Okay! These first few chapters are going to be a little short partly because I'm writing them on my phone and partly because I'm just trying to get the ball rolling so bear with me! I own nothing besides Jenna and Wayne!

I couldn't quit looking at him. I don't know why I didn't notice he was shirtless until he was sitting right beside me but I wasn't complaining. I kept sneaking glances and I saw that he was just outright staring at me. I felt my cheeks darken and I coughed awkwardly.

"I'm Paul," he told me. I mentally slapped myself. I hadn't even introduced myself.

"I'm Jenna, nice to meet you Paul," I replied. I saw him smile at me with a set of perfect teeth and I felt myself melt a little bit inside.

"Jenna... That's a beautiful name. Are you from around here or just traveling through?" He asked me. I felt butterfly's in my stomach after he said my name. The way it fell from his lips it almost seemed like he was meant to be the one to speak my name.

"I am, I live in Forks but I'm from La Push," I told him. His head snapped to me and he gaped.

"You're from La Push?" He asked. I nodded and smiled.

"Yeah, my mom was from there. My dad lived in Forks and they met and married. I'd went there a few times when I was a child. I don't go there much anymore.." I replied.

"Does your mom still visit?" He asked me. I felt my chest tighten.

"No. She died when I was 6. Lost control one night when it was raining really bad. My dad was devastated," I told him. I saw his eyes soften.

"I'm so sorry. That's hard. My dad died when I was 8. He was my best friend. He was attacked by a bear," he shared. I felt my heart break. He could relate with me and I with him.

"That's so awful Paul, I'm sorry. I guess you can relate then huh?" I said. He nodded mutely and I reached over and grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly. His smile was almost blinding.

"So, tell me about this fiancé that leaves you on the side of the road," he said. I could tell by the hard edge to his voice that he wasn't pleased with the incident.

"Wayne. He's just very busy. He's really a good person. We met about a year ago and we've been engaged for about 3 months. We're getting married in 4 months. I was actually on my way back from Seattle after picking up my wedding dress. He's from Forks like my dad, they belong to the same country club. That's how I met him," I told him. I saw him shaking slightly and his jaw tightened.

"Too busy to pick up his fiancé in a downpour?! Sounds like an ass to me," he spat. I don't know why I felt the need to defend Wayne, but I didn't want Paul to dislike the man I was going to marry. I needed his approval for some reason.

"He's really not bad! He's a great guy and he loves me. He's just been stressed out trying to find a house for us near the city," I defended. Paul looked directly at me and frowned.

"Do you love him?" He whispered. I was taken aback. I thought about that question though. I didn't really love Wayne... I liked him enough. My dad really liked him it seemed. He was nice, from money. He knew people and he never took no for an answer.

"Yes," I said simply. Paul's entire demeanor changed immediately. He seemed to slump in his seat and his head faced toward the window. As we entered Forks he signaled for me to pull over at a gas station. When I did he turned and gave me a sad smile.

"Thank you for the lift, my friend will come get me from here. Maybe I'll see you around Jenna," and with that he hopped out of my car and walked off but instead of walking into the gas station he walked into the woods. As I pulled back onto the road I heard a howl coming from the woods. It sounded sad, almost like something was dying. My heart started to ache.