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Alrighty, guys. I know I had only posted one chapter of this story before I basically disappeared off the face of the earth, so I just want to remind you that I am NOT a male and that this will be a bit hard for me to write in the male's POV. But, I'll be trying my best for you guys cause you are my people and I love you all. (Not like a creeper. XD) Also, it may take me awhile to get back into the groove of things, so I'm really sorry if this is a bit of a crappy chapter. The next few will be better, promise!

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Playlist For Chapter:

On The Floor - Jennifer Lopez/Pitbull
Kalinka - t.A.T.u
S&M - Rihanna
E.T. - Katy Perry/Kayne West

"Hello, Gabriel," Emily said with a warm smile on her face. "I hope you enjoy La Push. Your mother was telling me that the last time you lived here was when you were two, right?"

"Uh, yeah," I replied, blinking a bit, wondering how in the hell she could be so happy in the morning.

"Well, welcome back then." Emily grinned again, looking to her husband Sam once more, her own gaze awed and locking with his. Complete love and adoration shone in both of their eyes and they seemed like the perfect couple for each other. In a way, it sickened me. It was the way Gillian used to look at me, or the way I used to stare at her.

"Thanks," I said wth a smile of my own.

"Mom, can Gabe take us to the beach soon?" Liz's voice was high and impaitent. "You said Anna and I could go if I made Gabriel get up, and I did." The last part was a whine.

Mom gave her a strange look, a cross between two emotions. "Well, that is what I said, but it would be rude to leave so suddenly, now wouldn't it?"

Dad agreed, nodding his head mutely. Typical Gabriel Senior, I supposed. Always quiet, understanding, and some what gruff.

Emily just smiled at my mother and father. "No, no, that's completely fine. I could understand why the girls could be so antsy to go see the beach. We're neighbours now, and we'll be seeing each other a lot. We have tons of times to get to know them."

"Pleeeeeeeeease mom?" Liz whined, her voice melodic as Anna came to stand beside her sister, her lower lip jutting out just a tad. "Pleaseeee?"

"Sure, but just be back to help unpack, alright?" Mom tried to act as if she were angry, but her glee wasn't hidden well. Her eyes sparkled and her lips were twitching wildly, fighting off the smile. "You've got an hour, Elizabeth."

"Gee, thanks mom," I muttered under my breath. Great. I was now stuck babysitting my younger sisters for an hour when I could be doing something better with my life, like unpacking all my shit, or setting up the television set with my father. Even shopping for new decorations with my mom would be better then having to deal with them for a full sixty minutes. Well, at least it was at the beach. I could get some rays, get used to the water front, and I could check out some of the local girls. Maybe even go swimming with a few of them. Even though I still missed Gillian, I don't think it would hurt to see what kind of girls were around La Push, right?

"Thank you mommy!" Liz only called our mother "mommy" when she had gotten exactly what she had wanted ... which was often.

Anna grinned her toothy grin and quickly hugged our parents, well mean while, I huffed a bit, watching as Liz turned to me with an excited grin, grabbing my hand, yanking me away from the new neighbours and closer and closer to the sidewalk. "C'mon, c'mon Gabe!"

"See ya later!" I called, still trying to be polite as Liz began to drag me down the light gray sidewalk, babbling at top speed about how she was going to find the perfect sea shell or pretty rock and bring it back to show our parents that moving to La Push was the best thing they had possibly chosen for us. Anna quietly put in her input, usually getting cut off by her older, louder, more ignorant sister. But, Anna didn't seem to mind. I would have wanted to knock Liz's head off.

The clouds where heavy, dark and looming, but some how the sun's golden rays were able to crack through and shower down sunlight and blissful warmth. The air crisp and fresh, the faint smell of salt and sand lingering in the air, like a whisper of a past to all. Somewhere, in the distance, I could hear birds calling, a song trilling out through the stale air. All I could hear besides that was the slapping of three pairs of sneakers against the concrete and the rare car that decided to pass by, threatening to spit gravel at us from the beaten down road. We walked quickly, mostly to Liz's stupid want to get to the beach absolutely right now, Anna keeping up with us only because she was able to jog. Liz kept a sharp grasp on my hand, dragging me along even though I was eight years older then her, and a hell of a lot stronger then she was. But there was no point in fighting against her; she always won.

