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Chapter 2: 1991

Dawnette's POV

Going down to La Push for a bonfire meant fish-fry. Fish-fry meant bomb ass food. Bomb ass food meant eating it on First Beach. And with being on First Beach meant me looking good as hell wearing the new itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie, black non-polka dot bikini I brought along for the occasion. And me in that bikini showing off what my momma' gave me, meant no sass or side-bars from the Lahote-nigga, Paul.

I gave a twirl while looking in the large mirror in my new bedroom. This bikini was looking pretty good on me. Sure, I did have a little baby fat on my stomach and my itty-bitties barely filled the cups of the top (size-C my ass... I still felt like a B) but my hips are wide and the ass is fat... plus, black is so my color. So, despite all of that... I was really going to strut this bikini. Even if I'd be strutting it for nobody in particular. And with being in Georgia all the time, there was no beaches or type of water unless you counted chlorinated pools and tiny lakes/swimming holes.

I was excited to be finally seeing a beach again after all these years.

"I look good, don't I, cousin Bella?" I gesture to the simple black bikini adorning my brown-skinned body.

Bella did that usual habit of biting her bottom lip and gave me a nod, complimented with a tiny smile. But those thin, pink lips curved upwards, soon turned upside down into a frown.

"No offense, Dawnette but—"

"Yeah, I'm gonna' have to stop you right there, Bells." I held up a hand, placing the other on my hip. "Uncle C said I had five minutes to get ready and you said I look good so... I'm ready." I smile sheepishly when she sighs and shrugs her shoulders, walking out of the room.

"Oh, did you want to maybe stick around to meet him?" She poked her head back in the room.

I slipped into my cremé colored, open-knit cardigan and matching colored flip-flops. Add one of my duffles filled with sunscreen, two towels, a pair of cotton shorts, my circle-framed shades and magazines to flip through—and I was ready.

But back to Bella's him-situation.

The nigga named Edward... eh.

I think I'd need a bit more preparation.

Wasn't quite ready to see scrawny old Bella with a new beau—let alone one named "Edward". The name so called for the brotha' being old-fashioned. Yeah, I loved my oldies but contemporary was nice, too.

"Is he white?" I quirk up an eyebrow while she blushes. What? I had to know these things... and I asked to see if she'd remember the promise... so don't judge just yet.

"Dawn!" Bella exclaimed, covering her face with both hands. I rolled my eyes and pulled my cousin in the room, making sure to close the door behind me.

We sat on my bed and I set my duffle near my feet.

"Okay, girl spill. Because somebody forgot the promise of letting her virginity be lost to a nice piece of chocolate that'd get approved by me." Hands went on my hips and my expression narrowed at the blushing brunette about to chew off and swallow her plump, bottom lip. Pretty sure Eddie needed that lip if he took cuzzo's v-card.

Bella shook her head at my statement however, letting out a huff, "We were like... eight when we made that promise, Dawn!"

And what was the promise?

Oh, nothing a little too serious... because me and Bells and the rest of the fam' and our good La Push friends—Paul's ass, included—were on the Zulu-love. And I pray to God, that they was still on the one-love-one-nation-color-don't-matter philosophy I used to preach back in the day. But when we were young and Bella and me used to visit Uncle Charlie for the summer or any given holiday, we made each other a promise:

Preserve our virginity, because it is our essence—and lose it to the one we truly love.

Simple right?

But there was a catch I added just to keep the whole race-ain't-shit, we're-all-the-same phase going on; Bella would find love in a black man, and I'd find love in a white man.

You know, defy the odds that society cast on us and go for the other ethnic group. And since her and Jacob never officially hit it off—I didn't add Indians or my tribal brethrens to that whole ordeal.

"So you broke it?!" I gasp, feeling giddy at the way her face turned deep red. I would be upset that it wasn't to someone African or like my shade of complexion, but I'd be happy for my cousin growing up and finding somebody... even if his name was Edward... nothing against him... I just didn't like his name.

"No!" Bella yelled as she shot up from the bed. "Did you?!"

