HEY!

Well, I'm back from camping, and I've been slowly updating my stories, and I'm hoping that the updates are coming through because my computer is almost shot . . . so ya.

My old '95 computer really needs to be retired, but I haven't found a different computer yet so I'm stuck with my old computer that hates my guts and is now extremely lagging and it sounds like it's going to die at any second. I'm serious, my Internet barely works anymore, and you know the little fan in the computer that runs so that the computer doesn't over heat? Ya, that is working overtime right now and it sounds like, really loud and it goes "WWWWWWWWWHHHHHHIRRRRRRR". It's funny, but scary.

Well, camping wasn't really that fun.

So, basically, my site had no trees, it rained for four days, I was stuck with a cranky ass toddler, we had no trees, I fell down a hill and got a scar, I got sick and puked on the last two days, we had no trees, we ran out of marshmellows, I was left to try and start a fire-which let me tell you, me + matches + paper + music + gas = RUN FOR YOUR F-ING LIVES!-I had to golf in the rain, was forced to eat veggies, WE HAD NO TREES, it got really windy and we had to watch Barney for four hours straight, was forced to watch Barbie with a two year old, AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, I was attacked by bugs. Big M.F. beatles.

Ya, that doesn't sound that fun, now does it?

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Chappy 15, I think. YAY!

Playlist For Chapter:

If It's Love - Train
I Gotta Feeling - Black Eyed Peas
Disturbia - Rihanna
Ignorance - Paramore

I could feel the branches stabbing at my arms and legs, and I heard Ivy gasp as her weight kept crashing down on me. I was yelping as pain scratched at my limbs, and my face ached as a branch dragged along my jaw line. My world was shadowed, and there was a branch straight in my face, making it impossible to see. My stomach was on the dirt ground, and my face was facing toward the siding of the house, but the branch was in my way, so I couldn't see anything anymore. I could just feel the weight of Ivy and the dirt under my torn up hands.

And it didn't help that Ivy was now sitting on me; she had somehow shifted so that she landed on me like that.

"Crap, are you guys okay?" I heard Embry ask.

Ivy shifted again, and she put her hand on my head, pushing my face down into the dirt. She didn't mean it, but she was trying to find a spot where she was able to climb off of me and out of the brushes. "Fine," Ivy replied a little breathlessly.

"Not me!" I piped up, spitting some of the dirt that had snuck onto my taste buds out of my mouth. "Ewwww."

I could hear Paul guffawing as Ivy climbed off of me, tripped, and stumbled like a drunk out of the bushes. I shook my head, and cussed and grumbled my way out of the brushes, dust falling off of me like drops of rain. I snorted and shook my hair out, my legs and arms aching with the scratches that now decorated my arms.

What the hell were those bushes? Thorn bushes?

I saw that Embry was with Ivy, and Ivy was smiling and they seemed to be having a conversation.

Seth was at my side in seconds, looking like my own personal Quileute warrior. "Are you okay?" he asked, his deep, soulful eyes scanning up and down my limbs, seeing if the damage was anything too great.

"I was okay until Ivy sat on me," I said, directly a playful glare her direction.

Ivy shrugged. "I didn't mean too."

I raised an eyebrow at Ivy, and she raised a delicate blond one in return. Then we both laughed and grinned at each other, knowing that there would never be any hard feelings between us.

Nikki was suddenly at Ivy's side, her red hair wild and crazy, and she was yanking at Ivy's arm. Paul was glued to Nikki's side, so they looked like they were holding hands, but I saw no hand linkage. "Well, I say we ditch the stupid bushes and we get a move on! I wanna go!"

Paul grinned. "You girls will get along with everyone. I know you will."

Seth and Embry laughed in agreement as we headed for the car.

