Hi! So what have everyone been up to lately? Reading fanfiction? Niceeee...;)

So here is the third chapter... this fanfic has a slow start yeah I know... But the action will come! Trust me ;)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA

What was it about this road? Ever since I could remember; I have always loved this road. Was it the asphalt? Maybe it was that every turn you took could take you to a different place. It was never ending, it always had new turns that took you to new roads leading you onwards to more roads. and I liked that. Every time I drove on this path; I felt free, like I could go anywhere, be anyone. I was limitless on this road.

I sighed in content and kept looking outside the window. It was a cloudy grey day but even the bad weather couldn't make this road look lifeless, quite the opposite. The trees that stretched along the side of the road looked vibrant green in this weather; I guess it was particularly green due to the drizzle of the previous night. This day was a pathetic excuse for summer but honestly I didn't mind that the sun wasn't gushing or that the ground wasn't dry, La Push fit me perfectly. When everybody expected it to be warm, it was cold. And when it was supposed to be dry, it was wet. It was predictable in an unpredictable way.

I turned my head away from the window to be able to glance out of the corner of my eye at Jared. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were beginning to whiten, was he trying to snap it in half? I was pretty sure he was going to succeed if he didn't loosen his grip a little. He looked straight ahead, his former teasing completely gone. And that's when I realized that he had no idea what so ever about where I lived.

"You just wanna keep heading straight until you see the huge oak tree" I said with an amused smile

"Thanks. I didn't really know where I was going so I just kind of let my instincts take over, which sounds completely insane now when I think about it. You can't really guess your way to somebody's house now can you?" he said sheepishly with a hint of blush staining his cheeks.

"You could have fooled me. You even took my favorite road home. You beat the odds Jared" I said.

"Beat the odds?" He looked really confused and almost sad that he couldn't understand what I had meant with my simple sentence.

"There are five roads you could have taken but you took this road. You beat the odds. Why did your instinct tell you to take this road?" I asked intrigued

"I don't really know Kim, It felt like you"

He flashed me one of his devilish grins; looking at me up and down.

Instead of answering, I simply shrugged and made a "heh" sound. It felt like hours had passed before Jared finally broke the awkward silence that had been stirring between us.

"So Kim, what do you like to do? I mean on your free time, got any hobbies? Maybe you like to go around steeling canes from old people? Or maybe you're one of those people who jumps of cliffs just for the heck of it?" He said with a chuckle

"Yeah, you got me! I just love my cane collection, makes me feel like a pimp. And I once stabbed a guy, just to watch him die" I feigned a serious face, but cracked up.

Now he was laughing too. It was an enchanting sound; it was a rumbly and deep, like it came from the pit of his stomach. He had such an easy laugh; I guess it was because he was such an easy person. I liked seeing him laugh; his whole face would light up and his eyes would sparkle. I didn't look directly at him but I could see his face from the corner of my eye. He sobered almost instantly, and turned serious again. I felt a pang of sadness run through me when he did. I liked this Jared. The happy, easygoing Jared. I felt at ease and comfortable when he was being silly. I started fiddling with my fingers; waiting for him to say something.

"No but really Kim, what do you like to do?" he looked genuinely interested so I actually considered telling him the truth. That my one true passion was singing. I only debated against it because I didn't want him to mock me for my "hopeless dream" like so many others before him had. When I'd told my mother about my dream of becoming a singer she had practically laughed in my face and looked at me like I was insane, which had hurt my feelings but the finishing blow was when she told me that she didn't think I was good enough for that profession. I didn't touch my guitar for three weeks after that, so depressed that I actually put it in my closet letting dust gather on it. Then I decided that I wasn't going to let her affect my life choice because it wasn't really about "making" it for me. I don't care about the money or the fame. I would be blissfully content with just knowing that someone, somewhere was listening to my song; feeling complete and happy even if it's just for a couple of minutes. That's what I want, I want to affect people, to reach out and comfort them with my songs. I'd take that over fame any day. After a few minutes of consideration; I finally decided on telling him.

"I like to sing and play guitar. I hope to become a singer when I'm older" I mumbled while looking down at my hands waiting for laughter. But nothing came, so I started to look up again.

