A.N. Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I hope you like the chapter.

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and plots belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning with the sound of voices coming from downstairs. I looked at the clock on my bedside table and saw it was quarter to seven in the moring. I decided that I would first take a shower and then go and find out what it was. After I had come out of the shower, water dripping from my hair, I walked back into my room in search of something to wear that day. I walked over to my closet and pulled open the doors. After five minutes of searching, I settled for a pair of navy jeans and a dark red, long sleved top. After putting them on I walked over to my dresser to do my hair. I dried my hair and then decided that the best thing to do with it was to straighten it and leave it down. Then I applyed a little make-up, I had never been a big fan of it and only used mascara and lip-gloss, and decided I was ready for the day. I then walked down the stairs to the sight of my father and one of the Quileute boys arguing in the living room. As I walked in they immediately stopped, obviously trying to hide whatever they were arguing about from me. I thought it would be kinder if I didn't question my father about it in front of this mystery person in my house so instead I walked into the kitchen shouting from there if my father would like a cup of coffee. After I had made them I walked back to my father in the living room. As I walked Dad said to me;

"Oh, thanks Rachel."

"It's fine Dad." I replied to him. After he had taken a sip of his coffee he introduced me to the mystery person that had not spoken since the argument he had had with my father.

"Rachel, this is Sam Uley. You remember him from the last time you were here."

"Yeah of course I remember." I stuck out my had for him to shake. When he did I said to him, "I didn't recognize you, you've grown so much since the last time I saw you."

"Yeah," he said. "Lots of the boys round here have been having growth spurts." He then turned to the door as if to leave. He suddenly turned back to face us as if he had forgotten something and said; "Well I better be going, Emily will be waiting for me."

"Okay." Said my Dad. "I'll see you later Sam." Sam then turned an walked out of the door. As soon as he had left, I walked up to the coffee table an picked up two mugs that had been left on their the night before. I them placed them in the sink in the kitchen. As I walked back into the living room I asked Dad.

"What were you two arguing about?"

"Oh eh...um nothing," he said with a look on his face that told me that he was obviously lying. I was a clear fact that he wasn't going to tell me the truth so I decided that I would go for a walk to clear my head and calm me down from the fuss about not knowing. First beach sounded good, it had always been a calming place for me.

"I'm going to go for a walk for a bit, to get used to the area." Billy must have known what that meant. He had a knowing look on his face. I could also see another look on his face, a look of sadness, like he wanted to tell me something but he just couldn't.

Five minutes later I had my shoes and coat on and was heading out of the front door on my way to La Push.

Ten minutes later I was walking down first beach. The sea air calming me down and making me forget all my earlier thoughts on the argument my Dad had with Sam Uley. Before I left I used to come to first beach to calm myself down if I got angry or upset. The salty air seemed to numb my brain and allow me to forget everything that I wanted to.

I was so relaxed and calmed that I didn't realize I wasn't the only person on the beach. I only realized that when I walked face first into the other person on the beach.I took a step back and took a quick look at him. He was incredibly tall. He had the tanned skin that made him an obvious I felt him he felt like he had a temperature. He reminded me of Sam Uley. The height, the warmth they had to connected. When I was still thinking he said to me;

"Oh sorry, I didn't see you there."

I said back to him, " No it's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going, I didn't realize there wasn't anyone else on the beach. I just came down here to clear my head." I then stood there looking at my feet, I didn't feel like embarrassing myself in front of a complete stranger.

"Yeah, this is one of the quietest places in La Push, a good place to get away from everything." He then said at what sounded like an after thought, "You're Rachel Black aren't you?"

"Yeah, how did you know?" A asked him, surprised that he knew who I was.

"My name's Paul Millers." He said to me. I had heard of him, he was almost two years younger than me, at nineteen, even though he didn't look it. I had heard from Jacob, when I was at collage, that he had pulled out of La Push high eighteen months ago without graduating. He was seventeen and a half then and even though at some point we would have been in the same school together, I had never seen him. Nobody knew why he dropped out, but I didn't put him down for it because a life of education isn't for everyone. It wasn't till I heard what he said next that I started to put him down.

"I'm a friend of Jake's."

"Oh." I said to him. That made me a little mad. How could anyone be friends with Jake at the moment. He was a selfish person that didn't care about other people's feelings. Paul must have read the anger on my face when he said that because he next said;

"He shouldn't have run off though, he shouldn't have left Billy to look after himself." I looked up at him, really looking into his eyes for the first time. His face told me that he was serious about what he had just said. There was a look of truth on his face, but there was also something else on there, like he would listen to anything I had to say. I then looked down quickly so it didn't look like I was staring at him.