We slowly pulled up into the dirt parking lot of the beach dubbed First Beach. The shore in front of us was beautiful was the sun was setting. It was like some sort of romantic movie for all of us; the sun's golden beams danced off the waves of the blue-gray water and on to the shore, were rocks and sand blended together like a mixture of rustic wild and calm peace. The dusty gray cliffs were on the left and right side, and they were towering over us, and they looked like they were about to fall and crumble right before our eyes.

I blinked a few times as I slowly got out of the car, my limbs burning with a dull ache. Nikki was already on the shore, jumping around and pumping her fists in the air like some sort of kung fu figher or something. Paul was laughing, but standing a good few feet away. Embry and Ivy were staring into the sun, and I could tell they were both extremely happy.

Seth was beside me, looking up by the cliffs. "How do you like La Push?"

"It's . . . beautiful," I said, taking in all of the looks around the beach.

"Ya, it kind of is, isn't it?" Seth asked himself, smiling, his teeth bright against his russet skin.

We stood in silence for a few moments, I could feel myself slowly falling toward Seth, wanting him to catch me in his arms. I couldn't control the feelings rolling through my body at that one, insane second, and I just could feel the love for Seth control my nerves.

Seth looked down at me, and his amazingly wonderful eyes were staring straight down at me, and for the first time in my life, I could feel a strange, small, fuzzy feeling in my chest.

Yup, I was going mental.

I could hear Ivy giggling as she and Embry were talking, there voices soft and low. The two shy ones, together at last. They looked quite cute together; Embry was leaning down so that Ivy could be face to face with him, and they were both blushing; Embry's was making his skin darker, and Ivy's was making her tomato red.

I couldn't help but grin. I wondered if she felt the way I was at that moment.

Paul and Nikki, however, were talking louder; I knew that both Ivy and the guys could hear what Paul and Nikki were saying.

For some reason Paul's tone of voice was very irritated. "I still can't believe we got kicked out of that store all because of a pack of bacon." But it seemed he was thinking out loud, and he had forgotten that there was a very short tempered girl in front of him.

"Well, I needed bacon. It was the bacon dude's fault," Nikki's voice replied, and Seth and I were still turned away from them.

"I kind of think it was more . . . you lunging at him. I mean, it scared the crap out of him, and then I wouldn't have gotten pissed and pushed him into the crab meat display and then he wouldn't have thrown his milk on you." Paul's reply was cautious.

"If you wouldn't have pushed him, he wouldn't have spilt the milk in my hair. Are you saying that it was my fault, because I wanted bacon?" Nikki was growling now.

"No, it's just that–"

And Nikki didn't let him finish. Nikki then yelled, "What do you mean it was my fault? I wasn't the one who pushed some dude into a crab meat display!"

"Hey, hey, sorry. I was thinking out loud. I tend to do that sometimes." Paul was back tracking now, we could both tell.

Nikki kept going though. Once she started, it was really hard to stop her . . . unless she punched the person she was fighting with in the face. Then she would stop.

Ever since I could remember, Nikki had always been the short tempered one. Always jumping to answers, and always ready for a fist fight. She had been the one to start hitting people way back when Ivy had first moved to North Dakota. I, however, had just been the follower. It had always been that way, and I was positive that Nikki would never change her temperamental ways.

Nikki's ways, coupled with the fact that we had gone through a few days of crazy stuff happening to us?

Paul better watch out.

Uh oh. I agree with Seth on this one. Uh-FREAKING-oh.

I remember way back when I started this story that I promised myself that somewhere, along the line, Nikki and Paul would get into a fight over something that is really stupid. So, here you have it. Paul-and-Nikki-stupid-fight # 1. The first, of probably many, I'm thinking. Well, that and Nikki's fiery temper and Paul's . . . well, Paul's Paulness will probably clash.

I'm not too good at writing fights, so I'm hoping this came out better then I think it did.

Sorry about not updating when I was away camping!

Please, review, you guys! I need feedback and support! Please! I'm not having a good day here. :(

Love you all! Thanks for reading!

BAI!