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Lisa lived alone in a small yellow house with only one neighbor, and even they lived a mile away, further from the beach. She kept the house nice and I smiled when I saw the garden she had started by the white washed porch. There was a wicker love seat and rocking chair, and I wondered if she ever used them. Her small red car sat in the gravel driveway, the same car I saw the last time I saw her.

It had been two years since she visited my grandmother and me – grandpa had died a year before that. We had lived in a small town in Kansas then, and Lisa drove all the way from La Push, Washington, simply to see us.

She has the dark, rich skin and hair like every other Native American, such as my grandparents (I was only half, thanks to my deceased father). She kept her hair either braided or down the whole week she had visited us, and she was always smiling – even when she and grandmother reminisced about grandpa and my dead parents.

We'd gotten along great, we always had, and after she left we would either write or call once a week. I didn't tell her much about my empty life and was always eager to listen to her own stories. She had a passion for studying the Quileute heritage and always spoke about her friends or told me tales about the elders or the people living on the reservation. Occasionally she would tell me a legend or two, and I could practically see their history playing out before my very eyes. She was only thirty-three yet my aunt had and old soul and they came to life because of this.

I knocked on the door three sharp times and waited only a couple of seconds before I was pulled into the house and embraced by my enthusiastic aunt.

"Lisa!" I exclaimed, literally rocking her back and forth with my enthusiasm. She steadied me and looked down at me with the knowing smile that I hadn't realized I had missed so much.

"Rosie, you are as beautiful as ever. It's been two years too long." Her brown eyes sparkled and I pulled her in for a hug once more.

We simply talked for an hour as we sat in her small kitchen - well, I was sitting and she was finishing making an assortment of desserts. I spied two pies, an apple crisp and a chocolate sheet cake, of coarse all looking delicious. I was about to inquire as to why she had suddenly become a maniac baker when the phone rang.

She dusted off her floury hands before answering.

"Hello?" She answered cheerfully.

I could hear the voice of someone on the other line while Lisa conversed with him or her.

"Oh why of coarse! Emily, how could I forget?" Her voice was cheery and a smile graced her face until she paused as the person on the other line – Emily – spoke. "I'm sure she will but why…" her hand suddenly flew to her mouth in shock and she turned away. Her voice became hushed and she stayed frozen, as if I would be able to tell what she was saying by her movements alone. I'm sure she would have left the room if the phone had been cordless.

"You mean… but it only could've been a second… Paul? Are you sure?"

I straightened up when I heard the name of the boy that Renesmee and I had passed earlier today.

She continued, still turned away from me and wrapping the cord around her finger. "I'll be sure to do so. Okay… okay, goodbye." The conversation ended abruptly and I sat in expectant silence before she turned around with a smile plastered onto her face. Her hands held onto each other like many people do when they are happy and excited, but she just looked like she was holding herself together.

"That was my friend. She's hosting a bonfire for the reservation at her place tonight. And since you're already here, how about you just stay awhile longer and you can come along with me?" She started to wrap the apple pie in aluminum foil as she said this, albeit a bit shaken, occasionally glancing over at me as she spoke.

Why not go? Pro – I could see, maybe even meet this Paul guy. Con – I could see or meet this Paul guy.

Decisions, decisions.

"Sure, I've never been to a bonfire before." I said casually, in hopes of not giving away my real motivation. She nodded and all was well.

We chatted about my school life until I managed to end that particular path of the conversation. It would have ended shortly and would eventually become awkward, considering that I didn't have much of a school life at all. It may have been shallow but I didn't want my aunt finding out I didn't have many friends and wasn't involved in anything – I avoided the topic of Renesmee in case she started to wonder why she was the only friend I mentioned. And so our conversation went slowly along until it eventually died.