"Of course not—little Dawnie is still a virgin and besides... there was no nice piece of white-chocolate down in Cordele." I reassure my flustered cousin, whispering the last part, "And if there was... they didn't go for niggers, you know." Hated that word and hated the racism. But that's the world we lived it. I plastered on a smile when Bells sat back down next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry about the white guys being racist towards you..." She sighed.

I snort, rolling my eyes, "Girl please, you know they just mad because my people won't pick cotton for them anymore." Bella giggled and shook her head.

"I forgot how Malcolm X-ie you were."

I wave her off. "You already know—now back to the discussion at hand because Uncle Charlie's waiting on me and is probably trying his hardest not to eavesdrop or bust through the door with his shotgun because he heard you scream no like that..." - "This Eddie guy—"

"Edward." Bella corrects me.

"Or Eddie for short," I stick my tongue out at her, and she playfully swats my arm, "He's a honky* ain't he?"

"Yes—" I sigh when she confirms it, causing her to jump up, adding, "but you'd love him I swear!"

"What's his full name, B?" I snicker as I say, "I might've already loved him."

"Dawnette—please."

"Fine..." I cross my arms over my chest.

I watch as cousin Bella lets out a heavy sigh as if her well-being depended on it. She then started pacing around the room like she was in deep thought or this Edward dude really had some big secret going for him. I'm sure it wasn't that bad if he did... I knew people with secrets, hell even my mom had em'. But man, could this brunette get worked up over nothing. I watched her pace for a good two minutes before she finally paused and sighed almost breathlessly, "Edward Cullen—he's the most amazing guy I've ever met, Dawnette. He's kind—generous, hot—gorgeous, beautiful, perfect hair, lips, beautiful eyes... chiseled face... oh, Dawn!"

She sighed again and I held up a hand, "Bells... don't like... have an orgasm on my new bedroom floor, now."

She fanned herself, blushing red like a tomato. "I-Is that what this feeling is...? I... I wouldn't know." - "After all, I am still a virgin—I did kind of break the promise because my first won't—it won't be to a black guy, Dawnette. Sorry, it's just Edward is—"

"The one?" I finish her sentence even thought it was a question for me.

Bella nodded her head over and over. But before any more could be said or I could cry murder on my cousin for breaking our pinky promise made when we were nine—not eight—there was a light knock at the door.

It slowly opened to reveal Uncle C, casually dressed in a red flannel and worn jeans. His old fishing hat on his head and that same cheesy smile he's grinned since the dawn of time—laughing to myself about that one—and a nice, high tech rod in his hands, which probably would be the thing that will catch all of the delicious fish for the delicious fry.

"Sorry to interrupt the bonding moment, girls... but Dawn are ya' ready?"

I hopped off the bed and slung my duffle over my shoulder, striking a very model-like pose. "If you stay ready, you ain't ever got to get ready, Uncle Charlie. Remember that and you'll do good for the rest of your life." I gestured to the black bikini. "Too much skin, Unc'?"

His eyes raked over the open-knit cardigan and then the black bikini. As awkward as Uncle C was, he cleared his throat and scratched the nape of his neck. "Uh, Dawnie?"

"Mhm?" I purse my lips.

"No offense, but—"

"Yeah, I'm gonna' have to stop you right there, Uncle Charlie." I kiss cousin Bella's cheeks and wave him on, not giving that man a chance to finish. "We outta' get going now. That fish ain't gonna' catch it's self—and a sista' sh'ol is hungry." I gently nudged the keys to the cruiser out of his hand with a small smile and headed down stairs with my duffle in tog and keys swinging on my fingers. Out the door I went—that breeze was super cold and possibly froze my soul—into the cruiser, cranking it up and blasting up the heater.

Regular POV

"And here I was gonna' tell her that it'll be too cold to swim today..." Charlie trailed off giving an uneasy glance to his daughter.

Bella slightly shrugged, sighing, "I know... I tried to tell her, too... but you know how she is."

"Very true on that situation," he chuckled. "The boys'll show her."

Bella snickered, nodding once. "So I'll see you guys later?"

Charlie nodded heading down the stairs, fishing-rod and box of bait & tackle in his hands. "Now, Bells—"

"I know, Charlie." The brunette reassured meeting him down the stairs and to the door. "Don't forget to lock-up, bring an extra twenty for a cab just in case Edward can't take me home—which he will—and be back before ten." She recited her father's rules with a small smile as he nodded his head to each one.

