Maple trees lined the driveway, I curiously looked around. Everything was so new to me. The front yard was spacious, forest on one side, sandy fields of wild wheat plants on the other. I could see the beach from where I was. That wasn't surprising, the house backed onto the same beach. I cleared my throat as I brought my car to a stop beside the moving truck. I watched the movers silently as I gathered some odds and ends I had brought in my car with me. A book, a few picture frames, a sweater, a water bottle. I opened the door and slammed it shut, not bothering with locking it. La push was anything but dangerous in my opinion.

I studied the house, with its wrapping front porch and it's blue and white paint scheme. The house had been in my family for years, but no one had ever had a use for it. My father decided it was time for a change of scenery, moving us down from Canada to live on the La Push reservation. Well, the edge of it anyway. I stepped inside, the house was almost completely moved in. The movers had been working nonstop to get everything ready. I noticed a decorator had also been by. I walked up the stairs and into my designated bedroom. The furniture was set up, but was barren. Boxes piled here and there were labeled "Georgie's Room". I found myself wandering towards the window that almost took up one whole wall of my room.

The view was breathtaking. Even with the sun not shining, the beach still stole my heart. I watched the waves absently as I sat down on the bed.

There was a knock at my door. "Georgia?" My father called, he stepped inside and walked around the room. I didn't take my eyes off the window. "Georgie, everything is all settled in, and Karen just went out to get some food for our kitchen... well to stock up before we left." I nodded, and turned to him.

"Okay."

"I'm sorry that you're just getting here and we are leaving, but it's not that long of a trip... two weeks... you'll be fine, of course..."

He broke off and kept avoiding my eyes.

Ever since the remarriage, it had been like this. He and the step monster were constantly jetting off somewhere, whether for business or for pleasure. Two weeks in France, three in Spain, five days in Albuquerque. Here and there, and here for another month, and there for a few days. You'll be fine of course. There was always the odd few days in between, but it still got lonely.

"Of course." I smiled at him sweetly, putting up the act I had been perfecting for years.

I sat on the beach, burying my feet in the sand. I could see my house in the distance, empty and out of place. 'Georgie, it's dad, hope all is well, I was just calling well.. uh we have to stay longer.. sorry Hun, the customer he isn't too happy.. Give me a call if you need to.. '. I was fine on my own, better suited for it really. It had been a week since we had moved in, my room was lacking colour, and no matter how much furniture you piled into that thing it still felt empty.

I usually came to the beach to run, to clear my head. I pulled my dark hair into a hair tie, loose wavy curls fell to my face. I stretched absentmindedly, still thinking about the fact that I was alone. Moving to a new place always had it's draw backs. I was awful with people. I was socially awkward and making friends was a pain because of my shyness. The odd text message to a friend from back home comforted me and willed me to keep going and find something to do in this gosh forsaken place that allowed me to meet people around my age.

I was 18, and found myself wishing I hadn't been so insistent on finishing my senior year in Canada. But now that school was out for the summer there was no hope making friends like that.

It was five miles to the small general store, I figured ten miles was a good run. I wasn't the smallest girls, I had curves, meat on my bones if you will, but I liked being in shape. I set off and let the air fill my lungs, clearing my head. I focused on my feet hitting the ground. I ran up towards the road and watched the scenery pass me. An hour later and I was sitting outside the general store sipping on some cold water. I sat on the curb and people watched.

Basically the only thing La Push was good for, the people watching. I was getting acquainted with the Man who ran the general store, he told me that his son was about my age, and did the "you should meet him.. good kid!" setup type of deal. I had nodded and responded appropriately.

I watched as three shirtless boys approached the parking lot. They were large, and built, and they all had matching skin. The copper skin that made me swoon and look down right ghostly beside. Being in such a dim place hadn't really helped my complexion much. The middle one looked mean, his eyes glued to the ground, his stance rough. The two on either side of him seemed to be joking around.

The one who looked closest to my age caught me checking them out, he smirked and slapped the mean one on the chest and nodded towards me. He raised his eyes and at first glared at me, he stopped dead in his track, his expression turning from mean to dazed to surprised. I turned away from him and cleared my throat awkwardly, taking a drink from the water bottle.

I looked up again and saw the three of them huddled around and stealing glances at me. One was snickering, another grinning, and the middle was still staring at me dazed. I didn't need this. I threw the water bottle in the recycling and set off on my run again, changing my route to avoid them. I ran through a field, and down a side road, before turning back onto the main road.