Jared was watching me with his lips curved up into a smile. I let out a sigh of relief when I noticed that he wasn't going to start laughing either. The relief that was flooding through my body quickly turned into worry. Why wasn't he saying anything?

He seemed to sense my unease because he quickly replied after our eyes meet.

"I thought it was something like that, something requiring creativity. But I would have most likely guessed painter by the way you were admiring the road; almost like you were socking up the life that surrounded it. You were so attuned with the forest; and I've only ever seen one person that gazed at his surroundings like you did, and he was a painter" he looked at me with admiration in his eyes, he was pleased with my choice of a profession I guess.

I looked up at him chocked. He was not judging me or tearing me down? It was nice having people not doubt you for once, but also new so I didn't quite know what to make off it.

Was he making fun of me?

But I could tell that he wasn't because when he had said those lovely words, I could see that he honestly meant them. It was scary how easy he could read me, I felt like an open book which left me feeling vulnerable. But also quite pleased because that meant that he saw the true me and didn't condemn me for it.

"You got all that from me glancing a little into the forest?" I said with a hint of teasing in my voice.

Jared gave a short laugh at that before he replied

"Yeah I guess I did, but you don't hide your true nature as well as you think you do Kim."

"What do you mean by that?" I said with one eyebrow raised.

"Well for starters your clothes give you away a little" he said while pointing at my shirt.

I was confused.

"Care to elaborate?" I asked confused

"Well you might not notice it Kim but everything about you screams out nature. Your shirt is the same color as leaves, your pants the same color as the ocean after a stormy day even your hair looks like the color of a tree trunk. I just guessed you were a nature kind of gal"

He was right.

"What has that anything to do with my true nature?" I wondered.

"When someone is as deeply and spiritually connected to something as you are to nature; it means that they're more in tuned than other people are. This means that they're perceptive; that they see and understand things on a higher level that other people just don't. Your true nature is to see and try to spread it so that other people can see it as well through songs, paintings,books whatever."

"But you noticed me? So does that mean that you're different too?"

"I'm different but not like you are Kim, I can't paint my gift forward." He said while shrugging.

"What do you mean by painting it forward?"

"I see things clearer than most people, just like you do. But you have a talent where you can share your vision with other people, while I don't." He shrugged his shoulders lightly after he said it, like he was accepting his lack of talent.

"But you do have a talent Jared"

"Oh I do, do I?" he had a teasing gleam in his eyes, that indicated that he was enjoying our conversation.

"Yes your talents are with words, while other people; such as me needs a special "talent" as you call it, you don't require one. People understand what you see with the help of your words. See I don't have your talent so you have probably no idea of what I'm saying do you?" I let out a soft embarrassed chuckle.

"I think I have a tiny clue of what you're hinting at but if you care to explain further you could always sing for me?" He said with a wide smile.

"Why you sly dog"

I had been so deep into my thoughts that I had almost missed the flickering emotion of amusement that hid behind his eyes when he looked at me. It was like I had made an inside joke that I didn't even know. His lips were slowly turning up into an appealing smile which left me flustered and breathless. To stop from hyperventilating, I quickly turned my head so I looked straight ahead. I was beginning to see the big oak tree and I wondered if he was too.

"There it is" I said while pointing at the oak tree.

"Where do I turn after we pass the tree?"

"Not after, before. There is a little clearing just ahead to your left. It's a small secluded dirt road that takes you right up to a little yellow house, well my house I guess"

"You guess?" he said teasingly

He started to turn left. The dirt road was always bumpy and you always flew all over the place if you didn't have anything to hold onto which considering with my hurt hand; I didn't, I was pretty much flung all over the place. Jared slowed down when he noticed that I was hitting my right side, mostly my ribs on the car door. I gasped out loud when I made an impact with the car door again. It hurt like hell and was probably going to leave a big bruise. I gasped again when Jared suddenly stopped the car completely. He turned around so that his whole body was facing me; it looked like he was inspecting me for damage control.

"Either you're sitting in my lap so I can hold onto you or we're going to walk the rest of the way."

I started to laugh but stopped when I noticed that he was deadly serious.

"Are you serious!?" I said not knowing whether to laugh or gape at his absurdity, so I settled for option number two.

