A/N : Important ! In Portugal there's no '911', it's '112' . Why you need to know ? You'll see :3 Hope you like it !

Disclaimer : I own nothing but Yasmin, Isaiah and Joseph .

Stranger

I layed on the rocky ground of First Beach, one of the several beaches of La Push .

Everything about this beach was so different of the sunny and warm beaches I learned to love, back in Portugal . My idea of going to surf was turning less ''appetizing'' . The water was so dark, almost black, even at sun light . There was some islands in the horizon, full of pine trees . A beautiful sight . Different, but beautiful . I've always loved pine trees, anyways .
'' At three '' I mumbled, grabbing my surfboard and putting it under my arm . '' One, two, ... three ! ''
I ran in the direction of the water, as fast as I could, before I could change me mind . I had to do it .
Shit, shit, shit, I thought as soon as my head emerged from the icy water . I forgot to fully dress my surfing suit .
I had only dressed it to my hips .
Aw, what the hell . Screw it .
I swam further away from the coast .
I could feel my body adapting to the temperature of the freezing water, thought I was pretty sure I would get sick . It was a lot more cooler than I had ever imagined .
Fuck .
I hated not being able to do anything and hated being miserable blowing my nose every five seconds .
I stopped swimming when I thought I was far enough to get good waves . I wasn't looking foward to get too far . I mean, I didn't know what the hell was under me because of that stupid dark water . In Portugal it was cool : the water was clean and I knew that there were no sharks because ... Well, I don't really know why, but Portugal just doesn't have sharks . And you can't say the same of the States, can you ? Just the thought of what was under me made me shiver .
Get a grip . Just think about waiting for the perfect wave .
I slightly turned around to look at the beach and saw a group of people hanging out on the beach and listening to some music . I was about to consider go meet them later, when the sound of a big wave hit me . I slightly turned around to look at a enormous wave coming towards me .
Oh my, ain't this my lucky day .
I turned again, and focused ahead of me . For a moment, it seemed like everyone on the beach was looking in my direction . I pushed that thought away as I could feel the wave making the water retreat . I forced my arms to push me forward , and on the right moment, I quickly got up from the board putting myself on a slightly crouched position .
You're mine .
I felt free . The water temperature was now insignificant . Nothing could stop me, nothing .
Surfing was a hobby of mine . I started when I was thirteen years old, on a camping trip with my family . I liked bodyboarding too, it was my dad's favorite sport . Well, maybe after football . Or soccer . Isn't how Americans call it ? It's kind of stupid to me . I mean, don't Americans play ''their'' football with their hands ? We, Europeans, play it with our feet . I personally feel like they totally stole the name, but whatever . I don't really like soccer . Though dad says I'm good at it .
God figures why ...

Some waves later, I decided to go back to the beach . Despite all the pleasure and freedom that surf provided me, I was starting to feel exhausted and my limbs were almost completely numb . I slowly went back to the shore, and laid next to the clothes I had left in the sand . I closed my eyes and let the sound of the waves crashing lull me to sleep .
'' Hey '' the unknown voice startled me, making me open my eyes . '' Sorry ! I didn't mean to scare you . Only wanted to know if you're okay . ''
What the f..., I thought as I looked over to my left to be faced with a pair of deep brown eyes . Seated by my side was a guy, apparently older than me, with long black hair partially covered by a baggy grey beanie . His russet skin which made me immediately know that he was from La Push . He seemed so friendly ... and attractive .
Heeeeeeeell yeah .
'' Oh yeah, I'm fine . Thanks . '' I said . '' Why ? ''
'' Oh, you know, you just seemed really tired '' he replied .
'' I'm fine . The exhaustion goes away . ''
'' Good '' he answered, smiling . '' So ... I saw what you did there '' he said, pointing to the ocean . '' I mean, not only me, everyone saw . It's a little impossible not to notice when somebody, especially a girl, dares to surf in La Push . I bet your legs are numb '' he laughed .
'' My legs ? Please, I can't feel my whole body ! ''
We laughed .
'' You know, when you got on that tube we were honestly thinking on calling 911 '' he said .
911 ? What the hell ?
'' 911 ? '' I asked, confused .
'' Yep . ''
'' Am I supposed to know what that is ? ''
He laughed a little until he noticed my confused expression . He looked at me funny before realization hit him, like he had remembered something .
'' You're not from here, are you ? '' he asked .
'' No. I mean, otherwise we'd have met before, right ? La Push doesn't look like such a big town ''
'' Of course '' he said, like the idea pleased him . '' It's just that, this is a small town and normally we know if we have new ' neighbors ' . But you must be a tourist . ''
'' Actually, I'm not '' I said, making his face light up a bit . '' I just moved here days ago . ''
'' Oh, cool '' he said with a big smile, making me smile back .
Indians are so nice .
'' Wait... '' he said . '' You're Isaiah's sister ! ''
'' You know Isaiah ? '' I asked .
'' Yeah, he's been hanging out with us. 'Us' as me and my friends . He's a cool guy ''
So those were the friends he was talking about .
'' I thought he had said that you were 14 ... ''
'' I am '' I said, making his eyes widen with amazement .
'' Don't take this wrong, but you look older . I mean, I'd give you 16 . ''
'' I wish '' I said, laughing . '' But really, I'm 14 . Going to turn 15 in two months . And you, how old ? ''
Please don't be too old, please don't be too old, please don't be too ol-
'' I'm 15 . ''
'' What ? No way ! You look older ! Much older, like 18 ! ''
He laughed .
'' I know, I'm too tall for my age '' he said, with a proud smile on his face .
'' How tall ? ''
'' Around 5 feet 8 inches '' he answered proudly .
Shit, Americans don't use centimeters .
'' Hum,... do you know how many centimeters that is ? ''
'' Why ? '' he asked, confused . '' Oh, let me guess, different kind of math ? ''
'' Yeah '' I smiled .
'' Well, then that'd be ... Around 178 centimeters, if I'm right . ''
'' Wow, how'd you know that ? ''
'' It's what happens when you decide to listen to Math's teacher for once in life '' he answered, making me laugh . '' And you, how tall ? ''
'' 172 centimeters, which is ... ''
'' Around 5 feet and 7 inches '' he finished . '' Not so small yourself '' he said, slightly surprised . '' I mean, for a girl that's pale . They tend to be small ''
'' Yeah ... ''
There I was, in a strange beach next to a friendly native american stranger, who I was comfortably talking to . What was wrong with me ? I had no idea . And I could not care less . However, I still didn't know his name .
'' Hey, I'm Yasmin '' I said, sticking out my hand and hoping he would say his name in return .
He took my hand in his and shook it .
'' I'm Jacob . Jacob Black .''

A/N : R&R pleaseeeeeee ! C'mon guys, I want to know what you think ! Please comment :3 Please :) Questions, ideas, anything ? Tell me, please .