"And—"

"Pepper-spray, in case he gets a little too touchy for my liking." Bella cut him off, smugly smiling at the look of surprise on his clean-shaved face. Pepper-spray wouldn't even do a thing if Edward got too touchy—which I wouldn't mind at all. She thought to herself, biting her bottom lip as Charlie pulled her into an awkward half-hug and he left out the door to join Dawnette in the cruiser.

The brunette gave a small wave to the two as the vehicle pulled out of the driveway and started down the road.

In just a few minutes, that signature Volvo pulled in the available space and the bronze-haired vampire had Bella in his arms before she could even blink.

"H-Hi..." She breathed in a flustered tone, blushing slightly as he inhaled her intoxicating scent.

Edward pulled back from their embrace, his perfectly arched eyebrows furrowed into a knit. "You smell... different."

Bella frowned and sniffed her shoulder. "... maybe it's the new perfume?"

He shook his head at the response, retorting as she allowed him to come inside, "Strawberries and freesia is what you usually smell like, Bella." His velvet tone chimed. "But now, it's mixed with another scent. One I'm unfamiliar with—certainly not your father's."

"Then probably my cousin..."

"Oh, I almost forgot," Edward's lips curved into a crooked smile. "You said you're cousin was coming—when do I meet him or her?"

"She," Bella put emphasis on the word she, "well... soon. You'll meet my cousin soon." Bella bit her bottom lip, adding with a small smile, "just a little warning though..."

Edward raised an eyebrow, his topaz colored eyes gleaming with curiosity. "And that would be?"

"She's... a little revolutionary." The brunette narrowed her eyes when a hearty chuckle trilled from the back of her new boyfriend's throat and his head knocked back. It's not like there was any other word to describe the skinny brown-skinned girl with the dark brown eyes, pixie-cut settled into black curls and an attitude as wild yet eccentric as they came.

"Are you ready?" Edward said, playfully wrapping toned arms around her waist.

Blushing, the brunette nodded once. "Sure, let me just get my coat."

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It's not like Dawnette Long had never been to the beaches around La Push the many times during her summers with Charlie, so the mile-long crescent of First Beach was familiar to her. And as much as she had been there day in and day out as a child, hanging out almost every day there... it was still breathtaking. When most think of the beach, they'd probably imagine sun and sand. But to her, a cool breeze and pebble shoreline made such a pristine scene—especially when she was wearing her open-knit cardigan over her bikini. The creamy hue matched puffs of clouds above, the water was dark gray, even in the setting sunlight, white-capped and heaving to the gray, rocky shore. Islands rose out of the steel harbor waters with sheer cliff sides, reaching to uneven summits, and crowned with austere, soaring firs.

The beach had only a thin border of actual sand at the water's edge, after which it grew into millions of large, smooth stones that looked uniformly gray from a distance, but close up were every shade of the setting sky since the sun heavily reflected.

Oh, yeah. This is gonna' be good... Dawnette chimed in her head, a broad smile gracing her face.

And the boys—Jacob, Quil Jr., Jared and Embry... even Paul... well, it had been years. And the adrenaline and excitement fluttering throughout her chest and body had to be contagious, because even Charlie had a big grin, that bushy mustache combing from side-to-side on his fair-skinned face. As some of rock & roll song played on the low-volumized radio of the cruiser, Charlie bobbed his head and hummed the song to himself.

It was going to be a good night.

A great way to kick off the first day staying in the small town of Forks for another year or so, up until she decided what to do for college.

Especially since her first day starting at the predominantly Caucasian high school, Forks High was tomorrow—population to a three-hundred and something number of students, hopefully not like the wannabes or jigaboos at her old school.

La Push was only a fifteen minute drive from Forks, so before Dawn could ask her uncle how long until they got there, the cruiser pulling up in front of a small wooden place with narrow windows, the dull red paint making it resemble a tiny barn. Dawnette immediately unclipped her seatbelt, squealing as she jumped out the car automatically being met with a strong blowing breeze and cold, biting air.