"Deadly" he said, his eyes burrowing into mine.

"But it will take us like twenty minutes to walk and I'm still a little light headed." I complained.

"Then I guess you're sitting in my lap."

"No it's fine I'll walk" I said.

He looked at me with frustration in his eyes. I could see that he wanted to strangle me but I couldn't care less. I was not sitting on his lap, I refuse. Not because I found the Idea repulsing it was because I didn't! I actually wanted to crawl into his lap, wrap my arms around his neck and just let his warmth run through me. I had found the idea so alluring that I had subconsciously moved my body closer to his. I was so close now that I could feel the heath radiating of his skin, skin which smelled like grass and sunshine. Oh god how I wanted to lean into him and place multiple kisses on his strong shoulders and just run my hands over his smooth chest.

Snap out of it!

I backed away quickly, too quickly judging by the confused look on his face.

Walking! Right Walking!

I reached for the door handle, second guessing my choice while doing so. I ignored the lightness that was currently my head and stepped out of the car. I took one step; slowly, to feel it out. The earth wasn't spinning and my knees weren't buckling so I guessed that I was safe. I took a few more steps before I noticed that Jared hadn't followed me. He just stood by the car, watching me, waiting.

"Are you coming or what?"

I started to take a few more steps and that's when I felt it, the shaking. My knees were going to give out. Jared was right; my muscles were too weak right now. Before I had the chance to fall, strong arms were supporting me from behind; holding onto my waist and shoulder.

"Are you sure you don't want to go back to the car again?" He said sounding a little smug.

He had won this time, but I wasn't going to go down without a fight! I debated against using my stern side or my manipulating one. I decided that Jared probably wouldn't be intimidated by somebody who was 5 ft 7 when he was much taller, almost 6 ft 3. So I chose the manipulating side.

"I really want to walk. I feel so trapped in that car" I pleaded; I even threw in a little eyelash batting.

His whole posture changed when I uttered those words. He grew rigid and looked down on me pleadingly; like he wanted me to change my mind for his sake, which I wasn't going to. It looked like he was actually considering it, so for good measures I threw in some reassurances and arguments.

"What if I can't hold on and I fly into the steering wheel head first? Plus I'll be fine walking! I can even hold onto you if I start to feel a little light headed, Okay?"

It was strange having someone worry for me as much as he did. And what was even stranger was that I didn't know why he did.

The steering wheel warning seemed to do it for him because he agreed on walking but on one condition; that I held onto him. I wouldn't have cared less if he agreed or not, I would have walked anyways. It was out of sheer politeness that I swayed him to my cause rather than just flip him off and walk home alone.

On cue he snaked his arm around my waist and lead the way home. I guessed he really liked holding me like this because he had done it more than three times already. If I asked him he would probably say something like it was just for the best achievable stability. So I let that thought float away to were all the dreams came to die; reality.

"You're insufferable and extremely stubborn you know that right?" He said with one cocked eyebrow.

"Yeah I know, my mom says that's my most endearing quality" I smiled the brightest smile I could conjure. It did what I wanted to because less than a second later he was smiling back at me.

"Kim, how come you fainted today?" He was waiting for me to answer a question even I didn't know the answer to. Well I did have a pretty good guess but it was too obvious to say out loud in front of Jared. So I decided on lying, well not really if you think about it.

"I'm not sure but it could be because I haven't eaten all day." I replied while looking straight at my feet, trying to hide my face so he didn't suspect me of lying.

"What!? Why didn't you say anything! We could have picked something up on the way home! God, Kim you must be starving!" He sounded like a bomb ticking, getting closer to the explosion by the second. I looked at his hand which was now shaking.

What was happening!?

"Jared?" I looked up at him and was instantly startled by the sight I was met with. He was shaking uncontrollably! His eyes wide with horror and his mouth open; taking gasping breaths.

And when I looked into his eyes and saw the pain I knew what was happening; he was having some sort of panic attack. I knew what I had to do at that second. I took his face into my palm and looked him deep in the eyes and started to sing the lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was little and had woken up hysteric from a bad dream.

