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Playlist For Chapter:

Let's Play - Kristina Maria
Jumpstart - These Kids Wear Crowns

Her eyes were like ... like pools of chocolate, a mixture of a light sandy color and a deep, almost obsidian. Reflecting the dim sunlight that had decided to crack through the clouds, almost like a kaleidoscope of different shades of brown and black. I couldn't help but stare, completely dazed by the untamed beauty of them. Suddenly reminding me of that strange dog thing that had been in a dream only a day before. A strange, churning feeling swelled in my stomach, and I swear I could hear the freakin' alleluia chorusing in the background. It was like I was meeting an angel for the first time, or, maybe even a guardian angel.

The strange thing was, she was returning my awed stare. Her eyes locked on mine as if her life depended on it. As if I were her sun, her moon, her world. Adoration and love pouring from that gaze like a waterfall. As if she would forever love me, no matter what happened.

Her face had been taunt and angry looking, but its slim figure soon had relaxed when she had gazed into my eyes, and now, I felt my eyes scanning down to her lips, which were a perfect, double curve. Full and soft looking. She looked as if-

What the fuck was I thinking? Had someone drugged me when I wasn't looking or something? I sounded like I was reading out of a romance novel!

"Hi." Her voice was sweet, yet had some sort of ... power behind it. It had a sharp edge to it, but it still rivalled the grace of church bells.

Damn it! I hadn't thought of anything to talk about before I had strolled up to her. Uh, uh, c'mon ... Gabriel, think of something! Anything! Even as I went through everything in my mind, I couldn't think of one single thing that sounded smart or cool to say to her. All I could think of was corny pick up lines from movies, or things I had heard some of my friends say to get girls to go with them to parties or such. I was drawing up a blank, and as a look of confusion crossed her slim, elegant face, I picked out the first thing that came to mind. Anything would work at this point

"So ... nice weather, huh?"

Anything but that!

Her eyes shifted from mine finally, and they landed back on the smashing waves. "Yeah. Really nice weather. Beach weather, don't you think?" She glanced back at me, then back to the gray-blue waves, silently inviting me to watch with her. I shifted my body, and tried to keep my wandering eyes on the waves, and not on her.

I laughed a bit, thanking the heavens that she had said something back to my horrid conversation starter. "My sister would have dragged me out even if it had been storming out." Speaking of which, I had lost sight of the munchkins, but I didn't mind; Liz had a large enough mouth that if something had happened, everyone on that beach would hear her shrieking at the top of her iron lungs.

"You have a sister?"

"Two. I'd trade both of them for a bicycle."

That made her laugh a bit, but her laugh was sharp, and unnatural. "I have an annoying as hell brother. I'd trade him for two sisters any day."

"Ah, I beg to differ. Especially if your sisters are mine."

"Are they that annoying?" She shifted on her feet, burrying her bare feet deeper in the sand, as if to plant herself there.

"Anna's pretty good. I like her more then Liz. Liz is ... a maniac," I replied.

"Really?" she asked, almost in disbelief.

"Oh yeah. One time, she woke me up at five o'clock in the morning by throwing a chair at my bedroom door." I shuddered, remembering that morning well. My door had been busted off the hinges, and the paint was so chipped off that I had been bedroom doorless ever since.

She laughed again, and I couldn't help but smile. "She sounds ... charming."

"Very."

This conversation was going completely not how I had not wanted it to go, but at least we were talking. At least I was going to get a chance to learn her name and such. Maybe score myself a date sooner or later. This was the first, and only time, talking about my sisters would come in handy.

"I'm Leah Clearwater," she said, turning so that she could face me and hold out her delicate hand.

"Gabriel Anderson," I answered, taking her hand in mine and giving it a gentle shake.

"You're new, right?" Leah asked me, raising an eyebrow.

A gust of salty ocean air swirled around us, and I inhaled its scent, as I replied, "Is it that obvious?" I laughed. "You're the second person who's said that."

"La Push is a pretty small place. Same with Forks, which is north from here. We notice when someone new is roaming around," Leah supplied for me, smiling a bit. But something about her smile ... it was small, and not quite ... right.

"I've lived here before, but no one would remember me," I said with a chuckle. "I was two when we moved."

"Were you born here?" Leah asked me, sudden interest spiking in her voice.

"Mhmm. We had to move because of my father's work, but since he got a job in Seattle, we decided to move back here. My mother also thinks that, 'We need to get in touch with our Quileute heritage.'" I said with another giant smile.

"Well, maybe some day you can come to a bonfire with me or something. We tell stories and tell some of our tribe's legends. It's pretty cool, and you can get away from your sisters for a night," Leah giggled with a true, non-edgy smile.

"Yeah that'd be-" I started, but my voice was cut off.

"Gabeeeeeee. I'm bored now. Let's go back home." Liz's annoying voice rang in my ears, and my eye twitched a bit. She was way on the other side of the crescent-shaped beach, but I could still hear her annoying voice as if she were right beside me.

"Speak of the devil," Leah laughed.

"Yeah. Um, hey, can I have your number?" The question bubbled out of my lips before I could say anything else.

Leah smiled at me, and murmured, "Sure." Then, she recited the number three times for me so I would remember correctly. Once I was sure I had then number memorized, we said our goodbyes, and parted ways.

I couldn't keep the loon-like grin off my face.

Well, there you have it!

All right, all right. I know, it sucks. BUT, it is so hard writing in a male's POV when I'm a girl! Gawd, I'm like, "WHAT THE HELL WOULD A MALE SAY?" So, this chapter was made with the help of my new BFF Bear, who gave me his male perpective. Thank you, Bear! Also, I know, not the best conversation in the world, but it was the only thing I could think of because I've never actually had many conversations with males before. XD LOL.

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