The Sun Fell in Love with the Moon

Disclaimer: all characters and copyright belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Prologue;

Jaymie looked in the mirror at herself and sighed, she pulled her thick, black hair out of the ponytail and let it settle around her shoulders in a lustrous cloud. She fluffed it up slightly and peered closer at her reflection, checking for any sign of a pimple; not that she ever suffered with them. Her hazel eyes did a thorough examination and she declared herself satisfied. There was a soft knock on the door and her mother walked in.

"How's the birthday girl?" Leah asked her daughter with a smile.

Jaymie frowned. "Why did my birthday have to fall on a school day?" She complained.

Leah laughed at her disgruntled expression. It was when she pulled that face that she could see herself in Jaymie. She put her hands on her daughter's shoulders and gazed at her fondly. "I know it's a pain, sweetie, but there is always tonight to look forward to."

Jaymie rolled her eyes. "Oh the party."

"What's wrong?" Leah asked gently. "I thought you would be glad we are throwing a sixteenth birthday bash for you. All your friends are coming."

"Mom," Jaymie whined. "Dad says he's going to chaperone, it's going to be so embarrassing having him there. Can't you tell him not to?"

"No way," Leah shook her head. "There is no way Sam is going to let his only daughter have a sweet sixteen without keeping an eye. I know what some of these boys are like."

"You have a filthy mind, mom." Jaymie said irritably. "Don't you trust me?"

Leah shook her head. "No."

"No?" Jaymie said in surprise.

"Remember your fourteenth?" Leah arched an eyebrow.

"That was a mistake. It wasn't my idea to play spin the bottle." Jaymie muttered. "It was J's idea."

"You went along with it." Leah reminded her. "I didn't appreciate coming home to find my daughter locked in the closet with Penny Lanacaster's son. The boy is trouble."

"It was only a stupid dare to kiss him." Jaymie picked up a brush and began to comb through the silky strands of her hair. "It wasn't my fault J went mad and hit him. The stupid game was his idea in the first place."

"Well I was the one who had to deal with his mother demanding to know why her precious boy had a bloody nose." Leah put her hands on her hips.

"Alright I get the drift." Jaymie threw her brush down and picked up her school bag, slinging it over her shoulder.

"I'll see you later then, mom." Jaymie said quickly before Leah could pull her in for an embarrassing hug.

"Aren't you going to walk to school with your brothers?" Leah called after her as Jaymie fled the room.

"NO WAY. They're so embarrassing." Jaymie yelled back. "I'm meeting J and Harley anyway. Bye."

Leah sighed as she watched her daughter flee. Over the last year she had become slightly distant from the family, calling everything embarrassing or uncool. She refused to walk to school with her brothers anymore and any sign of affection from her parents in public was a big no no. "I was never like that." Leah said under her breath as she prepared to usher Harry and his younger brother Jack off to school.

XXXXXX

J was leaning against the hood of a parked car, sketch book in hand as he began drawing a group of good looking girls who were walking by. "Hey, Jacob." One of the girls called out to him.

J didn't bother looking up from his sketch book. He flicked his long fringe out of his eyes and concentrated as he tried to get the lines just right.

Harley, who was standing next to him, dug him in the ribs. "Hey, bro that Alesha chick has the hots for you. Go talk to her." He said eagerly.

J gave a resigned sigh as he glared down at his thirteen year old brother. Harley was the spitting image of their dad, same skin tone, eyes and happy grin. He was just beginning to really notice girls after spending his twelfth year hating them all, except for Jaymie, who he adored. But then everyone adored Jaymie. J frowned as he thought about all the boys who tried to hit on her on a daily basis. "I'm not interested in Alesha."

"Why not?" Harley watched Alesha standing with her friends, she kept glancing J's way, obviously hoping he would notice her. "She's got great boobs."

J cuffed Harley on the back of the head. "Put your tongue away." He closed his sketchbook and stuffed it in his school bag. Jaymie was late again, but that was nothing new.

Harley crossed his arms in annoyance. "You could have your pick of the girls in this school and all you do is stuff your nose in that stupid sketch pad." He complained.