Don't cry my darling, Angels are watching over you

With their warm wings they're wrapping you

feel yourself slip into a new dream

Dream of warmth and safety

Comfort and joy

Sleep my little darling, let the angel guide you

Away to the land of dreamers

At the end of the song I could feel him beginning to get steady again and breathe normally. I don't know what had triggered his panic attack but gave no thought to it. I was only happy that he was calming down again. Before I could let him go he crushed me into a tight hug and whispered a thank you into my hair. I simply nodded into his chest. He let go of me way to quickly in my opinion but I said nothing about it. I simply took his arm and placed it around my waist and started walking again.

"So…. What happened back there?" I had tried to let go off the lingering question but I just couldn't so I just spit it out.

He looked at me with shame and pain in his eyes. And all I wanted to do was find a way to banish it from his eyes.

"When I get upset; it's hard for me to control my feelings and they just come out in the must inconvenient way possible." He glanced my way but quickly averted his eyes.

"But what upset you?" I demanded

"A story for another time" He replied.

We didn't speak much after that. He, because he was embarrassed and me because I didn't understand him one bit. But after a while the quietness grew boring and I had to break it.

"So Jared, are you on steroids or something?" I blushed when I heard it out loud

Way to make it even more awkward, genius!

He didn't seem offended at all, rather the opposite. He was actually smiling a little. And before he answered my question he actually laughed.

"Where did that come from?" He looked pleasantly shocked.

"Well I don't know, you were sick for like three weeks and came back totally ripped! And there's no "normal" way to buck up that fast so either you sold your soul to a demon or its steroids." I was blushing again.

"So you noticed me huh?" He had that teasing gleam in his eye again, like he was enjoying my discomfort.

"Well it's pretty hard to miss someone that makes the hulk jealous. And you didn't answer my question" I pointed out.

"No it's not steroids, it was puberty I guess" Now he looked uncomfortable.

"You're lying aren't you?" I cocked one eyebrow at him. "I'm guessing it's one of those I can't really talk about it things?"

He nodded. It was obviously a touchy subject so I made a note to steer clear of it in the future.

Me and my stupid mouth.

"Hey! It's fine, so you can't tell me right now, no biggie. I'll just have to live with the curiosity."

We walked in silence the rest of the way, until we reached the yellow house.

"Oh god! I forgot about the car! I have to move it out of the way, I need it for work! How am I going to work today?" I was rambling.

He looked puzzled by my outburst.

"I can run back and drive the car up to the house and about the whole work thing; you can always call in sick?" He sounded so calm and relaxed that I felt him soothing me as well.

"No I can't, I need the money. So I guess I'll just have to make due with one hand." I shrugged.

"What do you need the money for so badly?"

I stated it simply with one word.

"College"

"Oh well that makes sense, where do you work?" he asked; a smile curving his lips.

"At Chief Joe, the little diner by route 29. You know it?"

"Yeah, I and my buddy's eat there a lot, well not as much lately. They have the most amazing "special" hamburgers, my mouth waters every time I think about them" He had closed his eyes now and licked his lips a little; almost like he was imagining eating one of them.

Now it was my turn to smile. Jared probably didn't know that it was my hamburger he talked about. The "Special" Hamburger was my creation, one I came up with when I was bored at the diner one day. I just kind of mixed everything I thought would be delicious and gave some to the owner. Joe actually liked the hamburger so much that he put it on the menu.

"I came up with that" I smiled at his now open eyes.

"What?" he looked confused.

"Well, The "Special" Burger is the one I came up with" I said with a hint of blush staining my cheeks.

"You made that!? Wow! It's the most amazing thing ever! I can probably scarf down like twenty of them!" He looked at me like he was amazed.

"Oh really? Then you better get a discount next time you come in" I replied with a little wink.

"I think I'll hold you to that" he chuckled. "I'll be right back! I'm just gonna run to the car and drive it up here for you"

I nodded and thanked him for his kindness. He looked oddly pleased whenever he helped me, it was strange but appreciated. When he said that he would run, he really meant run! Jesus he was fast! I hardly had time to blink before he disappeared into the clearing. I sat down on the porch and waited for him to return. I sighed in content when the sun started to shine a little; it had fought and clawed its way away from the clouds that seemed to want to darken it. I was pleased that it had succeeded because now I could lean my head back, close my eyes and just enjoy feeling the sun on my face. I just sat there socking up the vibe. God how I loved it here! I snapped out of my relaxation a few minutes later when I heard the soft roar of the car engine. Jared was back with the car and was smiling in my direction.

