It was happening again. I was moving for it seemed like the billionth time this year. We are moving to a little nowhere town called LaPush. My parents said it was our last time moving. Ever. Hopefully that is true for my sake. For my sanity.

We were on our drive to LaPush. The car was really warm. My mother had the heat cranked full blast. I would have tried to open the window but due to the fact that I didn't feel like getting wet. I suffered the heat. I watched the scenery go by. Let me tell you there wasn't much to see. Just trees, trees, and more trees.

15 minutes later we went by the most beautiful beach. Even in the rain it was breathtaking. I vowed to myself that once we got to our new house I would go straight to the beach. I wasn't even on planning on asking. I was officially on a no talking bases with my parents. I haven't totally forgiven them for making us move again. I absolutely loathed moving. Yet they keep doing it. God only knows why.

We pulled up to a little white house with blue shudders. It was cute in its own little way. If you were into the whole romance thing. It looked like a house you would see in a romance movie. Not really my type of house. But again I had no choice in the type of house we got. As soon as the car stopped I jumped out and started walking to the beach.

"Where do you think your going?" My mother demanded.

All I did was wave her a goodbye and continued my walking. About half way to the beach I saw a very tall, muscled guy walking in the opposite direction as me. As he started to get closer I saw that he was handsome. He had russet colored skin. Chocolate brown eyes and black hair about to his shoulders. He obviously noticed me staring because he looked at me. Our eyes locked. For some strange reason I couldn't look away. It was like some force was keeping us staring at eachother. I finally looked away a blush forming in my cheeks. I looked back up and he had the strangest expression on his face.

It was a look between pain, disbelief, and adoration. Instead of standing there all awkward I started to walk again.

"Wait!" He practically screamed.

I turned around curious as to what he might have to say to me. "Yes?" I asked.

He looked like he might just forget what he had to say and walk away. But instead he asked, "What's your name?"

I was confused, why would he bother to know my name. It's not like there was anything interesting about me. I mean seriously, I was average height with blonde hair that went to the middle of my back with bright blue eyes. I know what your thinking I sound like every other prep you can think of. But I'm not a prep. I'm as most people would call "emo." I don't like to label myself, I just like to dress in what makes me happy.

"Kayla. What's your name?" At me asking his name his face broke out in the most breathtaking smile I have ever seen. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart started to race. I almost forgot how to breath. I shook my head a little to clear it up a bit.

He didn't even hesitate to say his name. In my opinion he said it a little too fast. "Seth."

Hmm. Seth I liked that name. Not something you hear too often. Unique. I liked unique.

"Well Seth, I guess I'll see you around. I'm headed to the beach. Do some sight seeing, ya know? It was nice meeting you." I told him a smile playing on my lips. It was wierd to smile. I seems like I haven't smiled in forever. I started walking in the direction of the beach once again, when Seth grabbed my hand. It was scorching. It was like he had a fever or something.

He seemed sort of sad when I looked at him again, "Will I get to see you again?"

I smiled a full blown grin liking that he wanted to see me again. "Hmm.." I pretended to think about it, "Do you go to LaPush high?" I asked suddenly truly curious.

He smiled again. Oh gosh his smile was completly perfect. I blushed again. What was going on with me? I usually didn't act like this with people I just met. Why was I acting like a love sick teenager? Wait...Was I becoming a love sick teenager. With the looks I've seen on every other chicks face you see who was "in love." I really hope that isn't the case. All I need is to be impregnated at the age of 17. That really isn't on my agenda. I guess I had been staring off into space because Seth cleared his throat. I looked up slightly embarassed a blush creeping up on my face. Why was I blusing so much?

"I'm sorry what did you say?" I asked trying to hide my embarassment.

He chuckled, "I said 'Yea that's the school I go to' are you okay? You look kind of like you don't want to be here." He stated.

I looked at his eyes again, bad idea, because I lost my train of thought for a second. Answering a little too late, "No, I'm fine, I just better be on my way." I hoped he didn't think that I was mentally slow. That would be more embarassing than anything else. Wait when did I care what anybody thought of me, especially someone I didn't even know.

He seemed hurt that I was leaving so quickly, "Alright, I'll see you later."

"Yeah." I smiled warmly and started to walk away again.

I finally reached the beach. It wasn't too warm out but I didn't care. It was still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Not that I have seen to many beautiful things. But, it seemed a peaceful enough place to think. I shuddered at the thought of unpeaceful things. I really didn't want to think about that one thing that made me want to break down and cry until I could cry no more.

I pushed the thoughts from my head and sat staring at the water.

I don't know how long I had been sitting there, but it had started to get dark. I looked up in confusion. I hadn't thought I'd been sitting here that long. Hmm. That's wierd. I got up and quickly walked back home. That night I dreamt of Seth.