His face pulsed through my brain, it seemed perfect. His eyes were dark and piercing, his jaw bone was perfectly shaped. His body was muscular, and thick, he was tall and completely 'dreamy'. I shook my head in disgust, the beautiful ones are the ones that break your heart, I reminded myself.

When my house was in view I stopped running and gave myself a break. I brushed the bangs out of my face and began thinking about diner.

The sun shone into my room, I glanced at the clock. 8 am. Too early. I groaned and pulled a cover over my head. I wondered what I was doing. The sun was shining. Shining, sun, here in La Push. I threw the covers off me and looked out the window. The sun was shining and the birds were singing and I didn't care that It was eight am.

I jumped in the shower and put on some 'ass shaking music' and had myself a dance party. I let my hair air dry and I shoved into a pair of shorts and tank top. I grabbed a book and some tanning lotion and skipped to the kitchen. I grabbed an apple and walked to the back porch. It was still early, and no one was on the beach. I grabbed a beach chair and pulled it towards the water. I was going to get some sun in before I went for a run.

A couple hours of lounging was good enough, I felt my skin get hotter and hotter. I pulled my chair back towards the deck of my house. I grabbed my running shoes and pushed my feet into them.

Breathe in. Breathe out. I willed myself to concentrate on the simple action of my lungs filling with air, I focused on my feet hitting the ground. I reached the general store, feeling good about the amount of time it had taken me. The lights were shut off, I groaned and realized it was closed. I sat on the curb and watched the storm clouds roll in.

"Ruhroh" I sighed. It had started raining before I even reached the edge of the parking lot. I squinted and shivered as it quickly soaked my clothes. I panted hard and heard thunder from a distance. I looked around for any kind of shelter.

"Are you crazy!" I turned around and saw the mean boy from a few days ago running towards me. He was shirtless, again, and his face was in a snarl.

"Probably! But this wasn't on purpose!" I yelled back at him once he got within earshot. The rain came down hard.

"You're going to get sick, or worse, killed" He snarled at me and grabbed my hand. It instantly warmed me. He dragged me towards a house, which I assumed was his own. I was dazed, everything seemed to be happening so fast.

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled towards him trying to pull my hand out of his grip.

Never talk to strangers was rule number one parents taught their kids, and I guess this fell into that category because my parents never told me what to do when a gorgeous boy was dragging you onto his front porch out of a storm.

"Shut up and stop resisting, I'm not letting you get hurt" He snarled pulling me harder.

"Uh HELLO you have longer legs than me, and it would be NICE if you didn't pull my arm out of its socket!"

He shook his head and I felt the warmth of his hand grow in temperature. He led me onto his front porch and looked at me, releasing my hand.

I folded my arms and stared at him as meanly as I could.

"Wait here, I don't want you all wet and trampling in my house, my mom will have a fit."

I scowled as he went inside his house, seconds later he handed me a towel. I kept my arms folded.

"Don't be so stubborn." He grabbed the towel and stuffed it between my folded arms till I finally caved and grabbed it.

"Fine!" I snarled. I wrapped myself in it and watched him.

We stood in silence just looking at each other for a few minutes.

"I'm Paul."

"Okay?"

He scowled. "Listen, sorry about that... I just... you were going to get sick. you probably still are but whatever okay, i'm just glad you're okay now..." He took a deep breath and looked at me right in the eyes. I swallowed hard, he looked so sincere.

"Oh.. uh.. thank you."

I said looking away, and losing the meanness in my eyes. I watched the rain come down some more. I listened to the way it sounded bouncing off the roof, how the wind howled and the thunder cracked closer and closer every second. I saw him out of the corner of my eye watching me. His face blank.

I smiled shyly. "I'm Georgia."

He nodded. "Georgia?" asking puzzled.

I nodded back. "Like the state?"

He chuckled. "Like the state... You're new."

I nodded again.

"You live on that beach house right.. it's like on the edge.."

He began to explain the location of my house and it's little details he admired. I turned away and watched the clouds disappear.

"That's the one..."

"You're always running past my house.."

I turned to him, and smirked sarcastically. "I like to run"

He nodded, never taking his eyes off me.

"Just don't run in storms anymore." He mumbled sternly.

"Okay dad" I grinned and handed him his towel back. "Thanks."

I turned and walked off his porch.

"Hey! Wait!"

"What?" I sighed.

"My friends and I are having a bonfire tomorrow."

"Okay?"

"This is me inviting you."

"This is me not making a commitment."

He watched me and then grinned. "Usually girls swoon over my invitation."

I raised an eyebrow, and turned around shaking my head. I set off on my run before he could hold me up any longer.

"It was a joke!" I heard him yell, a small smile finding my face.