Finally we reached the beach. The gravel road seemed to disappear, fading into sand and rocks that was the beach. Cliffs were on either side of the crescent shaped beach, jagged, rocky and ancient-like, fragile looking, yet mystical in the bright sun that shone down, dark, shadowed trees swaying in the never-ending wind that settled upon the cliffs. The light waves crashing against the shore, blue-gray in color, looking as cold as artic waters, rough and clashing. Tourists and some others-with russet skin, just like mine-were lingering around on the sandy shore, wandering almost aimlessly.

As soon as Liz caught sight of the water and tumbling tide, and quickly dropped my hand, almost forgetting that I was there, and launched herself toward the water's edge. I grabbed her shirt sleeve, causing her to stumble and look up at me with a deadly glare.

"Stay out of the water. And stay in sight, you hear me? Mom and Dad will kill me if either of you get even the slightest scratch on you." I hissed out the threat.

"Yeah, yeah." Liz rolled her eyes and continued. "C'mon Annie! Let's go find some shells!" she sang innocently before tearing out of my tight grasp. She grabbed her sister's hand and dragged a solitary-looking Anna with her.

"Finally," I muttered to myself, watching as both of them went farther down the crescent, pushing their way through some of the groups of people, going to the very edge, the one without any of the large pine trees, and began to shift through the sand, looking carefully at anything and everything.

My eyes glanced over most of the other people now, picking out females. If I was going to get to know some of them, may as well start now. I scanned, watching as a small group-of three-walking over my way, all in bikinis, staring at my chest. The one that walked in the middle was a blond, hair down to her waist, the second on the left was a brunette, and the third also had blond hair, but was more of a bleached out color. I happily noted that they were also looking at my arms. Aha, my muscles is what they were fixated with. Even though I was lanky and slim, I still had a muscular build.

"Hey there," the first one, the one strutting in the middle, the honey-golden blond, a yellow bikini barely covering what it should, said in a sexy tone.

The two on either side of her, one dressed in a blue bikini-the brunette-and the other in a pink and black striped one-the bleach blond-nodded and giggled.

"Ladies," I said, nodding back.

"What brings you here? I haven't seen you here before," the first one, the leader, asked, coming to stand only inches away from my body frame, a slinky smile placed on her face. Her two friends stopped and giggled once more, whispering in each other's ears.

"I'm new," I replied automatically, a slow smile crossing my lips.

"Well, we could always ... give you a tour. We're from Forks, so we come here all the time." She placed a hand on my chest, blue eyes sparkling. "My name is Tara, and my friends are May and Emma."

This was going well. Better then I had first thought. Maybe La Push wasn't going to be all that bad.

But then, my eyes left the girls for just a second, glancing away to a sullen-looking figure that was in the distance, slowly focusing on it without my own knowledge. It was female, with russet skin resembling silk in the sunlight, obsidian hair as dark and as soft-looking as a raven's wing, short and cropped, spiky looking in the back, with longer bangs in the front. Her body was amazing, better then Tara and her friends that happened to be drooling all over me right now. I could help but stare; the other girl's body was lithe and lean, but curvy and supple. I could feel my own jaw relax just a tad, trying to drop. She was so beautiful, wildly inhuman, almost uncanny. So uncanny that I just had to find out who the hell she was.

I was captivated.

"Who is she?" I couldn't help but ask, my lips forming the words before I could stop them.

"Oh, her? She's Quileute. We don't hang out with them much; the Quileute girls like to keep to themselves," Tara murmured, leaning closer to me.

"I'm Quileute," I said absently, moving away from Tara's body and hand, letting it slip from my chest, stepping in the direction of the strange Quileute girl. "I'll see you some other time. Nice meeting you ..."

And I was gone. Walking toward the other girl, the Quileute, who had caught my eye since it had slipped from the Forks' girls. I couldn't almost control my legs as they pushed me forward, stepping lightly across the sand and rocks, a burst of salty wind tumbling through my hair and brushing against my skin. Even as I continued, all sounds seemed to drown out; Tara calling out for me, the crashing, serene sound of the waves against the shore, the gulls that screamed from above.

I came a few feet away from the girl now, stopping only to see if she had seen me coming. No. She had kept her eyes locked on the rolling waves, almost stubbornly trying to keep her attention away from me.

"Hey," I said, my voice softer then it had been when I had been chatting before.

She looked at me, and that's when I got lost in her eyes.

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