A/N: So, I'm sure you all hate me by now. RL has just been crazy. Full time job, full-time college, and moving. I just want to say I'm so sorry and I hope you guys enjoy this. Finally, I feel like an idiot! Seriously, all these chappies and not one has a disclaimer so….

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, situations, and places belong to Stephanie Meyer. If I owned twilight it would go a little something like this.

OK enough of my yabbing….

Recap: "Stupid Emmett." I mumbled, changing into my pj's. After my nightly routine, I grabbed Shadow, my silver stuffed wolf dad gave me when I was 8, and climbed into bed. That was the first night I slept without Nightmares, I dreamed only of Paul.

BPOV

As the weeks passed Paul and I spent more and more time together; keeping it light, he never brought up the time before the diner, and I was better for it. We had spent our time fixing my truck I so lovingly called Buck, and hung out around the diner. Today, we were finally going to the Res.

"Relax." Paul said, placing a hand on my shaking knee. "You'll be fine; everyone already knows who you are.

"Great, I'll be Doe Eyes the stripper, forever." I rolled my eyes.

"No. Your Bella, my Imp- um; important, uh, friend." I had a strong feeling that isn't what he started to say, but I let it go for now. We pulled up to a cute cottage with a small garden out front.

"This is Emily and Sam's house. Um forewarning, Emily was …attacked by an animal awhile back and has scars on her face, don't stare. It bugs Sam." Paul got out of the truck walked to my side and let me out.

"Why thank you kind sir." I said in a horrible English accent, and curtsied.

"You're welcome, Milady." He bowed, playing along with me and causing me to giggle. We walked up to the house arm in arm; just as he was about to open the door, without knocking, I stopped him.

"Paul! Knock."

He looked at me in disbelief, "I never knock."

"I would feel better if you did. Please, for me?" I pouted to him.

"Dangerous woman." He muttered. I smiled in victory when he raised his fist and knocked on the door. Seconds later the door was opened by a beautiful Quileute woman, even with the scars marring half her face.

"You must be Bella." She said pulling me into a hug.

Returning the hug I replied, "You must be Emily." We smiled at each other, and she invited us in.

"Bella, this is Sam."Paul pointed to the oldest, more serious looking of the group.

"Jared." Jared, the one that was interested in Kim, was the widest of the boys, and had the shortest hair: almost military cut.

"Jake, and Embry" the last two were defiantly the youngest, Embry had very soulful eyes, and looked a bit shy; While Jake looked like a little puppy dog, loyal and sweet.

"It's nice to meet you all." I told them all with a small smile, while staying close to Paul.

Sam looked at me and said, "Bella, I hope you make yourself at home. I have a feeling you will be here often enough." Then I was dragged off to the kitchen by a surprisingly strong Emily.

"Oh Bella, you have no idea how great it is to have another girl around here. All this testosterone is overwhelming" Emily said to me. I walked to her side with the pot for potatoes. The pot was bigger than my head.

"What are we making again?"

"Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn."

"But why so much?"

"Well you've seen Paul eat?" I nod my head. "Times that by four."

"They all eat like that?"

"It's a La Push thing." Seesh! I'd never be able to afford to feed Paul. I did NOT just think that. What is wrong with me?

"Geeze." I say, instead.

"So, I've never seen Paul smile so much. He's kinda the angry one of the group." Emily looks at me pointedly.

"Paul? Angry? I've never seen it."

"Cause' you're you." She said vaguely.

"That makes perfect sense." I replied sarcastically.

Emily turned then, but I still saw the tiny smirk on her lips. Her kitchen was bright and airy; you could tell she spent a lot of time in here. "Do the boys ever cook?"

"HA! As if. That's, like, below them. The women cook."

"Humph. What is this the stone age? Me man. You woman." I did a gruff imitation of a caveman.

"Oh, Bella you crack me up!"

After that we got to work doing some serious cooking; I don't know how Em did this all the time. She was like a vampire in the kitchen, so fast she blurred and totally precise, But without the really pale skin and creepy factor. In two hours we had enough food for an army and a completely spotless kitchen, no thanks to the guys who bailed halfway through the fiasco with a quick kiss to Em's cheek from Sam, and a 'see you soon Doe' from Paul to me.

"So, when does dinner start?" I asked Emily.

"Well we need to make our plates first, because if we don't we get no food. And I'm not over exaggerating. The boys should be home any minute."

Just then the front door slammed open and five laughing, shirtless, men walked through the living area into the kitchen. Sam greeted Emily with a kiss to her scarred cheek, then her mouth. He said a small thanks then made up a plate.

"Okay Doe, on a scale of one to five, how much did you help?"

"Uh, one and a half?" I replied to Paul.

"Good then its edible."

"Paul! Not cool, I told you I couldn't cook in confidence." I pouted.

He gave a deep throaty laugh, "Sorry little one, but it's true" he gave me a kiss on the forehead. Emily and I made our plates first, taking a piece of chicken, some potatoes and corn, than the boys went and by the time they were done there was no food left.

"…Where does it all go?" I stared at Paul's stomach in shock and horror.

"I'll be hungry in like an hour little one, I'll probably eat at the bonfire."

"Bonfire?"

"Bonfire." Emily chimed in. "We have one every weekend, its tradition. You have to come."

"If you're sure." I said, uncertainly.

"It's fine. You are one of us now, surviving the meal and all." Sam said.

NEXT UP: The Bonfire!

And Paul says: "Jesus you look fuckin' sexy"