We settled into a comfortable silence as she continued to wrap the desserts, humming all the while. I shook my head as the timer beeped and she pulled out another batch of cookies – I began to suspect that she was preparing to feed an army. Worry bloomed in my heart when I started to imagine how many people were actually going. I prayed to God that Lisa wouldn't leave for a second in the case that someone would actually want to talk to me, commonly known as Miss Socially Inept. My worries were all put to the side when I remembered exactly who my interest was focused on in the first place.

"So…" and I thought about how to ask my next question candidly, "who is Paul?" She was silent and I continued to explain myself hurriedly, "I heard you mention him on the phone. I mean, its not like I'm vying for information or anything, it's simply curiosity."

Lisa was busy balancing platters and didn't see my hands fly to my red face in exasperation – could I have been anymore obvious? I see a guy for five seconds and I've already transformed into a creep.

She didn't seem to notice my flood of an explanation and continued to try to place the desserts into a tote bag.

"Oh, well…he's…" she pondered on this for a second. "I believe him to be a bit older than you. He's a handsome young man but is known for having a temper. He's funny, like all of the boys," and she didn't go on to tell me who they were, "but still, when you light his fire…" She only shook her head and started to move the most recent batch of cookies onto a metal grate.

I decided to simply forget about trying to hide my interest when I asked another question concerning Paul.

"Will he be going to the bonfire?" She continued to place the cookies onto the grate but I saw her shoulders and neck tense, and heard her breathe hitch. What did I say…?

"I'm sure that he is." She said this as if she knew something I did not, but she didn't go on to elaborate.

I sighed, disappointed that I couldn't find a way to inconspicuously fish for more about Paul, and got up out of my seat to help her organize the desserts as she put yet another batch of cookies into the oven.

"What time are we leaving?" I inquired as I wrapped the first batch of cookies in aluminum foil.

"About 6:30." She informed me while setting the temperature.

"What time does the bonfire start?" I continued with my questions as I placed the cookies into another bag.

"People start to show up around 7:30 to 8:00." She said nonchalantly.

"Oh." My eyes widened. I wasn't good at these social things and going to the bonfire in the first place was pushing it. What was I supposed to do for an hour and a half?! Worse, what if Emily Uley didn't even like me? Who was I supposed to talk to, because I'm sure Lisa wouldn't let me follow her around the whole time, despite my hopes that she would.

We continued to gather the desserts until it was finally time to leave. I had imagined about twenty failed scenarios of how the night would go as we drove in her dessert filled car. The ride wasn't long and we didn't talk much, which left me to stress even more about how tonight would go.

We finally arrived and I was surprised to find that it was the very same house that I had first seen Paul. It was a small cabin-looking house with an open porch with a screen door.

Lisa balanced two pies and a platter of cookies while I was given the sheet cake, apple crisp and another batch of cookies to take care of. We still had one more platter and a pie to retrieve from the back of the car. It was quite a task actually getting to the door but we somehow managed to not drop anything.

"We're here!" Lisa called through the screen before coaxing it open with her hip and going ahead. I barely managed to slip in behind her before it shut on me.

I could smell that something mouth-watering was being cooked in the kitchen, where I assumed Emily was. I didn't lift my head away from watching the wobbling food and Lisa's feet in fear of dropping everything and making a fool out of myself. I heard someone, who I assumed to be Emily, call out a greeting to my aunt and followed both my aunt's feet and Emily's voice into the kitchen. I was vaguely aware that there were people in the adjoining living room but I couldn't bring myself to chance a glance.

I was sure to concentrate on balancing the desserts (and congratulating myself for being so observant of the ground) as Lisa introduced me.

"Right here is Rosie. And I have to get the rest from the car, I'll be right back. You can start unwrapping the desserts Rosie." She said warmly and I nodded and smiled, but wondered off handily if she could even see it.

I saw her quick feet leave the room and I turned around to try to feel a counter so that I could set down the desserts. But of course, my foot caught on an unseen chair and I vaulted forward. I brought myself out of the fall, spun and set the food on the counter beside me, all quite miraculously. I had to stand still for a moment in order for my mind to catch up with the situation before I unthinkingly congratulated myself.

