Giselle's POV

'Hey Giselle, it's me, Ziggy. I know we haven't seen each other since we were four but I thought I'd message you to see how you were.'

Ziggy Merka was my best friend back in the adoption center in Florida. Though I was at the adoption center for a short time, him and I were always inseparable. I guess he filled the void that was created when I left my brother.

My biological older brother, Niles, who's older than me by 10 months, always protected me. The very few memories of my life before I was adopted all involved him being with me. I've tried finding him on Facebook and on Google but I never came up lucky. I asked my parents if they could ask the adoption center if they could find out for me where he ended up but I'm almost positive they never asked.

'Hey, Ziggy! How are you? Oh my God I can't believe I'm talking to you!'

'I'm great, Giselle! Where are you living now?'

'Forks, Washington. You?'

'Charleston, North Carolina. Wow, I can't believe I found your profile. After all these years, I found you!'

'How did you find me?'

'Well, I asked the adoption agency we were both in and they said your name is Giselle Black and you're living on the West Coast.'

'Yeah, dreary Washington. Do you know anything about Niles?'

'No, I can't say I do. I haven't seen him since you two were separated.'

'I really want to talk to him. See how his life is...'

'I bet he wonders the exact same about you.'

We talked more about our lives and we exchanged numbers so we could keep in touch. I never thought I'd hear from Ziggy again. We were both so young, I didn't even remember who he was until the name popped up on my screen.

I just wish I could contact Niles. I didn't dare go and ask the adoption center myself because I knew if my parents found out, I'd be locked away in a tower like Rapunzel. My parents for some reason did not like me trying to learn about my biological family or trying to reconnect with people I knew before I was adopted.

"Hey, Giselle." Ollie said to get my attention. He held my sheet-door open. "Yeah?" I answered back, turning around to look at him.

"Some dude named Cedar is here." He informed me. I squealed with delight and ran out of my room, pushing my brother out of the way and quickly went down the down stairs and towards the front door. I slipped into a pair of moccasins and put on my gray Columbia.

"Tree Bark!" I cheered as I greeted him outside my front door. The frigid cold air made me shiver but his presence made up for it.

"We're going out tonight." He said with a mischievous smile. I didn't even realize it was Friday night until just now.

Right at that moment, I felt like if we were in movie and the song Your Love by The Outfield was suppose to play right now.

"Come on in." I motioned for him to follow me because my parents would definitely not let me leave without meeting him first.

"Hey, Mom!" I called and she appeared by the doorway quickly. "Oh! Antelope, who is this?" She asked excitedly. I groaned when I heard the name she called me. "Sorry, Porter called you that name in front of me and I thought it was adorable." She apologized but I knew she would keep calling me that name.

"This is Cedar Franer. He's in my grade." I introduced Cedar to my mom. My mom stuck her hand out but Cedar just pulled her into a hug. "It's great to meet you, Mrs. Black!" Cedar gushed as he let go of her.

I could tell by my mom's face that she already liked Cedar a lot. "You too! I take it you kids want to go out tonight, so go and have fun!" My mom said and kissed my check goodbye.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Black!" Cedar waved to my mom as I opened the door for us to leave. "You can call me, Nessie! And stop by again sometime soon, you're always welcomed!" My mom said as we left. Cedar shut the door behind him and we walked towards his car.

"Your mom is so pretty! How old is she?" Cedar asked. "I'm pretty such her late 30's." I said unsure. "Holy shit, she only looks, like, 20." Cedar gasped. "I know." I laughed.

We got into Cedar's car and he pulled out of my driveway. "Where are we going?" I questioned him. He just smiled in response. Did that worry me? Not really. Should I be worried? Probably.

We drove towards Forks and I quickly realized I've never truly been in downtown Forks. It looked like a tiny and quiet little town, peaceful.

We ended up going to this cute caffe in Port Angeles. There wasn't a lot of people there, and we were sitting against the window, at a little square table with two chairs.

"Wait, wait, wait." Cedar said, trying to control his laughter. "You use to wear a lifejacket whenever you took a bath?"

"Yes!" I laughed loudly. "I didn't want to drown!" I explained while laughing. "But you were sitting in water, how could you possibly have drowned?" Cedar asked me, finally containing his laughter.

"I have no idea, I was six! Those were some dark times in my life..." I said dramatically. "How?" Cedar scoffed. "I wore a lifejacket when I took a bath. Does that not make me seem traumatized?" I argued.