Shivering a bit, she wrapped the cardigan around her hips and covered her torso area. "It's a bit chilly, uncle Charlie." The girl muttered, watching as her uncle simply smiled smugly and unloaded the truck grabbing his gear for fishing and extra supplies of food for the fish fry.

"What? No, Dawnie." He chirped, snickering to himself. "I think it's just the fact that you've been in such a hot climate like Georgia—the weather here is fine."

"If you say so Uncle C..." the brown-skinned girl trailed off, sighing heavily before shoving the straps of her duffle again on her shoulders. With her dark pink lips curved into an eager smile, Dawnette approached—more like skipped happily—the wooden door of the red home she was so familiar with. Rapping a light knock on the door, she was greeted seconds later by a familiar scowling face with fiery, brown eyes that sized her tall, skinny yet thick frame from top to bottom.

The door abruptly slammed in her face.

"Paul!" Dawnette shouted, banging a fist on the door—poor wood. "Boy, you know you need to quit! Open this goddamn door!"

"Skinny bitches with big mouths aren't allowed in this house." She heard that deep, husky voice say from the other side.

"And niggas named Paul should know that this skinny bitch with a big mouth don't got time for games—especially from the likes of you. Now open this damn—" her mouth shut when the door swung open.

"Dawnette!"

"Billy Black!" Dawnette stood at the threshold, bending down to his level respectfully and hugged him short but tight before kissing his cheeks. "How's it been down here without me?"

"Peaceful." He chirped, chuckling when she rolled her eyes.

"Nobody to preach to these young minds about complexion or zulu-love, huh, Billy?"

The russet-skinned man snickered, shaking his head. "The boys are out on the beach already setting up the bonfire for tonight. Could you do me a favor though and carry the pan of potato salad from the fridge to the cruiser for me?" Dawn nodded as he rolled himself out of the way and gestured for her to come in before joining his buddy Charlie outside. The two middle-aged men greeted each other with playful slaps on the back and corny jokes regarding each other.

A small smile graced the brown-skinned girl's face before she stood at the threshold of the Black-household, letting her eyes rake over the small yet cozy home. Not much had changed except a couple of the furniture being moved around and a new television than the old box set they had that only got the news channels and small networks. Either way, the place still felt like a third home outside of Charlie's and her old one back in Cordele, Georgia.

After getting the pan of potato-salad, Dawnette placed it carefully in trunk of the cruiser and sat herself in the backseat, waiting for the two men to get a move on. And soon Billy, Charlie and Paul were settled in the car and the short drive down to the beach began.

Dawnette's POV

With Charlie and Billy chatting away and making bets about who'd catch the most catfish or tilapia for the night's fish fry, that left me in the backseat with the wannabe Indian-hoodlum, Paul... who was bigger... not in size down there because boy had himself a big head that didn't make up for the tiny package—best believe if he wanted to try my life at all for the rest of the evening and night, I'd definitely crack on him about that; you know, ruin the reputation he thought he gained since I left—but he was humongous. Like ripped—biceps on biceps, triceps on triceps, not no damn six-pack, more like a fucking six-thousand-pack—steroids. Buddy had to be on steriods, because never in my life have I seen such a perfect body on a boy a year or two older than me. Either that, or gym was life to him. You know how some people live for basketball and say ball is life—well for Paul, the gym had to be life.

Damn, with him looking good in those cut-off shorts, I had nothing to get on him about just like he had got on me when I first pulled up. Shit, even his haircut all short and neatly-trimmed into black spikes was on point.

And another thing... he was hot. Not physically—okay, I'd lying to the world of girls if I said Paul didn't glo-up* after all these years, but when I say hot, I mean like... his skin. His skin felt like it was on fire. Like he was burning up with a fever, but showed no signs of being sick or ill or something.

"Fuck you looking at, African-booty-scratcher*?"

I lean my elbow on the side of the door, and roll my eyes at him. A shrug plays on my shoulders before I simply say, cocking my head to the tanned boy, supposedly body-builder."You."

The look on Paul Lahote's face is priceless. I guess he expected me to pull something slick to say from my ass. But why waste the thought and my mind? I was looking at him.

"Really?" The incredulity laced in his tone made me want to laugh.

I nod once, shrugging again. "Yeah."

