outside. I hid my face in Paul's neck when the rain hit me. I breathed him in and sighed, causing him to shudder. I then kissed his neck once, experimenting, he shuddered again. I kissed his neck a few more times and he groaned. I smiled and kissed his warm, tan, neck once more and he shuddered big time. I started to giggle at how much I influenced him.

"Rachel, your being so damn sexy and now you're laughing about it?" Paul asked breathing heavily.

"Honestly, I didn't know I was damn sexy," I smirked. Paul shook his head and set me in the passenger side of his truck. I felt like a baby the way he strapped me in so carefully. I looked at the rearview mirror and gasped. Paul jumped in the truck and looked at me frantically.

"What, what happened?" I looked at him, my mouth wide open.

"How can you bare to look at me like this?" My hair was knotted like no other and oily. My eyes had dark circles under the, and my lips were chapped and bleeding slightly. Not to mention the giant bandage on my forehead.

Paul looked at me shocked, "You're worried about your appearance right now?"

I nodded, "Well look at me!" Paul looked at me and smiled

"Considering how you've been in a tragedy, I think you pulled off your appearance a lot better than some other people."

I pursed my lips together, "You lie!"

Paul shook his head at me and started his truck, making me jump.

"Sorry!" He apologized and he grabbed my hand in comfort.

"Put both hands on the wheel!" I said, glaring at him. Paul looked at me, hurt, but put his right hand on the wheel.

The drive home was quiet with only the sound of the radio and Paul singing quietly along with it. I think I passed out somewhere in between there because I don't remember it at all. When we got to my house, Paul scooped me up and carried me inside. I was in the in between stage of awake and asleep. My eyes were closed, I felt like I was asleep, but I heard everything going on around me. We walked inside, and I was filled with warmth and the smell of woods. Paul started talking to someone, someone with a deep, cheerful, voice. My dad.

"Is she alright?" Dad asked. I heard his wheelchair squeak across the floor. "No trouble getting her here?"

Paul shifted his weight, "She's fine, upset though. We had a little trouble for her coming home."

"She didn't want to go?"

"She did, but she didn't want to face you, she feels awful about this," Paul sighed sadly.

"I can understand, but hopefully she'll be ok. She did everything she could," Dad said after a long pause. "Ok, this is the one time I'm allowing you into her room. Don't ever go in there again. Things have changed, but not that much, understand me?"

"Yes sir," Paul said and walked to my room. As if Paul hasn't been in there before. He comes over when Dad wasn't home all the time. Paul climbed up my ladder, and carefully set me in my bed. I was definitely awake by now. Paul set the covers carefully on me.

"Ok," He whispered, "I know you are awake."

I smiled, stretched, and looked at Paul, "Yeah, you don't bother to whisper when someone's asleep."

Paul chuckled and then looked at me, "Goodnight Rachel, you need rest for tomorrow."

"Don't leave me," I whispered, thinking about him getting into a wreck.

Paul looked around and then sighed, "I can't stand here for a long time, you're ladder can barely hold me.

I patted beside me on the bed, "Come lay down with me then."

"But your da-" Paul started, but I interrupted him.

"Knows that I'm stubborn and he can deal with it. Please, I'm scared," I gave him the best puppy dog face that I could before Paul sighed and crawled over me. I turned to face him, this bed definitely wasn't big enough for two of us, but we made it work. I snuggled into him and looked up at him. Paul leaned in and stopped right before there was no space left between our lips.

"Goodnight, I will always love you," He said before closing the final space. My heart fluttered, as it does every time I kiss him. I put my hands in his hair and deepened the kiss, but then I pulled apart from him.

"I will always love you too." I said and pressed my lips to his.

I fell asleep in Paul's arms, as I had always imagined, but I knew that as soon as he figured out I was sleeping, he would leave, in fear of my dad, wheelchair or not.

That chapter was kind of sad, I know but as we all know, it had to happen eventually. Please Review!