Hey. Hi. Hello.

I know that I have other stories going on right now but I had this idea and I couldn't resist. Plus I was reading a summertime book and it gave me the inspiration to write a summertime Twilight fan fiction. This is yet another Jacob/OC story because I love Jacob and he is honestly one of my favorite wolves to write plus he just fits with this character. This is going to take place between the end of Eclipse and the beginning of Breaking Dawn. We will eventually go into Breaking Dawn but for now it's the summertime :D

I am ever excited to continue with this story and I can not wait to see what y'all think of it. And do not worry I am still writing Teeth and Claws, I am still working on the next chapter. I want it to be perfect before I post it :D

Don't forget to review ;)

It was the summer before my senior year of high school that my entire life changed. I could have been perfectly happy staying in our little town of Pismo Beach, California long boarding with Conrad and Rory and getting a bite to eat at our favorite diner. But just one little email changed all of that.

For starters, I grew up without a dad. I had one, obviously. He just wasn't around.

It was hard for me at first, growing up without a dad. I didn't get to go to my elementary school's Father-Daughter dance. My uncle Beckett, also known as uncle Beck, had offered to go with me but I told him no. I asked my mom why my dad couldn't go with me instead. That was just the beginning of my questions about my father. We had learned in middle school that it was a two-person job to make a child so I knew I had a father. I just wondered why he was never around. It took me a couple weeks to finally get the courage to ask my mom at the dinner table.

She had almost choked on a piece of bratwurst she had made for dinner while uncle Beck had burst out laughing until she gave him an angry look. He excused himself from the table, saying that we girls needed some "alone time" and that if we needed him that he would be in the living room watching the football game.

"What brought this on, Luce?" Mom asked, her gray eyes looked troubled and kind of sad.

I had shrugged, pushing my untouched food around my plate. Mom had sighed, getting up from the table and kneeling beside my chair so that I had to look her in the eyes. I was the mirror image of her, even when I was only thirteen years old. We had the same stormy gray eyes, dark blonde hair even though I always kept mine above my shoulders, and skin the color of light toffee from being out in the sun too much.

"I know it has to be hard for you not to have your dad around but you have me and your uncle Beck," Mom had whispered, the corners of her mouth turning up into the start of a smile. She reached forward, tickling my sides and I started giggling uncontrollably, "And we love you twice as much as he ever would."

"Is that a start of a tickle war I hear?" Uncle Beck had shouted from the kitchen.

"No!" "Yes!" Mom and I shouted at the same time. A small scream had escaped my lips as uncle Beck stormed back into the room, grinning evilly. He scooped me out of my chair and into his muscular arms. We spun around in a circle until we reached the living room. Uncle Beck had practically thrown me onto the couch and tickling every corner of my body while my mom had stood in the doorway laughing.

Mom had a point.

It had always been her, Uncle Beck and me. We were a team ever since I was born. Uncle Beck was only three years younger than Mom, but he stood beside her when she found out that she was pregnant with me. He took her to the hospital when her water broke and even let her crush his hand while she was in labor. Mom needed help after I was born so uncle Beck moved into the small guestroom, feeding me, changing me and playing with me whenever Mom had to go to work or just needed a break.

I eventually stopped asking questions about my father after that. I moved on with my life, going to school and focusing on getting good grades so that I could go to a good college. I had friends. Granted there were only three of us, me, Conrad and Rory but I was perfectly happy. I was never the type to want to be popular in school. I was content with long boarding around town with Conrad and playing sand soccer with Rory. My life was perfect until I found my mom sitting on my bed in my room one day after I got home from school.

"What's up?" I asked, dropping my floral print backpack on the ground and leaning my bamboo long board against the wall. I had had a long day a school and I was covered in sweat from riding around town with Conrad, something we always did after school let out. Mom frowned, looking down at a little slip of white paper she was holding in her hands.

"I always regretted it you know," She whispered.

I raised an eyebrow. "Regretted what?"

"Never telling you about your father," Mom sighed. My heart almost stopped beating in my chest. It had been so long since I had asked anything about my father. I had eventually given up, knowing that I would never get anything out of my mother and now here she was, wanting to tell me about him. My body was full of nerves and I realized I was running my fingers through my hair, which was a nervous habit of mine.

"I was so young," She whispered, chuckling a little as she blinked the tears out of her eyes. I wanted nothing more than to walk up and hug her, to tell her that it was okay but I stayed where I was, "And foolish for believing that your father could actually love me."

"Mom," I whispered, "You really don't need to tell me. It's fine."

"I want to tell you, Lucy, you deserve to know. Like I said I was young and foolish, fresh out of college and working as a waitress in a small town in Washington, trying to pay off my student loans. Your father came in practically everyday. He and I became very good friends, eventually falling in love, at least for me it was love. I ended up getting pregnant with you only for me to find out that your father was already married and had a two year old daughter."

I gasped, "Mom-"

She was really crying now, her whole tiny frame shaking as she sobbed. I rushed forward, hugging her tightly and burying my face into the crook of her neck. She smelled like she always did, a spicy mix of amber and vanilla.