There was a stagnant silence between me and Paul which was very unusual. Back in the day when Bella and I spent our days hanging out and boppin' around in La Push, it was a routine that Paul and I'd find any and every single thing to argue about. Now with us peacefully silent, no hostility or cracks or slick remarks... I don't know. I listened to Uncle C and Billy go on about them and their fishing.

That is, until the cockiness and rude attitude Paul Lahote was born with got the better of him.

"Hell yeah, you're looking at me. Sexy as hell aren't I?" The tanned, buff-body was checking himself out in the rearview mirror, smirking smugly to himself and flexing those muscles.

I sit up in my seat and chime in a sing-song tone, "Yeah, you're sexy now—a major improvement from the sunburnt, skinny nigga with a dick the size of my thumb that always, always bullied my white-cousin and pulled on her pigtails for no damn good reason—or maybe it was because he had social issues and had no idea how to talk to a girl, let alone act civil and polite, which is something he still ain't learn. What it been Paulie?" He was glaring at me and his tone lip curled back like he was about to snarl like a wolf or hyena or something. And yeah, he hated being called Paulie. "Tweleve years of schooling on the reservation and you still don't know the meaning of etiquette and the act of kindness?" He was shaking now. Shaking hard enough to rock the cruiser in place, earn a raised eyebrow from Charlie and a stern look from Billy. But like the sassy woman I am, I egged him on, "Somebody needs to hit up kindergarten again—sittin' there looking like you belong in a It's Rainin' Men music video with them damn cut-off shorts."

By now we were to the beach, so I jumped out the car once we stopped, sticking my tongue playfully at the seething Lahote-nigglet and flashed my middle finger before Uncle Charlie and Billy could see—I know, sensible enough to cuss in front of my elders but not let them see the bird? ... I'm a weird gal.

"Dawnette, if you think I'm gonna' let you—"

I cut that boy off before he could finish growling at me— he was literally growling out his words, "carry the potato-salad, I got another thing coming!" I shoved the pan of food in his hand with a laugh, "the food for the table is that way, Paulie." I pointed in the direction, to which he had no choice but to go because the food had to be set up and my dawgs Embry and Quil Jr. had come to bum rush me to the beach sand.

"Dawn!" Embryo shouted in my ears. He was still skinny but now had a head full of beautiful brown locks that cascaded in waves down to his slim shoulders. He hugged me tight before Quil Ateara, now chubby and still short decided it was cool to body slam me back to the sand, locking the three of us in a big hug.

"You're back!" He exclaimed, as I squirmed to get out of his hold.

"Y'all already know!" I kiss both of their cheeks, as they both rose from the sand and extended out hands to help me to my feet. I took them and dusted the sand off of my thighs and lower back once I was standing up.

"Dawn, you got tall!" Embry noted, as he and Quil both began circling around me. "And totally got a butt now..." he whispered that lasted part to himself making me want to uppercut his bean-pole lookin' ass but I decided not to—after my introduction back I'd never get this much attention, so might as well basked in it, even if it was from my boys, that I felt no ounce of romantic feels towards—all platonic people.

Besides, I almost forgot what pervs these little boys were, anyways.

I arch my back, with a smirk as the two of them took a step back, eyes widened like they just laid their eyes on gold. I was giddy now.

"That's all the collard greens and corn-bread momma' Bunchies makes." I chime.

"Nice, nice..." Quil nodded his head like he was a judge or something. "But you cut your hair—it's almost like mine now!" He motioned to his shirt cut hair of waves or as I liked to call em' baby-curls.

I turn around to face the two, with a thumbs up. "Had to go for something new, you know?"

"Something new..." Embry said like he was testing the words on his tongue.

I nod as Quil says the same thing, stuffing hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Yep." I sheepishly grin. "Now if you boys will excuse me, until Jakey-poo decides to show himself or anyone wants a newly thought out lecture on complexion and race, I'll be down by the water taking a quick dip—"

"No offense, Dawn... but—"

I was exasperated by now. How much offenses could a sista' get on her first day back? "Yeah, Quil... I'm gonna' have to stop you right there, bye." I wave and set up my towel and gear, kicking off my flip-flops and slipping out of my cardigan.

