A/N Second chapter here, from my OC, Lu's point of view. The majority of the story will be from her perspective, though I'd be happy to throw in some Paul POV's here and there as well, whatever ya'll enjoy.

Attention Drama lovers: These first few chapters will be pretty fluffy, but just hang on, because there is lots of drama to come. I pinky promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, and I probably never will.

I felt like a cat. That's what cats do, don't they? Climb trees and get stuck, so some fireman has to climb a ladder to reach the hissing terrified creature and return it to it's owner, the rosy cheeked, curly haired little girl who was stupid enough to lose her cat in the first place.

I doubted a fireman would save me though, because I don't have a bratty child looking out for me. I have an ex-best friend who will no longer give me the time of day, a dead father and a mother who could care less about anything I do, which is why I was currently in a fucking tree in the middle of the night.

And so, I was going to die up here, probably starve to death, or if i'm lucky I'd fall, break my spine and be eaten by the wolves that roamed these parts.

So I figured hey, if I'm going to die, I might as well sing.

A few verses into Yellow Submarine I was rudely interrupted by a grouchy voice coming from below me.

"What the hell are you doing out here?"

I will admit, he scared the shit out of me and I almost fell then and there. But thankfully I didn't, and grasping the nearest branches tightly in my hands I surveyed him from my perch. He was shirtless and even from thirty feet up a tree I could make out the well defined muscles of his chest and abdomen. I frowned. He was one of them.

By them I mean a member of Sam Uley's little gang of misfits on steroids. At least that's what I referred to them as. I wasn't exactly fond of them, considering my best friend since preschool, Brady Walters hit a sudden growth spurt and ditched me for Sam and his followers a few months ago.

Needless to say I think the scowl I directed at the Sam clone was completely warranted.

And hey, why was he shirtless? Why did all of Sam's gang insist upon running around the rez half naked all the time? Talk about conceited.

It took me a moment of scowling to realize the idiot was just standing there, waiting for me to answer his question.

"I'm kind of...stuck?" I said with a mixture of sarcasm and uncertainty because I didn't want to be nice to this guy, but I didn't want him to abandon me up here either.

I couldn't be sure, but I could have sworn a look of concern crossed his face in that moment. I'd thought he'd make a snarky comment or tease me -because really, who gets stuck in trees?- but instead he surprised me by climbing the tree, making his way towards me.

I made no move to speak, and I didn't ask him what he was doing, although I was curious as to how climbing up here helped my predicament.

It didn't take him long to reach my spot in the tree, despite it taking me at least ten minutes. For a moment we simply stared at eachother, though I'm sure our expressions were quite different from eachother's. I'd imagine on my face would be a look of bewilderment, whereas he seemed completely at ease, his eyes never leaving my face.

Now that I had the chance to really look at him, I had to admit, this guy was not unattractive. His features were broad, a straight nose, strong jaw...-

I mentally shook my head. I needed to focus.

"I'm Paul." He breathed.

"Lu."

"That's a... unique name."

I cracked a smile at that. "It's short for Lucille. My Dad's favourite show was I Love Lucy."

My face fell a little as I thought of my father. It still hurt to think of him, how he'd loved the simple innocent humour of old sitcoms. He'd instilled in me this regard, it was something we'd shared, but not even that could make me like my name. It was too...girly for me, in my opinion, It didn't suit my personality.

"Oh. It's a pretty name. I like it." I blushed at the compliment. Everyone i'd ever met thought my name was strange, including my mother.

"Thanks," I muttered. We sat in somewhat awkward silence for a few minutes. He just kept staring at me, and it was starting to get uncomfortable.

"So Paul," I began. His entire face brightened when I said his name. This boy was strange.

"Are we going to just sit up here and make small talk or what? I don't know about you but I kind of want to get out of this tree and go to bed."

He looked like he'd been snapped out of some deep thoughts. "Oh, right. That's why I climbed up here in the first place. Now," He winked at me. Yes, winked. I was torn between wanting to blush and wanting to punch him. "Follow me, do as I do, and I'll get you out of this thing in no time."

Paul may be odd, but I found myself regretting my earlier judgement of him. He seemed kind, and he was patient as I did as he told me and carefully maneuvered my feet, balancing on the thick branches and praying that I wouldn't fall.

"So," He started after we were finally on solid ground, "Why exactly were you in a tree in the middle of the night?" His expression was that of amusement. "I don't know if you realize this, but it's not exactly safe out here."

I laughed awkwardly, not looking in his inquisitive eyes. "I think I can take on the raccoons."

He quirked an eyebrow at me, as though suspicious of something. "Are you avoiding the question, Lu?" His expression was teasing.

I blanched. For someone I'd just met, he read me well. "Let's just say my mother and I don't have the best relationship. Sitting in high places is calming for me."

He nodded in understanding, not saying anything. I appreciated that. Trying to explain my mother was...complex, to say the least. I couldn't remember the last time she'd truly spoken to me, even looked at me. I'd come to realize it was best if I just avoided her altogether.

We walked in companionable silence until we reached a gap in the forest. I found his presence to be calming, feeling more comfortable walking with him than I normally did around people, least of all people I barely knew.

I turned to thank him for helping me, assuming he'd be eager to ditch the weird chick and carry on with whatever he'd been doing before he'd found me.

I looked up at him, and for a moment I was mesmerized. His eyes were a lovely warm shade of brown, and I found myself wanting to put my hands on either side of that chiseled face and kiss those perfectly plump lips-

"Which way?" Thankfully, he interrupted my overly hormonal thoughts.

I tried to subtly take a deep breath and calm my beating heart.

'Calm down Lu,' I thought. 'Just because you've been denied human contact the last few months doesn't mean you can jump the first boy to look your way.'

"Er, left." I said, my answer sounding a bit breathless. I hoped he hadn't noticed. "You know, you don't have to walk me home, I can find my way from here." I didn't want him to think I was just some helpless damsel in distress who was too stupid to find her way around the tiniest reservation in Washington.

He smiled a dazzling smile. "I want to." I swallowed. I didn't trust myself to answer.

As we were walking I couldn't help but steal glances at Paul out of the corner of my eye. After all, it's not every day that some incredibly attractive guy saves you from probable death and walks you home after just because he wants to.

Unfortunately, our pleasant stroll ended too soon, as we neared the walkway leading up to my house.

"This is my stop I suppose." I began "It was nice meeting you Paul, thanks for the help."

He grinned at me. "It was nice meeting you too...Lucille." I liked the way my name sounded when spoken by him. It made me hate it just a little bit less.

With a parting smile I turned and made my way to my front door, but just as I was about to reach it I heard Paul softly call my name. Turning, I saw him quickly striding towards me, a look of determination and apprehension on his handsome face.

"Would you like to go out with me some time?" He asked.

I was speechless. Despite my enflamed cheeks I tried to act calm and collected, but my nod felt a little too eager.

I forgot about my embarassment when I caught sight of him beaming down at me. "Great. I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven?"

I cleared my throat, "Sure, sounds good." And with that he turned and left for real. There was a strange feeling in my stomach. Not quite butterflies, but giddiness. I almost wanted to give in to my girly side and squeal, but I had the sneaking suspicion he might hear me.

The house was dark and quiet, as I'd expected it to be. Mom probably had a twelve hour shift at the hospital, and she wouldn't be home for hours. I made my way upstairs to my bedroom, changing into my pajamas I slid into into bed, a permanent grin on my face all the while.

Voila, chapter two! Thank you so much for the reviews, they've made my day. :)

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-Duck