Yes, I have done the unthinkable...This is my very first fanfic. I hope it doesn't show too much, but I know very well there's always room for improvement. "Bouquet of Flowers" begins pre-Eclipse, somewhere in the epilogue of New Moon, and extends into Eclipse itself. Which is mostly why I'm hoping I can try to get this done in the next month. Once August seven arrives, this will most likely turn into an AU fic.

Thanks to the Relish Dog Pound and Jacob Black threads at Twilight Lexicon for inspiring me, even if you guys don't know what you inspired.

Each chapter will be titled with the name of a flower. Here, Jonquil represent the desire for a return of affection. Red Tulips symbolize declaration of love, yellow tulips link to hopeless love. Thornless roses stand for early attachment. Apples, of course, embody temptation.

Chapter One --- JONQUIL

It was excruciatingly easy for me to pretend like I didn't care what other people thought about me, or rather didn't think about me. At a tender and early age, I was pegged with the simple nickname of "Quil's little sister," which, more or less, was true. I was fifteen and, much to my chagrin, his only sister. Still, I seriously doubted anyone knew me for who I was.

"Kyla Ateara!"

Okay, give or take a person.

"Embry," I sighed, wiping my forehead with the back of my glove. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

Embry peeked out of the shadows and walked briskly toward me with his hands in his pockets and a seemingly never-ending grin on his face. His hair was much, much shorter than when I first met him a couple of years back. Today, it was untidy and, I'd be willing to bet, uncombed.

"Jeez, ever heard of a brush?" I teased, crossing my arms.

"Jeez, ever heard of soap?" he mocked, poking at a brush of dirt lingering on my cheek.

"You're one to talk." I slapped his hand away from my face and gestured toward his brown-stained white muscle tee. "Trip in the forest much?"

He shrugged. "A little soil never hurt anyone."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my work. The red and yellow tulips were blooming nicely, the dew from yesterday's rain resting lightly on the petals. My eyes wandered to the thornless roses that wrapped around the apple tree. They were the first flowers I planted in my garden, and were my priceless treasures. Recently, even more so…

Embry's voice broke in through my train of thought.

"So…how is old Quil anyway?"

I eyed him suspiciously. "Why ask me?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe it's because you, umm, live with the guy?"

"Why should I play messenger?" I picked up the watering pail and walked towards the door. "He's upstairs in his room, probably still sleeping like the lazy slacker he is. Wake him up and knock yourself out."

When I didn't hear a witty reply, I turned back around. Embry was looking at the ground, kicking the wet grass with his foot. I would have told him to quit taking his emotions out on the plants, but his overcast face prompted me to take a second thought. When he noticed I was staring at him, he looked up and started smiling again.

"No, I'll leave Quil to his beauty sleep. You knows he needs it anyway." He swung around and ran to the gate. "Catch you later, Kyla."

"Later," I called out, but to nothing but the creaking gate and the morning mist.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, I walked out of the backyard and into the house. The smell of my freshly baked muffins wafted throughout the house, and I could hear my brother shuffling around in his room. I expected the sound of his feet bounding down the stairs in about twenty seconds.

"Hey," he mumbled, jumping the five bottom steps.

"Look who decided to get up this morning," I said, putting my gloves in the drawer.

He grimaced. "Don't give me that. It's not my fault you want to be a freak who wakes up at six in the morning to water her plants that are going to die anyway."

I chucked a muffin at his head. Direct hit. It bounced off, and he managed to grab it just before it collided with the floor.

"Don't insult my babies," I threatened, then walked to the stairs. "I'm going to take a shower."

He murmured something that sounded like, "Good, because you need it," so I grabbed a pillow of the couch as I walked by and tossed it at his face. Another direct hit. I should try out for the military.

"Wait," he called. "Was someone here just now? I thought I heard you talking in the backyard."

I paused on the first step and bit my lower lip, debating whether honesty was the best policy. He leaned against the counter, chewing on the muffin that almost took his eye out.

"No…nobody was here." Before he could ask me anything else, I shot up the stairs and slammed the door to my room. Leaning against it, I sank to the floor and lifted my eyes to the picture frame lying on my desk. Without opening the blinds to let the warm sunlight in, I walked over and lifted the frame up, tracing the edges of the people. Even in the dark, I could visualize the playful poses everyone was striking, including myself. There were party garlands and balloons adorning everything, even us.

Embry, his hair still long and wild then, infested with confetti. Quil, wearing his sunglasses and an awkward yet smug smirk. Me, exaggerating my ecstasy as I held a fork in my mouth with one hand and plate of cake with the other. I looked happy, and smiled in remembrance.

My eyes drifted to the deep russet arm linked around my neck. It belonged to the birthday boy, and I could feel his contagious cheerfulness emanating from the frame. His black hair, longer than even Embry's, was pulled into a ponytail. The deep brown of his eyes glowed intensely, although they were squinted with laughter. His mouth was pulled upwards in one of the friendliest and playful grins I had ever seen, and it nearly touching the corner of his eyes

"Jacob Black…" I muttered, sitting down in my chair and resting my head in one hand that was propped up on the desk.

There was only one word that could sum up what I thought about Jacob Black…

"Wimp."

My, my...what could dear Jake have done to render such an impression on Kyla?
No, seriously. I don't even have a plotline laid out for this past chapter two. Ideas come and go as they please o0;

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