"Don't say we didn't warn you!" I heard Embry call out—laughing again about that one—but I wave them off again. What was up with these dudes wanting to keep me from my other home away from home? The beach water was just singing out to me.

I take a deep breath, giving a little stretch before eagerly running down to the water and splashing head on into the warm, rushing—wait, hold the fuck up.

"Uncle Ch-Charlie!" I stood, slowly freezing into a Dawnsicle for the second time in one damn day. This was was freezing. And when I say freezing, I mean cold. And when I say cold, I mean this could have been Antarctica waters for all I knew! I shiver like a motorboat, seeking out my jiving uncle who told me the water was fine.

"Paul!" Charlie chuckled to himself. "Please, go help my niece out before she loses her toes standing there narrowed eyes at me, still in the water."

I watched squinting my eyes as far as they'd go as everybody on the beach was laughing at me frozen in this water—my soul just died a little.

Paul scooped me up in his arms, his booming laughter in my ear. "Payback's a bitch ain't it, Dawnette?"

I couldn't even move the muscles of my mouth to stick my tongue out at him.

Great, not only was I cold as hell now... I also had wet my curls that I primped and styled like I was going to prom or something. They were dripping, limp. I could also smell the expensive olive oil and Shea butter hair products, too.

"Well, we tried to warn you," Uncle Charlie chuckled, high-fiving Billy who high-fived Harry.

"Don't talk to me," I pouted, strangely dry and warm now. Had to be Paul's fever, but the chagrin was real, so I grabbed my spare towel and wrapped it around myself like a cape and plopped myself on my beach towel.

"Come on, Dawn!" Jared teased, nudging me with his elbow. "Sure you managed to embarrass yourself in front of everyone on your first day back—but give me a squeeze! It's been forever!"

"Wake me up from my grave of embarrassment when the fish is caught and it's time to eat," I sighed. Not even giving Jared a hug—he was huge, hot as in fever-like, just like Paul.

But soon enough, my moping made everybody stop from bothering me or teasing me, so everyone got busy doing various tasks such as dancing on the beach with the boombox radio one of them brought, helping Sue and Leah—I'd talk to my old friend, even though we were never really friends once I got done wallowing to myself—with the food or just hanging around talking, drinking and you know, enjoying the evening.

I was flipping through the pages to my latest dig of Ebony magazine, admiring the layout design of the issue and soaking up the celebrity gossip, when somebody poked me on the back. I slipped my shades off of my nose and onto my now dry and frizzy afro of unruly curl that I had my work cut out on taming tonight for school tomorrow, eying the boy before me.

He looked fourteen, maybe fifteen, and had long, glossy black hair pulled back with a rubber band at the nape of his neck. His skin was beautiful, silky and russet-colored; his eyes were dark, set deep above the high planes of his cheekbones. He still had just a hint of childish roundness left around his chin. Altogether, a very pretty face. Hot damn, it was Jacob. My boy Jacob! Again, everyone seemed to be having a glo-up*. Now it was too bad Bella had her new boo Edward or she could have gotten with Jake, here.

But of course, just like Paul had done, Jacob did the same, my positive opinion of his looks now damaged by the first words that came out of his mouth.

"So... have you heard from Bella?"

I shove his shoulder and narrow my eyes, hands automatically finding their way on my curvy hips, "Damn, Jacob not-so-Black."

"What?"

Ugh, he was so annoying right now. Gonna' what? me like he didn't just do anything wrong!

"A sista' ain't see your ass in years and this is how you greet me? Asking for my cousin who I know you saw since she's been here for about three weeks now—the same cousin you was too pussy to tell that you was crushing mad hard on all those years ago?! And not even spare so much as a hello? Or a how do you do? Or a hey Dawn, how's it goin'? How's the complexion? Love the hair—"

"Okay, okay, sorry, Dawnie... no need to go ham* on me!" Jake held his hands out in front of him, like he was surrendering, smiling those pearly white teeth at me.

"I so needed to go ham* on you, Jacob." I smack his hands away.

"It really wasn't required..."

"I think it was called for."

"Nu-uh." He grunted.

"Ya-huh," I shot back.