"Yes!" I exclaimed in triumph and relief as my fist shot into the air in victory, forgetting that I was in the presence of people.

I remembered this as I heard the silence that surrounded me – everyone had gone quiet. I slowly lowered my fist and turned around to find the whole confines of both the kitchen and the living room staring at me incredulously. I couldn't quite face anyone directly but saw that there were many more people than I had thought. I held my hands behind my back and smiled sheepishly, hoping that I hadn't ruined my first impression.

And then they erupted in laughter.

I tried to bite the smile from my lips while I blushed and studied the floor. I lifted my eyes and smiled at the giggling Emily before looking toward the other entrance from the kitchen that I had originally entered from, feeling someone's presence. And then I saw him, and I couldn't look away.

There stood Paul, staring at my with a look that made me want to burst. His eyes were smiling along with his mouth and it was a wonder how much joy was able to be contained. His eyes were a deep brown that threatened to become black and I couldn't tear myself away even to look at the rest of him – it seems that I was mesmerized. I subconsciously recognized that the laughter had died down and I felt a number of eyes trained on me, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

And then my line of sight was blocked by a woman and I stopped myself from looking around her shoulder. That was when I saw the three bright scars that ran across the left side of her face, and I stopped myself from staring too long. They were wide and long yet when I looked into her happy, brown eyes all I could think was how they accentuated her beauty.

She swept her bangs out of her hair before speaking, "Hello, I'm Emily Uley; you must be Rosie Shields, Lisa's niece." I saw her smile and my worry of being left alone vanished.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." We shook hands, and when I studied her again I didn't see her scars, I saw her smile.

"Nice to meet you too. Thank you for bringing in the desserts. And I must say that save was pretty impressive." She said with a chuckle, referring to my near-fall. She moved to the oven and checked on whatever was in it before turning to me once again.

"Oh, well thank you. I didn't want my aunt's work to go to waste." I said with a blush. I covertly let my eyes wonder over her shoulder to find that Paul was no longer there. It was hard not to let my small fade, but I felt it falter and I hoped Emily didn't notice.

I saw her sympathetic expression and knew that she did in fact see the disappointment grace my face. But she gave me a reassuring smile and set her hand upon my shoulder and turned me toward the people in the living room who didn't even pretend like they weren't watching and listening.

"So let's start with the introductions." She said warmly.

And I was stunned. I guess there weren't as many people as I had originally thought; merely there was more body mass. There were people lounging around the room, and I spied a little toddler hiding behind a massive leg.

The boys in the living room were enormous. They all had the same, dark, olive skin and were extremely well built, some more muscular than others. They were all shockingly tall, like Paul, though the height varied. They were gigantic! If I really studied them, I would guess them to be around my age or a few years older, but because of their enormity I wasn't able to tell.

"That's Jared, on the couch with his girlfriend, Kim." Jared waved the huge arm that wasn't around Kim's shoulders and grinned widely while Kim smiled softly and gave a little wave. Jared continued to smile as he went back to wrapping a strand of her dark, long hair around his finger.

Then Emily indicated to the other couple in the loveseat, who had been conversing with Jared and Kim.

"That's Seth and his girlfriend, Sarah." I could tell by the boy's face that he was the closest to my age, though he was still pretty ginormous. He seemed very bouncy and welcoming and waved enthusiastically, while Sarah nodded solemnly and immediately turned her attention back to Seth.

Emily then turned my attention to the two boys leaning against the wall by the coffee table, one with the little child, who seemed to be about eight, hanging onto his leg.

"That's Claire hanging onto Quil. And then that's Embry." Claire was a darling little girl with curly, dark brown hair and wide brown eyes. She hid behind Quil's large leg while I waved at her. Quil and Embry both smiled friendly, waving their large hands.

"And then this is Matt." He was sitting on the floor at the foot of the couch. He gave me a small smirk from where he was, and seemed to be a couple of years older than I – along with most everyone else.

