Wow! I've got a lot of feedback already! Yay! So guess who's the father yet? It will be revealed in the chapter after next I think. My this is a long chapter! 1,108 words! Not including this! This will be the last chapter for the night! I'll try and update tomorrow! Also you will notice that I made a big change to the story-line. Jacob does NOT imprint on Nessie. I think it's gross and wrong and I do not know what Stephanie Meyer was thinking when she wrote that. He imprints on someone else who is age appropriate. Same to Quil, he doesn't imprint on Claire although that wasn't a huge part of the story. Thanks to all my readers! Please review
P.S. Riley looks like Britt Robertson (Lux Cassidy) except with brown eyes instead of grey.
My grandfather walked into the kitchen and started to talk on the phone. I stayed in the living room and looked at my reflection in the mirror on the wall. I had pale skin, chocolate colored eyes, heavy eyelashes, honey-blonde hair that curled naturally into cute ringlets. Besides the eyes I looked nothing like my mother. I probably looked like my father. Whoever that is. I smiled and shook my hair so that it fell out of my eyes.
"You are really beautiful." My grandfather said walking back into the room.
"Thanks." I blushed.
"You're mother used to be blush at everything too." He smiled.
"Are we going to see her now?" I said. I looked out the window. It was getting dark out. I was not looking forward to taking the bus back to Portland in the dark.
He shook his head. "We're going to a Bon Fire."
"A party?" I said looking at him incredulously.
"Yes."
"Is she going to be there?"
"No."
I let out a groan of frustration. "Then why are we going?"
"Bella can't see you tonight. I'll drive you there tomorrow. You're coming to the Bon Fire with me and you can sleep in Bella's old room tonight."
I sighed. "Fine."
"Don't worry. There will be people your own age there so you won't have to be with your old grandpa all night."
"Cool. Oh by the way, what should I call you? Grandfather feels too formal and it's too long to say, and calling you grandpa might be getting to sentimental."
"Call me Charlie." He said gruffly.
"Okay Charlie." I nodded. "It's nice and simple."
"Come on then." He said shrugging his jacket and opening the door for me. I pulled my hoodie around me and walked towards the car, careful not to trip on anything.
The drive was short. We were only on the road for twenty minutes before we turned onto a little road and at the end of the lane was a tiny house that had once been gray. There was only one narrow window beside the weathered blue door, but the window box under it was filled with bright orange and yellow marigolds, giving the whole place a cheerful look.
"This is Sam Uley's place. He and his wife live here with their kids. He's head of the pack."
"Pack?" I asked.
"I mean tribe." He said looking angry with himself.
"Oh okay."
Charlie walked through the open door into the house. It was very noisy inside. There was a small living room filled with old people.
"Hi Charlie." A man in a wheel-chair said. As soon I walked in, all eyes were on me. It was a little unnerving. They stared as though they were expecting me to drink their blood.
"This is Bella's first born then?" An old man with long gray hair boomed.
First-born. So I had siblings. "I'm Riley."
They continued to stare and another man scoffed as though my name didn't meet his standards.
"It's nice to meet you Riley!" a women's voice called through the room. I turned around and saw a tall girl who was stunningly beautiful except for three long scars that ran from her hairline to her jaw, like she had been clawed. She supported a little toddler on her hip and she had a little baby bump. The half of her face that wasn't scared smiled.
"I'm Emily and this is Levi." She said motioning to copper-skinned black haired toddler boy.
"Hi." I gave a bright over-eager smile.
"Emily we need more matches!" A male's voice called as he emerged. The guy was huge. He was at least seven feet tall and had a short crew cut.
"Dada!" The boy called out to him.
Emily grinned and gave Levi to the man who smiled and lifted his son up high. "Riley this is my husband Sam."
Sam looked at me and surveyed me like the older people did, Emily frowned and gave him a little smack on the head. He gave her an apologetic look and then turned to me and smiled.
"It's nice to meet you Riley. The rest of us are outside if you wanted to come. Food will be ready in a minute." He gestured to me and I followed him out to the back yard. Outside there were a dozen guys who looked just like Sam. Short black hair, dark skin, and all had the same tattoo. I wondered if it was a tribal thing. There were a few girls sitting near each other.
"Woofy!" Levi cried out to the guys. That brought everyone's attention to me. They all stared at me although most of the smiled to which I returned.
"Did he say Wolfie?" I asked Sam.
"Maybe." He said glaring at some of the guys as though they said something rude.
"Um, Sam? Matches?" One of the guys grinned.
"Oh, yeah." Sam said turning back into the house while the guys snickered.
"Hey newbie! Pull up some grass!" The one who reminded Sam of the matches yelled.
I walked over and sat next to him.
"Riley right?" He asked.
"Wow, Small town." I commented.
"Nah, Charlie's just a gossip." He laughed.
"Great." I nodded.
"I'm Seth." He said.
I gave him a thumbs-up.
Seth was going to say something else but right then the guy across from him threw a tin-can that hit him in the head. I laughed as Seth jumped up and chased the guy around the yard shouting, "Brady! I'm going to kill you!"
"You shouldn't laugh at other people's pain." The guy on the other side of me said grinning.
"What you going to do about it?" I challenged.
"Hmm? How about this!" He yelled and before I knew what was happening I was hanging upside-down
"Put me down!" I screamed.
"Not until you guess my name!" He laughed as everyone else turned to watch.
"It's Jacob!" someone shouted.
"I wasn't talking to you Embry!" Jacob yelled setting me down on my butt and launching himself at Embry and they started wrestling.
"Sorry about my boyfriend. Jake can be a dumb-ass." A girl with green eyes auburn hair said.
I laughed. The first time in a long time I had done so. "It's cool."
"I'm Morgan by the way." She said.
"Hey, I'm here!" a new guy said walking into the yard. He looked the same as everyone else, except he felt a little different. He was wearing a blue jeans, and a gray shirt.
"Who's the new chick?" He said roughly. I met his gaze stubbornly. He looked mad but when I met his gaze it all melted away. He stared at me in a way I'd never been stared at. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful, amazing, precious thing in the world. And all of a sudden I felt a pull toward him. Like someone tied us together with steel-cables.
That one moment felt like forever but our gaze was finally broken by Embry who shouted, "Congrats Paul! You finally imprinted!"