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Really?" His lips formed a thin, tight line.

"Seriously." I shrug.

"For real?"

I nod. "As real as me being the fine ass, black girl I am."

We were now both laughing, before he questioned, gesturing to myself, "Cocky much?"

"Confident, strong, independent, and a bad bitch—not cocky." I list all on one hand. Playfully shoving him this time. "Just all the things I listed, Jakey-poo."

"Did you have to bust out the Jakey-poo,—Nailah?" He groaned, looking around to see if any of his friends heard.

I was about to respond and make sure someone that wasn't Quil or Embry heard me call Jacob Black, Jakey-poo just for the fact that he had to bring out the African middle-name.

Nailah.

Not that I didn't appreciate it... it's just that every female such as my mother, grandma, and the grandma before that and so on, had that middle name. I have no idea why, family tradition only set for the females, meaning I'd have to name my daughter if I ever had one, Something-Nailah-Something. It made me feel... not me. Like we were all the same person, which we obviously weren't—but still, I kind of disliked being called Nailiah. Also kind of gave me a weird vibe... I don't know. Maybe I was just being spooky.

"Hey, dumber and dumber-er—" Dumbass Paul called out to me and Jacob. Oh, yeah we were dumb. Boy, you just said dumber-er like it was actually a word! "You two gonna join the rest of us or stay over there like good little lesbians?"

"Good lesbians, Paul?" Jacob sneered, rolling his eyes. Him and Paul never really got along as kids. They weren't much friends either. Paul was way older than Jacob, to begin with.

"Yeah, pip-squeak! You know, paint each other's nails or something..."

Jacob was about to say something back because he was glaring, but like Paul was the bully before, he probably still was now. I intervened, sassing, "Seriously, nigga—somebody seeming a little dry right now because I know you can do better than that! But it's okay!" I wave him off. "It's okay, Paul. Like I said before, kindergarten. It's waiting for you. Again."

The boys around him burst out laughing, causing him to shake violently in his little anger fits I just discovered today that he had—chill pill, please. "Hey, fuck you!"

"No thanks, Lahote-nigga." Paul got the hand from me. "I don't go for assholes with little wee-wees such as yourself."

"Heh, she said wee-wee..." Embry snorted to himself.

That got our boy here riled up even more, "I'll shove this wee-wee up your ass, Embry! Try me one more time—"

"Paul, are you going to cause a ruckus every single bonfire?" Harry Clearwater interrupted him, narrowing those slightly bushy eyebrows of his.

"... no, sir." Paul murmured.

A frail hand beckoned everybody on the beach near the freshly brewed bonfire, casting shadows on the many figures now that it was nighttime. I sat on my legs next to Jake and Embry, exchanging greets with the old folk and people I didn't speak to due to my little episode of chagrin with the water.

"Young Dawnette!" Old Quil quirked, his frail self rising from the lawn-chair he sat in. I stood as well, saluting him. What can I say? He was a wise one and was one of the old folk around here that I didn't consider crazy with their stories of magic and whatnot. He did tell them, I remember but they were more like tall-tales and I forgot every single detail to each one. It was years ago.

"How you doing brother Mandela*?" I smile sweetly.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Still up to your antics I see."

"Already know, elders. But seriously, it is great to be back." I chime, giving a wave to the La Push people.

"It's great to have you back!" Sue chimed, grasping her husband's hand. He gave it a tight squeeze and nodded his head to the statement.

As usual though, at every fish fry in La Push, there was that one person who was hungry and just couldn't wait. I'd expect it to be Paul... but this time it was a shocker. Sam Uley. Huge just like Paul and Jared, body decked out with muscles and tendons and whatever else the perfect hunk body had.

So we skipped formalities and story-time (the elders were going to tell another one of their tall-tales) and Sue ushered up everybody, forming a line with kids and females going first to grab their plate of food.

Charlie and Billy had just come back from frying all of the fish, anyways so the dinner was set. Fried catfish or tilapia, french-fries, baked beans, potato salad, baked macaroni, cornbread and so many other foods I loved that'd make me plump and fat if I went back for thirds or fourths. Seconds was mandatory for me.