"I don't even know what to say to this." Cedar shook his head and I just laughed. "This latte is amazing! It feels like I'm drinking...apples. Okay that was an awful simile but...I don't even know where I'm going with this." Cedar admitted with laugh.

"That, that was pretty awful." I truthfully said but it just caused us both to laugh.

"You two are an adorable couple!" A voice from behind me said. A middle-aged lady who worked at the caffe was wiping down tables and smiling at us.

"Why thank you! I love saying she's my girlfriend." Cedar thanked her and flashed a smile. I couldn't help but smiling because she thought we were dating.

"You better hold on to her." She warned Cedar then turned to me. "You're a very pretty little thing. Never let a guy ruin that smile on your face."

She walked away and I smiled at the advice she gave me. "Seriously, if a guy ever makes you frown, you tell me. I will gladly take care of him." Cedar took a sip of his latte.

"I can handle myself." I protested playfully. "You weigh practically nothing. Honestly, someone could break you like a stick." Cedar stated.

"Psh-" I stopped myself, staring at the scene outside the caffe window and across the street. A women was screaming at her son and people were walking by, staring at the scene. I looked away from the scene, feeling sick.

"What's wrong? Do you know him?" Cedar asked, turning worried. "No. I-I just hate when parents yell at their kids that loud. There is no reason for it and it's unnecessary." I explained bitterly.

"Did you're parents ever yell at you like that?" Cedar asked, obviously trying to find the source of my irritation. "No, never. Obviously anyone in the right mind feels sympathetic when parents scream at their kids in public but I absolutely can't handle it. But here I am, not doing anything to help that poor little guy." I sighed, burying my face in my hands.

"Lets just go." Cedar said, sensing my discomfort. We left a four dollar tip on the table and left.

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The ride home was quiet, more listening to the radio than each other.

Cedar broke the silence. "Have you ever heard the Quilete legends?" "What? Like my families?" I asked.

"Yeah." Cedar responded. "No." I shook my head. "Well, apparently the Quilete's descended from shape-shifters." Cedar continued.

"Like werewolves?" I asked, confused. "Yeah. Whenever you hear a wolf howl around Forks, most believe it might be the werewolves." Cedar said.

"You honestly don't believe that, do you?" I asked him, hoping he didn't actually believe this fantasy stuff. "You laugh now, but just wait until you realize your brothers are all werewolves or something." Cedar said, while pointing at me while keeping his eyes on the road.

"Oh yeah, I totally bet that will happen." I said sarcastically with an eye roll. We hit the backroads of Forks and I got curious to where we were now going. Cedar pulled over.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "C'mon." He motioned me to follow him. He headed towards the woods and not wanting to be left alone, I followed him.

"Cedar, where are you taking me?" I demanded. He just smiled in response.

The Woods was creepy at night to say the least. I constantly kept looking around, feeling as if someone was watching me. "My parents told me not to go into the Woods." I whispered quietly.

"Giselle, you'll be fine. I go through this path all the time. We're closer to home than you think." Cedar tried to reassure me as he looped his arm around my shoulder.

I mentally groaned, knowing my parents would probably kill me for this one. I finally noticed a clearing and once we made it through the clearing, I realized we were on a cliff. The ocean was down below and though I couldn't see my house, I knew it was close.

"Woah," Was all I could say. Breathtaking doesn't even cover the view. "My brother use to bring me up here all the time. Amazing, isn't it?" Cedar explained. "Yes." I agreed.

We sat in silence for a couple moments, taking in the scene around us. "If it wasn't dark or cold, I would say lets go cliff jumping." Cedar mumbled.

"People do that?" I asked him. "Wow, you are really out of the loop. It's what the boys at our school do all the time. To prove their 'manhood' or something. I've done it once and it's a total rush, but pretty scary once you hit the water. Especially when the waves are rough." Cedar explained.

"Sounds pretty dumb if you ask me." I scoffed. "I guess. It's just what we do for fun." Cedar reasoned. "I'd be too scared to ever do it." I admitted.

"You need to come out of your shell. You're kind of like a secret. Always quiet in public, avoid situations where you would in the spotlight, and you always like to play it safe. I'm not saying those are bad things by any means, but do something that you'll back on when you're older and think 'oh god, why did I ever do that?', ya know?" He explained to me.

