"So…there's a beach right?" Matt asked for the thousandth time.

"Sure is." my dad smiled at the both of us through the rearview mirror.

I just looked him. His tan skin looked worn, and his eyes looked tired. I suddenly felt bad for the hell I put them through during the 3 month processes of moving.

This would be the first time I saw the house. My mom traveled here every now and then to set up the house until our house was empty and everything was in the new one.

"Why is it so….wet then?" I asked.

My brother started laughing, his head is in gutter. I glared at him, and looked back at my dad.

"Its just the way La Push is." he answered.

The way he said the name made it sound like he had a unknown respect for the small town. Like an underlined meaning only he understood. It was strange. And I didn't like it.

"How about some Quileute Legends to get into the mood?" He said, another underlined meaning I didn't like.

"Yes!"

"No."

You can probably guess who said what. And if you think I said yes, just go ahead and stop reading, its pointless. Anyway…

"Come on Mackie, your basically living a Quileute legend." My dad said, looking me in the eyes. The hidden meaning in his eyes again.

I looked away and plugged in my ear phones. I turned on something along the lines of Metal, planning on drowning out any conversation about Quileute legends or hidden meanings.

"Mackenzie!" yelled my brother in my ear. I automatically reached up to hit him, but I felt something warm.

"Matt, are you getting sick?" I said, sitting up.

"Nope. I feel great!" he beamed. I looked him up and made sure nothing changed. How do I know the air here isn't toxic or something? Last thing I need is my brother turning into some sort of gelatin.

I looked around and noticed I was in my room. It was a nice light blue and brown themed. Two slightly large windows framed a wall of the room. Another had two doors, I'm guessing was a bathroom and a closet, a small bookcase nuzzled between the two. The other wall held a dresser and desk. And the last wall was the one my bed's head board was against along with two beside tables on each side. My bedspread was a light blue that matched the walls. The sheets a white and the pillows were different blues and browns.

"Come on, the guest are probably here." Matt said, pulling out me out of my bed forcefully. When did he get so strong?

"Guest?" I said a bit worried.

"Yeah, dad reconnected with an old friend of his. He invited him and his son over." Son? "oh and couple of his sons friends." Sons Friends? "Dad told me to tell you to wear something nice. Like a dress. I told him that would never happen. You never wear dresses let alone wear one for some boys-"

"Shut up Matt." I said, walking to my closet. I could hear the thump of his feet behind me.

"I'm just saying…you wouldn't do that."

"I would too." I turned to glare at him.

"Want to bet?"

I opened the door to my closet and froze. It was a walk in closet and completely stocked.

"Your on." I smirked, and shut the door behind me.

I walked around my closet, letting my hand run over the clothes to my side. I found some dresses, but none of them where…my style. I decided to go against a dress. I grabbed some jeans, a nice shirt and undershirt. I combed through my hair, put on some eyeliner, and found my way downstairs.

"You liar!" Matt yelled, once I found where everyone was.

"You never specified when I had to." I gave him a sly smile. I could tell by his face that he was going over our conversation. When he was done he sighed.

"There's my girl." I turned around to see my dad talking to a man in a wheelchair. It tugged at my heart strings.

"Hey." I smiled slightly.

"Its nice to meet you." said the man.

"You too…?"

"I'm Billy Black, me and your father used to be good friends." he replied.

"Its nice to meet you then." I smiled.

"Mackers, Football!" my brother yelled.

I spun around and my brother threw the ball at me. I caught it, and walked over to him.

"wait, she's going to play?" said a tanned skinned boy with very short hair, he looked mad.

"Be nice Paul." said a boy who thought he was the sexiest guy a alive.

"its not happening Embry." a dorky looking dude said.

"Shut it Quil." 'Embry' said.

"I'm Seth!" said a much younger boy compared to the rest. I smiled, he seemed nice.

"Shut up Seth." they all said in unison.

I stood there awkwardly. They kept staring at me as if waiting for something to happen and trying desperately to look in my eyes.

"Wow, I think I'll pass on the football game…have fun boys." I said throwing the ball back to my brother.

"You passed?" my dad said shocked as I walked by.

"they…were unique." I said, taking the empty seat beside Billy.

"yeah, they are one of a kind." Billy said, his voice had an underlined meaning also, "my son couldn't make it, he had…to work."

I nodded, thinking about what all this hidden junk is about. I think its time to use ole reliable. Google, that is.

"I brought the '69." my dad said, smiling at me.

"Seriously?" I said, getting out my seat.

"Yeah, go ahead and start on it."

"okay." I smiled and walked by mom who frowned.

She always wanted a girly girl daughter. I was the opposite. I know cars and football. Not styles and makeup. She doesn't like the fact I'm like that, but she gets over it. Every now and then I'll please her and wear more then foundation and eyeliner, and I'll occasionally wear a skirt, but not to often.