"My hero" I said under my breath when I closed the distance between us.

"Ever at your service" He bowed a little and waived with his arm before he placed it on his heart.

I laughed at his silliness, but was secretly happy that he had got the teasing and decided to tease back. He handed me the car keys when he finished chuckling. When I took them I realized that it was time to say goodbye, And for some reason I didn't want him to go.

"Wait! How are you going to get home? Do you want to borrow my car?"

I can't believe I just offered him my baby! What was I thinking!

He gave a short laugh at that; he found it amusing that I was worried about him.

"No I was planning on walking. I'm going to meet up with a couple of friends at the beach which is like only ten minutes away so I think I can manage. One of them will probably give me a ride home, but thanks" He winked

I only nodded. I was sad that he was leaving; I didn't want him to go. I had liked our conversations and our teasing banter. It had been nice and relaxing. I shook my head in an attempt to try to steer my thoughts away from the sadness.

"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I said unsure.

"Yes, you most certainly will. Who else will carry you if you happened to faint in history class again?" he teased

"Hey! You faint one time, one time and you're seen as helpless!" I laughed a little and punched him lightly on his arm.

He rubbed the spot and pouted a little; like it had actually hurt, which it hadn't. The gesture made me laugh again. He looked so cute with his lip pouting like that. All I wanted was to kiss his Booboo and make it all better.

"Oh you big baby"

He grinned at that. It was ridiculous to call him a baby because he was everything but! He was enormous! A lot taller and wider than me; which counted for something.

"I'll see you tomorrow in school Kim" He looked at me doubtful, like he was second guessing his decision to leave.

"Yeah Sure, I'll see you tomorrow my hero" I waved and grinned a little when he started to walk away. I stood in the same exact spot until I could no longer see him in the clearing; then I turned around and walked up to the front door. I put the key into the lock; unlocked it and stepped in. I was met by an empty house. I rejoiced! Mom was probably already at work, she always started work earlier on Fridays so that she could come home earlier. She hated to sleep the Saturdays away. This meant that she would probably be home at like 4am.

I headed towards the kitchen, looked at the clock and was shocked. The clock was only eleven! It felt like hours had passed since I fainted but only an hour and a half had passed since the incident.

My thoughts were interrupted by growling sound that came from my stomach. Jared was right I really was starving. I hadn't noticed it before when I was with him but now when I was all alone it was painfully clear that I was, judging by the stomach cramps in fact really hungry. I decided on grabbing a small snack because I was going to eat at the diner in a few hours anyways, so I didn't need anything big.

I made myself a turkey sandwich, and poured some orange juice as well. I sat down and ate my sandwich in silence. It was no longer a grey day but rather a marvelous one. The sun was high up in the sky glistening like a big diamond, the trees swayed gracefully in the wind and the grass was greener. It was a beautiful day. It was a shame that I was so tired that I couldn't go outside and enjoy it. All I wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for a couple of hours before I had to go to work. I put the plate and the glass in the sink before I made my way up the stairs to my room. When I closed the distance between me and the bed; I slumped my whole body onto the bed and sighed. I kicked of my shoes and my clothes until I was only in my underwear and crept under the cover. I let the warmth and the softness of the bed relax me. And soon enough I fell into a stupor.

I woke up with a jolt. I looked around the room, searching for the rasping noise that had woken me up but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I shook my head and gave a short laugh at my paranoia. I yawned and stretched in content, happy with the little sleep I'd gotten. I looked over to my nightstand where the alarm clock was. The clock was just a little over three. I jerked up with a volt of realization and started to scramble around; searching for my clothes. I started work in less than an hour and I had to take a shower before I left because I probably smelled pretty bad.

I picked up my shirt and smelled it and was hit by a wave of an indescribable feeling, it smelled like him. Like heaven. There was no way in hell that I was going to change shirts; I liked the feeling of his scent on me too much, it was almost like he was claiming me as his. I picked up the jeans as well and carried onwards to the bathroom. I let the clothes fall to the cold tile floor along with my bra and panties and stepped into the shower.