"You really think that?" I asked him. Looking back at his face again but making sure I didn't look right into his eyes.

"Of course." He said. "Billy's a good man and he has done a lot for the tribe."

"Yeah, the tribe is one of the most important things in his life. He would never forget anything about it, especially not the legends, he loves them." After I said that Paul became suddenly quiet and he had some sort of a knowing look on his face. After a second of me wondering why he had that look on his face it completely vanished, like it had never been there in the first place. He then said to me as he sat on a stray piece of drift wood and patted the place next to him for me to sit on which I did:

"So, why are you walking around on First Beach so early in the morning?" He asked me.

I look again up to his face to decide whether I was going to tell him. After realizing that there was not much that could go wrong if I did I replied: "My father having an argument this morning when I came down stairs, with Sam Uley." I then checked whether he was actually interested with what I was saying by looking at his facial expression. He seemed eager to know what I was going to say next so I continued. "When I asked my Dad later what they were arguing about, he wouldn't tell me. Also it wasn't like I was going to do anything, I only wanted to know what had woken me up so early. He knew that and he still wouldn't tell me. So I decided that I would take a walk down First Beach to clear my head because it had always had done the job when I lived here before." When I had finished I asked him, "Why are you down here so early?"

"Oh, I had an argument with my Mum about the fact that I got in so late last night and I couldn't take her shouting at me anymore so I walked out the front door and headed here." He told me.

I couldn't help but be curious about what he had just said so I asked him. "Do you argue with your Mum a lot?"

"Yeah, sometimes." He said back to me. I was still curious so I then said to him.

"If you don't like it, why don't you just move out?

"I am planning to soon." He said to me. "But I don't think I could right now because my little sister loves me too much, and it would kill her."

Even though we had lived in the same place for most of our lives, I hadn't heard that he had a little sister. "What's her name?" I asked him.

His eyes seemed to fill with the love that he felt for her as he said: "Her name's Rosie and she is only six years old. She loves me telling her stories when she goes to bed and to make up all the characters with her teddies. She always stays up and waits for me to read her her story if I haven't told her before that I wasn't going to be there."

"She sounds cute." I told him.

"Yeah she is." He told me and then asked. "What did you study at collage?"

"I was studying to become an elementary teacher." I told him. "I had always enjoyed working with kids and I loved to teach things to people so I thought it would be the best job for me." I thought back to the time I had had in collage. I hadn't had many friends, but that hadn't mattered to me. I studied hard and always tried my best because I honestly enjoyed what I was training to do.

"Are you going to yet a job anywhere?" He asked me.

"I'm not sure yet." I told him. "I at least need to wait till Dad isn't on his own anymore and that he is less stressed. I'm not sure what school or where I would work so, fro the time being, I am going to keep my options open so I don't have to fix on one thing and do it."

"Yeah that sounds cool." He said to me.

We seemed to spend the rest of the time talking. I found out that his Dad left when he was thirteen and he had never really got on with his Mum. Also that he loved his sister and he would do anything for her.

I told him about what I had done in collage and what I most enjoyed about it which was the fact that I got to learn so much about what I loved.

I only noticed how late it was getting when the sky started to turn orange. I didn't realize how later it had become until I saw it. I had never spent that long before speaking to someone I had never seen before. Surprisingly I didn't resent what I had told him, even though I wouldn't even think about doing it with anyone else. I was surprised with how I felt, I had never felt that way before and I didn't understand why I felt it now. I then tune to Paul and said:

"I have to go now, I didn't realize what the time was."

"Okay." He said while I stood up and he did as well. "I'll see you around though, won't I?" He sounded almost insistent, like he really wanted to see me again.

"Ok." I told him. I didn't know why, but I really wanted to see him again. I then started to walk back home. When I looked back again, when I was halfway up the beach, he was still standing where I had left him. When I first looked back he had a sad look on his face, but when he saw that I was looking his face lit up and for some reason that made me smile. I walked away from the beach, happy with how I had spent my day.

When I walked in to the house the memories of the argument my Dad wouldn't tell me about suddenly flooded back to me. I decided that I would ignore my father that night and see if he would talk to me in the morning.

I walked through the lounge, not taking any notice of my Dad even though I could feel his eyes on my back, and straight into the kitchen. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and took it into my bedroom. I put it onto my bedside table and then changed into my sweats and a t-shirt. When I had got into bed I grabbed my cereal and ate it for my dinner. When I had finished it put the bowl back on the bedside table and settled down to go to sleep, thinking about how great my day with Paul was.

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