J ran a hand through his thick brown hair, the long fringe falling into his chocolate brown eyes. Where Harley took after their dad, J was all Bella. He was quite tall now, nearly six foot, his pale skin and large eyes, framed with long lashes made him stand out on the res. Everyone knew who he was and his handsome face made him popular among the girls, not that he took any notice of them, except for Jaymie.

J ignored his brother as he pushed away from the hood of the car, he had spotted Jaymie in the distance. As usual she was surrounded by a group of boys, he noticed Micah Richardson holding her bag and another carrying her books. "Unbelievable." He muttered.

Jaymie was taking no notice of the boys as they both chattered in her ear. She found the best way to deal with the unwanted attention was to not say anything. When she was very young, Jaymie had become very introverted because of her looks. She was a beautiful child who was growing into a stunning woman. As she grew she had to learn how to deal with the way people reacted to her looks, she wasn't vain, but she knew that the boys found her attractive and this led to lots of unwanted attention. J had got into a lot of fights over the years as some of the boys, especially the older ones, pushed their luck too far.

As for the girls, that was another matter. Jaymie had no female friends to speak of. A lot of the girls in her year thought she was stuck up and were jealous of her looks and the attention she got from the boys. J was popular among the girls and that was another reason they refused to befriend her, she suffered a lot of bitchy comments on a daily basis. Well tonight she hoped that was going to change. Against J's advice she had invited some of the most popular girls in her year to her party, hoping that if they got to spend some time with her they would get to like her for who she was. J had been very dubious about this, but she had refused to let him talk her out of it, just remarking that she needed some other females at the party.

"Hey, J." She waved to him as she approached.

Micah and his friend flashed J a sour look as he glared at them. "Hand them over." J said as he held out his hands for Jaymie's books and bag.

"Whatever." Micah scowled at him. He didn't go up against J after coming off the loser in the last two fights they had in the past.

"Hello, Jaymie." Harley looked at her shyly, his cheeks tinged red.

Jaymie returned his smile and ruffled his hair. "Hey, you. I see you're getting more handsome every time I see you Harley Black." She teased.

Harley's cheeks turned redder. J rolled his eyes at his younger brother and flung his arm across Jaymie's shoulders. "Late again, Angel."

"I wish you would stop calling me that." Jaymie said irritably as they walked to school. "The amount of teasing I get at school because of it."

"Who cares?" J said nonchalantly. "They're all a bunch of dweebs in that place anyway."

"Well I am the one who gets it every time. Not you." Jaymie muttered.

J sighed. "I'm sorry, Angel. I know those girls can be bitches. Do you want me to have a word?"

"No. I can handle them. I don't want you getting excluded again for defending me." She said worriedly. "Your mom and dad were not happy last time, J"

J just shrugged. "My dad would have done the same if it was my mom. His threats of grounding are meaningless."

Harley, who was trailing behind them, shook his head when he heard this. Jacob had been very angry with J, not just for getting excluded, but for his don't care attitude toward authority. His grades had been slipping for the past year, except for his art classes he didn't seem to care. He had grounded him but J had ignored him and sneaked out to see Jaymie. Bella had expressed her disappointment in him, and it was only this and Jaymie urging him to do as his father told him, that made him finally see out the punishment.

They walked through the gates of the reservation school, it was quite small, everybody knew each other. As J and Jaymie walked toward their first class of the day he was greeted by everyone they passed. The girls smiled and tried to flirt with him while casting Jaymie snide glances. J had English while Jaymie was due in tribal studies.

"I'll see you later, Angel." J called out to her as he went into his class. Some girls, who were standing by some lockers, sniggered. Jaymie cringed and tried to make herself inconspicuous, it never worked.

"Are you okay, Jaymie?" Harley's voice made her spin round in surprise. She had forgotten he was still following.

"Yeah, sort of." Jaymie sighed as the girls began to chant Angel at her.

"Shall I walk you to your class?" Harley offered sweetly.

Jaymie gave him one of her special smiles. It lit up her whole face. "Thank you, Harley."

"No probs." He replied, feeling ten feet tall. He walked proudly beside Jaymie as he escorted her to her first class of the day.

A/N-well there is the first part. What did you all think? Constructive criticism welcome. :)