"Everyone, this is Rosie." There were hellos and greetings, and I felt welcomed as I nodded my regards to everyone. I was still a bit embarrassed about almost falling, and I could tell by their smiles that they found my embarrassment amusing.

Emily led me back further into the kitchen and continued our conversation.

"My husband Sam should be home any time now, he's running… errands." It was as if she forgot to say the last word, and I quirked an eyebrow as her back was turned.

I couldn't help but bite my lips once again to stop the question I so desperately wanted to ask that wanted to spill out.

She caught this as she turned back and gave me an amused look before saying, "And you have yet to meet Paul, but he'll be back later." And she didn't excuse his absence, which flared my curiosity yet again.

Lisa suddenly walked into the room with the last desserts in her arms, and I was surprised that I didn't notice how long she had been gone.

"Lisa, where have you been?" I asked while she set down the two dishes.

"Oh, I just ran into Paul outside, I had to talk to him for a minute." She answered like it was no big deal.

I spun on my heel to turn my attention to unwrapping the foil on the cookie platter in order to prevent myself from running outside so that maybe I could bump into the mystery that is Paul.

I heard the two women chuckle behind me and I shot them a glare over my shoulder, which only succeeded in making them laugh more.

I spent a while talking with Emily in the kitchen, as Lisa caught up with the others in the living room, before Sam walked through the door. I knew it was him because, except for the fact that I'm not a complete moron, he walked with authority and looked older than everyone else. His hair was cropped and his eyes were sharp and serious, but when he saw Emily it was as if someone just handed him the world and his dark eyes brightened. It was a look that broke your heart just a little bit.

He was almost immediately at her side, whispering in her ear as she smiled beautifully.

"Oh Sam, this is Rosie." She introduced me as if my name was supposed to mean something. What is with these people and their double meanings today? "Rosie, this is Sam."

"Nice to meet you." I said and shifted my feet, feeling intimidated by his large presence – he was no smaller than the other boys, in fact he seemed larger.

He didn't smile and instead nodded his regards. It was silent for a moment as he stared at me, sizing me up. I didn't blink, in case I was in an undeclared staring contest, but he turned his attentions to the people in the living room and I blinked rapidly in order to relieve my dry eyes.

For the next I hour I waited on my toes for the one person I came here to meet while everyone else waited for the sky to darken and for the bonfire to commence. By now most everyone had arrived and I guessed that there were about twenty people in total. I was introduced to all of them but remembered only a few, including the group from earlier. I was thankful that many of them were of average size and weren't huge and intimidating giants like the others.

There wasn't much to do considering I was left to sit all by my lonesome on a log near the recently lit bonfire. So I spent much of my time creating Dr. Seuss-like rhymes about the people around me. I took their appearance and attitude into consideration, and was rather proud of myself for some of the rhymes. Lisa had stayed inside, helping Emily, but was determined that I stay outside in order to mingle.

I was too shy to simply walk up to someone and strike up a conversation so I instead made up a score of the state of affairs:

Awesome Dr. Seuss Rhymes = 16. Mingle Time = 0

I felt a multitude of stares and glancing eyes as I drifted into my thoughts but I gladly let them continue – I didn't mind. It wasn't as if I'd see many of these people very often – or ever again for that matter.

Twilight had already come and passed and it was now dark enough that I thought we were permitted to begin the… well, bonfiring. But these people seemed to be a group that was accustomed to staying up later. I didn't exactly know what bonfire protocol was, but Lisa assured me a one point that it would start only a bit later.

Because I allowed myself to become immersed in my thoughts, I nearly didn't notice someone had come to stand before me. From where I was sitting, I knew it was one of the giants due to the fact that at eye level all I could see were a pair of jeans. But I knew exactly which one it was, I felt his presence. Finally, after all of this waiting…

There you have it! Hope it wasn't too horrible.

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Btw, does anybody else watch Supernatural? I nearly went crazy after the last episode!

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