After getting my plate and eating while watching the stars, I caught up with some of the old folks, just letting them know how I was doing or my ma' and how happy Charlie's brother was making her. Then joked around with Jacob, Embry and Quil some more, of course, egging on Paul to which him and Jared tossed my ass back in the ocean water, freezing me to death once more before Sam was kind enough to thaw me out. Remind me to ask him why him not Leah are together and why he's so damn hot—physically (platonic feelings, remember this) and fever-like. Same for Jared and Paul.

So it was going toward midnight, I spent the rest of my time dancing to music with some of the girls and guys, you know... just having fun. It felt like that last week of summer you tried to make the best out of and turn up before having to go back for another year of school. Man, I was going to be so tired in the morning. Uncle Charlie had already drove back with Billy and crashed on the couch there.

"It's been a pleasue to have you back Dawn." Billy sighed, his gruff tone filled with sleepiness. He let out a big yawn, and I returned one as well, sighing, "Glad to be back, Billy."

The bonfire party was over, so I got Sam to drive me and Jacob back to the house to get Charlie and have us be on our way. "Well you're welcome any time. Charlie bugging you, come on down. Wanna try your hands at fishing, come on down. Feel like hanging out with Jake and I for a day or two, come on down,"

"Wanna have a taste of that delicious fried tilapia, I'm gonna—" I abruptly paused and gestured for him to finish my sentence, we both laughed as we said,

"Come on down."

I stood from the couch, stretching my tired bones, yawning, "Alright Billy, Jake, others," I motioned to Sam, Jared and one of the elders on the other couch, "I do have my first day tomorrow so I'm gonna have to scrap my unc' off the couch and hey-yo-hi-oh-hi-oh* my ass on out of here."

Billy and the elder laughed that that comment, and helped me get Charlie up and fully awake to drive us back home. We gave them a goodbye, I gave more hugs and cheek-kisses and we were on our way.

"You enjoyed your first bonfire back, Dawnie?" Uncle Charlie asked, while yawning at the same time.

I leaned on the door, yawning myself, feeling awfully sleepy. "Yeah, it was fun. I missed everybody and even though you did think it was okay to prank me on the whole water thing... I had a great time and I like it here already."

Charlie chuckled, before letting out a sigh. "Well, I couldn't resist—but I'm happy you enjoyed yourself, Dawnie. Hopefully you like school just as much as you like La Push,"

I groaned loudly at the idea of going back to another school, starting over and meeting new people. But Charlie's pouts made me stop. "Come on, it'll be good for ya'."

"Sure, whatever you say unc'." I mutter, closing my eyes to catch a few z's in the car. Whatever you say.


Theme song of chapter

1991 By: Azealia Banks

(Feels like a party song to me, so I chose that one for the theme of this chapter)


*—References

Honky— Noun. Slang word used to refer to those of Caucasian ancestry. Considered offensive by some, when and if I used this word, which this was probably the last time, I mean no offensive on any party. Refer to Black Dynamite or Honky-tonk or somewhere else for more info.

African Booty Scratcher— to this day, I am highly unaware what this means... but if you've been called this or heard this in your childhood just like I have... Omg, I salute you.

Glo-up— A twist of the phrase "grow up", referring to a person's incredible transformation. This is usually based on increase of style and self-confidence. Term used by the generation now.

Mandela— Just homage paid to Nelson Mandela, a hero of mine.

Go ham— 1. to go hard. 2. to get crunk. 3. to give 200% or more than 100%. 4. gain the attributes of a hard ass Mofo

Hey-oh-hi-oh-hi-oh— that stereotypical Indian call you hear people do.


A/N:

Omg, you got through the second chapter with Dawnette!

I sincerely apologize if you was like this is way too long to be reading. And love you if you was like I love long chapters. I may have gotten carried away with this chappie, but as I said, this is going to be a huge story, so be prepared for much things to happen, some canon and others non-canon to Twilight.

I ask that you all please, please review and let me know what you're thinking about the story so far and if you loved the chapter. Liked it? Hated it? Needs work? Funny? Loved it? Let me know!

As you can see... next chapter we meet our honey blond! And so much is in store!

Stay tooned!

Thanks For Reading!

Kumi-Chan/Tobi-Is-Fluffy-Chan