"I have anxiety, so I'm always fearful I'll have a panic attack and then everyone will think I'm already more different than I already am. I don't adjust well to change. If things don't go how I planned them to go, it's a disaster to say the least. I've never been good at making friends, I have absolutely zero confidence." I told him truthfully.

"Just do something crazy once. Like, get arrested or something." Cedar said with a laugh and I joined in. "My parents would definitely never let me out of the house and I would have a tracker placed around my ankle." I said. He thinks I'm kidding but I am most certainly not.

"Are you parents that controlling?" Cedar asked. "No, just very protective." I explained. "One of these days, do something for yourself." He said. I smiled, knowing he was a true friend.

"Ready for your date tomorrow?" Cedar broke the silence. "Um, that's a good question. Do I curl my hair? Wear a dress? And high heels?" I rambled on.

"Wear a plain black dress, that's about mid-thigh length, hugs you at your natural waist and arm length doesn't matter because you'll be wearing a gray cardigan over it, unbuttoned. For tights, wear a black pair with a lace design on it. Black ankle boots for shoes, and straighten your hair put pin the top half of it up. Got it?" Cedar instructed.

"Can you be my personal stylist from now on?" I asked in disbelief. That outfit sounded super cute and I have all the materials he told me to wear.

"Girl, you now I so will be!" He said and hugged me. The moment was cut short when I heard wolves cry about two miles away. I shot my head over my shoulder, my hair hitting Cedar's face. "Lets go before they get us." Cedar joked but I was truly terrified. I clutched onto his arm, started to shake.

"Giselle, are you okay?" Cedar's voice sounded like a background noise. Everything started to blur in and out, and it looked like everything was glazed over.

I could feel my heart race, and my throat tighten. "My medicine." I kept repeating, either in my head or out loud, I couldn't tell.

"Giselle, Giselle!" A voice kept yelling, and I then realized I was sitting on the ground, as if I had fallen. A face was right in front of mine, but everything started to become a blur.

I saw the beautiful night sky as I started to loose consciousness, causing my upper body to fall backwards.

"Giselle, can you hear me? Oh shit," Was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

I heard a door creak open, like a screen door. "What happened?!" A female voice panicked, obviously scared. "She passed out, and I don't know why!" The voice above me said.

"Jake!" The females voice screeched and before I knew it, I was getting taken into someone else's arms, which were very warm. "Shit, shit, shit. Preston! Go get me a cold damp rag! Nolan! Make a bed on the couch!" The deep male voice said. The persons arms I was in started moving. I was then gently laid onto a cushiony surface with something cool laid on my head.

My eyes felt heavy, no matter how hard I tried to open them. "Giselle, honey? Can you hear me?" The soft female voice started to fade out, and I drifted off to a peaceful dream state.

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I shot up, opening my eyes. Everything became blurry again, since I sat up to quickly. Before I almost fell back down, someone caught my arm while my upper torso stayed arched back since I was caught from falling backwards.

I finally brought the rest of my body up, after everything became crystal clear. "How are you?" Oliver asked, looking me in the eyes. "Um, I feel fine now. I had a panic attack, so I worked myself up so much, I think I fainted..." I drowned out, looking around confused. How did I get on the couch? When did I come home?

"Yeah, you did. Scared the living hell out of us. Do you enjoy scaring anyone?" A voice behind me said. I turned around to see Nolan leaning in the entryway of the living room.

"Yes, I faint to scare people. How did you figure it out?" I sarcastically said with a smile. "Oh, I ought to smack you upside the head." Nolan said while laughing and leaving the room.

"But, how do you feel? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Oliver asked, causing me to turn back towards him. "No, I'm fine. I feel totally fine." I assured him. My parents came into the living room and my mom immediately started to feel my forehead while my dad sat on the armrest of the couch, right by my head.

"Guys, I'm fine. Promise! I just got my self worked up and passed out. You know I'm known to do that. Isn't the first time its happened." I pointed out. "But, you were getting better. You stopped fainting and then here comes that dude with you in his arms saying that you passed out." Preston argued, sitting on the love seat across from the couch I was lying on.

"You guys are worrying too much. I just worked myself up. I haven't fainted in awhile so this is progress." I argued back. "Just please do what the therapist would tell you to do so we can avoid you fainting when you're by yourself because if Cedar wouldn't have been there and you fainted in the woods, you can bet I would have had ever person in La Push looking for you." My dad warned and I knew he was 100% serious. I smiled in return and he kissed my forehead before leaving the room, probably to call everyone to them I'm fine.