"I left town after I found out I was pregnant," Mom choked on the words a little, "I didn't tell your father I had you until you were four years old. I was surprised when he sounded excited. Apparently he had separated from his wife by than. He has been paying child support and I've been sending him pictures of you over the years. He couldn't be anymore proud of you than I am, Luce."

"What's his name," I whispered, glancing at the white slip in my mother's hands. At first I had thought it was a piece of paper but it was actually a picture, the corners of it were frayed from Mom folding them over a countless number of times. Mom saw me, looking at the picture and handed it to me.

"His name is Charlie," She whispered. "Charlie Swan."

The man in the picture looked to be a little bit older than my mom with curly dark brown hair with streaks of gray. He had a moustache too but it actually looked good on him. Charlie looked like he had a somewhat muscular build even though he was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and jeans. His arm was wrapped around a teenage girl. She looked like she was a year or two older than me with thick reddish-brown hair and pale skin. The girl and Charlie had the same chocolate brown eyes, the sides crinkling as they smiled at whoever was taking the picture.

I looked nothing like him. I couldn't help but feel a like disappointed until I saw that our noses were similar and we had the same smile.

"Who's the girl," I asked.

"Charlie's daughter and your half sister," Mom murmured, "I think her name is Isabella."

I nodded my head slowly. It was so odd to think that I had a sister, or half sister, when I had grown up my whole life believing that I was an only child. Secretly I had always wanted an older sister even though I had been Rory argue with her sister Amelia plenty of times. I smiled a little, touching one of the frayed corners of the picture when my mom spoke again.

"He wants to meet you," She said in a soft voice that I looked at her in surprise.

"What?"

"Charlie wants to meet you," Mom said again, "He emailed me a few days ago and said that he wants to get to know you. He proposed that you go to live with him for the summer. Isabella is apparently engaged to her boyfriend and is going to be too busy getting ready for her wedding and Charlie said that he could use the company."

I was speechless.

Mom seemed to take my speechlessness as a bad thing, quickly saying, "You don't have to go if you don't want to, Luce. I know how much you wanted to spend time with Conrad and Rory before you three start your senior year of school."

I shook my head, "No, it's fine, Mom. It's a lot to take in but I think I'll go."

"You will?"

"Yeah. Conrad and Rory will understand besides this is my dad we're talking about."

Mom grinned, taking my hand and giving it a small squeeze, "I always knew that I would have an amazing daughter and you just proved me right."

I laughed, "Thanks Mom."

Mom contacted Charlie a few hours later, saying that I was going to come visit and would be traveling on an eight in the morning flight in a few days. Charlie had emailed her back, saying that he would pick me up at the Port Angeles airport and that he was excited to see me. I was suddenly very nervous, the butterflies never left my stomach as Mom and uncle Beck helped me pack. Mom kept saying that I needed to pack warmer clothes because Forks wasn't exactly known for being the sunniest of places. Uncle Beck kept teasing me that I was going to lose my summer tan that I was gotten from spending hours at the beach and long boarding. I had rolled my eyes, throwing one of my pillows at his head, making him laugh.

The night before I left was filled with tears, mostly on Mom's end. She would hug me and burst into tears again as soon as we broke away. Uncle Beck kept making faces behind Mom's back so it was hard for me to keep a straight face but I had glared enough at him that he eventually stopped.

Uncle Beck was the one who brought me to the airport. He dropped me off at the terminal. I jumped out of the car while he got my bags from the trunk. When he joined me on the sidewalk, I noticed that he had tears in his eyes.

"Don't you start too," I warned him causing him to smirk.

Uncle Beck rolled his eyes and pulling me into a suffocating hug, "I'm just going to miss you, kiddo."

"Then don't be afraid to visit."

"Oh trust me I will."

"Bye Uncle Beckie," I smirked, I hadn't called him Uncle Beckie since I was five years old.

"See you later, Lucy Luce."

I rolled my grey eyes, walking to the entrance of the airport, turning around onto to wave as my uncle pulled away to get back on the highway. It wasn't hard to find my terminal since the airport wasn't very big which was lucky for me since I wasn't very good at directions plus I hadn't been in an airport since I was nine. I checked in my bags and got onto the plane right on time. There were hardly any people on the plane so I got a window seat. I plugged my headphones into my ears. I turned my music all the way up in an effort to drown out the sound of the crying baby that was two aisles in front of me. It wasn't working. I rubbed my temples. By the end of this flight, I was going to have a major migraine.

I looked out the window to see that we were already a few thousand feet above the beach, the clear turquoise water lapping at the golden sand of the beach. I sighed, drinking in the sight. I had a feeling it was going to be awhile until I saw a beach like this again.

Goodbye Pismo Beach, California.

Next stop Forks, Washington.

So what did you think? Do you like Lucy so far? Leave a review and tell me what you thought and I will try to update as soon as I can :D

Love you all,

Owly