I turned on the water and let out an ear pricing shriek when I came in contact with the ice cold water. I took a few seconds that felt like hours before the water turned pleasantly warm. I wet my hair and tried to comb it with my fingers before I massaged in some coconut shampoo. After I rinsed it I started with the conditioner leaving it in while I soaped my entire body. It was hard doing this with only one hand but somehow I managed. I always loved this routine; it was so relaxing and always eased my muscles completely.

When I stepped out of the shower I quickly dried myself and dressed. I combed my hair and decided on braiding it so that it draped along my back, which hurt my hand a lot but it looked good. I walked back to my room, grabbed my shoes and then went down stairs. I slipped on my shoes and my jacket before I headed out the door. I hoped into my car, started it up and headed towards the clearing. When the bumpy road arrived; I held on for dear life with my one hand. It didn't take long for me to pass the bumpy road, a couple of minutes, tops. I turned on the radio and let out a little scream of excitement when I noticed that it was a song by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and not just any song! One of my favorites, Beat The Devils Tattoo. I started to sing along, which was really hard considering the lead singer had such a slow, raspy voice. I lowered the roof top and just drove, enjoying the cool wind whipping my face. Whenever you hear this song you automatically feel badass. The badass moment ended when the song did, so now instead of enjoying the cool wind I disliked it. I raised the roof again and followed the road until I could see the Chief Joe sign up ahead. I turned into the parking lot which was only half full of cars, so it wasn't that hard to get a good spot. I got out of my car; locked it and headed towards the tiny rectangular diner. As usual the doorbell released a sharp noise that demanded attention, but the people around here was so used to it that they didn't even react to it anymore.

I walked over to the counter where Nathaniel was talking to a pretty petite blonde, a customer I guessed. They were obviously flirting so I didn't interrupt, I simply waited until they were done; grabbing an apron in the meantime.

"Hey Kim!" Nathaniel waved me over with a smile on his face. I liked Nathaniel he was such a nice guy, never judged anybody and always had a smile on his face. I think that's one of the reasons everybody liked him; he smiled a lot.

"Hey Nate, who was that pretty little blond you were talking to?" I said suggestively with waggling eyebrows.

He laughed at my ridiculous face and replied softly.

"Oh just some girl who was looking to get into my pants, So I told her that I was a classy brad and the least she could do was buy me dinner first. But Kim you know that the only girl I want is you, you're my lobster" He winked his eye and chuckled.

"Keep on dreaming lobster boy" I laughed and swung my hips away from him. "When do you get off?"

"I get off at seven, you?" he replied.

"I'm only working a six hour shift today, so I get off at ten." I shrugged "Who's the unlucky bastard that gets stuck with the closing today?"

"I think it's Sorche" He bobbed his head in Sorche's direction.

She was waiting on a table at her booth. Sorche was a little thing, barely 5 foot 2. She was painfully gorgeous and if she wasn't so incredible kind and cool I probably would have hated her guts. She had dark hair that framed an egg shaped face. Her eyes were big, brown and covered by long natural black eyelashes. She had a darling figure that made her look younger than she was, she looked seventeen but when I'd asked her I found out that she was really twenty-five. I think that Nate has a thing for her because he's always staring at her, coming to her rescue and is always trying to make her laugh. Which I think is really sweet so I'm always trying to push those two together.

I decided that I was going to tell her that I had arrived. So I crossed the room until I stood beside her.

"Hey Chay, I'm here now so if you want to take a break, I can take over for you" I flashed a tiny smile in her direction.

"No it's fine, I can take care of this costumer" She said through clenched teeth. My eyebrow cocked at that, what was her problem? She looked at me like she was dropping a hint in my direction. When I didn't get it she sighed and rolled her eyes. And that's when she bobbed her head in the direction of a customer sitting at her booth. But it wasn't just any customer, it was male perfection Jared. And she was eyeing him like a steak. I didn't like it one bit.

OHHH! Someones a wee bit jealous ... But we all know that Chay ain't got nothing against Kim... Now we just have to get her to see it ;)

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