I got up off the couch and called Cedar. "Are you okay?!" He answered panicky. "Yes, I'm fine. It's not uncommon for me to pass out. Thanks for carrying me by the way." I thanked him with a giggle. "You practically weigh less than a feather. It was no big deal. But you fainting, now that was a big deal. Why didn't you tell me you spontaneously pass out when you get scared?" Cedar said as if he was scolding me. I eye rolled at his tone.

"I have an anxiety disorder, but it's getting better. This was just a minor speed bump on my road to victory." I sarcastically said to him which caused him to laugh.

"Stop trying to make laugh, I'm trying to be serious!" Cedar laughed, which I was trying to do to ease the tension. "Just give me a heads up next time. Like, 'Hey, Ced, gonna faint in about four seconds, k?' That would be awesome, Antelope."

"Okay, asshole. I'll make sure to do that." I joked with him. "I gotta go do some more laundry. Bye, Antelope. Feel better!" "Goodbye!" I replied and hung up. Right as I set my phone down, it vibrated again. I picked my phone back up and slid the screen to unlock it.

'Giselle, if you don't reply I'm going think you're dead'

'Porter, I'm alive. We're all good! I just got worked up and passed out. This definitely isn't the first time'

'Nolan was hanging out with a few of us and when he got the text, literally everyone was panicking and freaking out.'

'Stop trying to make me feel guilty! Lol but everything's all good now. Don't worry :)'

'When you moved here, no one thought you would cause this much trouble. Now you got the whole reservation running around like chickens with their heads cut off'

'I like to keep people on their toes ;)'

'Yeah, keeping people of their toes, that's exactly what you've been doing. Well I'll see you tomorrow. Rest up.'

'Bye :)'

I kind of feel bad for making people panic. I just get myself into situations and they never usually go right. Soon my family will invest in getting me a child's leash. I really hope it never results to that because that sounds pretty awful.

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The sun was blinding when my eyes fluttered open the next morning. I groaned and shielded my eyes, hoping my corneas didn't completely disintegrate.

I got up from bed and grabbed a rubber band from my nightstand to tie my hair up into a ponytail. I slipped on my flip flop plush slippers and made my way downstairs to where the kitchen is.

My mom set a plate down infront of me that had a very large pancake and three strips of bacon on the side of it. She also handed me a glass of orange juice that I immediately took a sip of. It made the dryness of my throat go away.

"Are you sure you want to go on this date tonight?" My mom asked while washing the dishes. "Why wouldn't I?" I responded. "What if you faint again?" I rolled my eyes at her.

"Does everyone in this house have to keep overreacting over that? I'm perfectly fine!" I assured her. "Well, keep your cell phone on you no matter what, okay?" She instructed me and I nodded.

I nibbled at the bacon and ate about half of my pancake. "Not hungry? You usually eat all of this." My mom noticed and then looked at my face to study it. "I'm just not that hungry today." I responded and got up from my chair. I walked up to the bathroom and got into the shower.

The warmth of the water was relaxing to say the least and I didn't want to get out until there was banging on the bathroom door. I screamed and slipped in the shower, but I didn't hit my head or anything so I'd probably just get a bruise on the side of my left thigh.

Thankfully I had already washed my hair and body so I could get out of the shower and confront whoever scared me. I angrily cracked the door open since I only had a towel wrapped around my body and I didn't want too much of the cold air leaking into the steamy bathroom.

"Woah, hey there. Did you fall in the shower about two minutes ago?" EJ asked me, who was standing outside of the bathroom. "Yes, in fact I did, thanks for asking." I said, angrily.

"Oh, well you're a klutz. The guys and I are going to play soccer, you coming?" EJ invited me. "Would I be the only girl?" I questioned, already knowing the answer. "No..." EJ responded. "Uh huh, exactly so no thanks. Have fun!" And I slammed the door in his face.

I dried off the rest of my body and slipped into a pair of dark blue jean jeggings, a loose, flow-y light pink tank top and I slipped a gray lace cardigan over it. I applied mascara to my eyes and liquid eyeliner to my top eyelid. Since my hair was still wet, I'm gonna let it dry and then do something with it.

I threw my dirty clothes in the hamper and hung my wet towels up. I left the bathroom and went back into my room.

I'm hoping tonight is going to be everything that I've dreamed it will be.

Okay so I planned on having the date in this chapter but I guess that didn't happen. Haha but definitely the next chapter! Happy New Years everyone :)