Seth's Story Chapter 1: Some Weird Things….

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Drew's POV

"Artemis, hurry up, you'll be late for practice," my best friend calls through my window. I roll my eyes and grab the bag with my soccer gear.

"Shut it, Clearwater! I told you to call me Drew, you know, like everybody else in their right mind," I say to Seth before hopping through my window. I don't feel like going through the long questioning that happens every time I go near my front door.

"It's my name for you. I can call you it because you love me," Seth teases while shoving my shoulder. This sparks a memory in my head…

*************************************FLASHBACK*********************************

Six year olds Seth and I are panting and hiding in our secret spot. My mother stomps in search outside of their cubbyhole that she knows nothing of. She yells for me, making young me jump. Seth tries to calm me down, so he grins at me.

"That was a close call, Agent Artemis Moon," he said, making me smile back at him. No matter how down I get, Seth can always pull me out of my gloom.

"I agree, Agent Hot stuff," I respond, giggling. My smile wipes away suddenly. "Hey, how come you get a nick name and I don't?"

"Okay, I'll give you one," Seth says while thinking.

"No, you chose your name!" I whine. "Okay, I have an idea. We will be best friends forever and ever. We can each make a name for each other because I love you," I said, my young innocence shining off my face.

"Gross, I don't love you," Seth cringes away in disgust.

I laugh and say, "Ewe! You have cooties! I love you, just not like that. You should have been…my brother!"

"Then I love you too. Let's make a pact; best friends for life?" Seth agrees. I nod and spit on my hand and hold it out to Seth who does the same. We shake and burst out laughing. "How about you change your name to Drew like you always wanted to. Then, only I will call you Artemis." Drew is my middle name, but I have always loved it more than Artemis.

"Okay and your nick name will be Wolfe because you love Wolves," I squeal. Drew, I think, it is just right.

****************************END OF FLASHBACK************************************

"Dude, I should call you by your nick name then," I say. Seth was such an arrogant little kid. Who would nickname themselves Hot stuff? Silly Seth! I stop walking and crouch down like I am calling a dog. "Come here Wolfe, come here!" I say this in the annoying voice people use to talk to their pets. I stand and ruffle Seth's hair. "That's a good boy!" Seth ducks his head under my hand and chuckles.

"Always have been on the slower side haven't you?" Seth asks jokingly.

"Yes, that's why I play left forward on the boys soccer team," I say as we keep walking to our field. He smiles; probably thinking of the day when I demanded I got to try out for the team. The problem with being a girl on the reservation is that the school is small and they don't have enough girls to make a girls' soccer team, so I just joined the boys' team; I am plenty good enough; I even start.

Seth has always considered me as one of the guys and that's the way I like it. Although, I am not like most of the girls you always hear about who plays on an all boys' team. I actually wear make up and dresses. I paint my nails and curl my long brunette hair. The thing that makes me different than most girls who are all frilly and jumpy is that I hate all of those things. I hate to shop or actually go to the salon; I just paint my nails and wear dresses if I have them. I normally dress like one of those badass biker chicks, so when I wear a dress it is normally black or punk, something that goes along with my attitude. I put little thought in my outfits, but I make sure they speak my mind.

I don't care to watch a wrestling match on the weekend or, when we were younger, roll in the mud. My interests are just like a boy's interest. Seth's favorite thing of me is I love sports - watching them, playing them, and even coaching them.

Seth doesn't look where he is walking and bumps into me, shoving us both on the ground. "Seth, do that again and I will slap you," I grumble, shoving Seth off of me. Of course, Seth always distracts himself whether he is talking or not. Most of the time Seth is talking.

"Sorry, you make a good cushion by the way, Drew," Seth says while winking at me and making me roll my eyes. "Come on, I'll race you to the bleachers!"

"Oh, you are going down, Clearwater," I say with a sly grin.

"In your dreams, Moon," Seth says. Whenever we are competitive we tend to slip into using our last names. I will sometimes just call Seth by his last name in a way to annoy him. We crouch down and he says, "Go!" I am in the lead since I start off like a rocket. Seth, being our mid-mid field player, always has amazing speed and stamina, but tends to start slow. In the end, Seth beats me by a hair and we don't notice huge mountains standing in our way. Oh, wait; they are actually living people who just feel like mountains.

Jared Cameron, their leader while at school, turns around when Seth hits him square in the back. For an odd reason, Sam Uley is here as well. Sam has already graduated, but he is the leader of their group when they aren't in school. Seth and I call them a cult. They certainly act like one.

"Sorry, we didn't see you," Seth says, flashing an embarrassed smile.

"Just watch it, kid," Paul Lahote sneers. They are a few grades above us. I am a freshman, as is Seth. I hold my tongue, wanting to kick his butt. I may have been able to before he 'changed', but now he'd squash me like a bug. I have always been good at fights, for a girl, but I am not what people call skilled; more like lucky. Seth always jokes, saying I am a street fighter who knows how to survive but not excel. I never fight on the streets or anything. I am known to have a temper and every now and then, one of the girly girls ticks me off. They are normally not looking for a fight and go down in seconds.

I have been in a few fistfights, none too serious, but Seth tries his best to keep me out of them. Seth knows he should have helped me in the past situations, but I get mad when he intervenes on my 'business'.

Seth and I brush past the bulky guys and hurry toward the locker rooms. I notice Sam keeps staring at Seth, not a good sign, but I brush it aside. "What is up with those guys? They look like they've gone on steroids, especially that Paul Lahore," I whisper to Seth, purposely messing up his name.

Seth chuckles, "I guess they are a cult, but I've never really seen them doing anything bad. Don't let those rumors get in your head, Drew." I know he is right. That's Seth, always looking on the positive side of things. I think that's what keeps me from blowing my top. Seth pushes his way into the guys' locker room while I go into the girls'.

It is really unnecessary for me to even go to the locker room. I never change unless the game is straight after school, but the boys seem to find too much trouble by changing at their house. I am on the Junior Varsity team but am still considered a 'captain', even though Couch doesn't officially pick them for JV. Seth and Matthew, our goalie, are the other 'captains'.

At the field, Matthew gives the team instructions of what Coach talked to us about after yesterday's practice. Mostly every day for JV, the 'captains' run the practice. After our Friday game, he pulls us three to the side and explains exactly what he wants us to do everyday. He runs the Monday practices, though.

It is always my job to inform them of the pro's and con's of last night's game, informing each player of their mistakes and finishing them with one compliment so they don't feel like I hate them. It is Seth's job to pump them up before every game, one of the many things he is good at. Matthew and Seth go over the weekend schedule every Saturday and Matthew continues to tell them any other info. This is a system.

The problem in the system, you may ask? Matthew takes forever to explain things. "I bet you twenty bucks that he repeats what color to wear to the game twice," I whisper to Seth, making him grin.

"You're on. He did that last week, no way will he do it again," he whispers back.

"Exactly why he is so predict-" I begin but get cut off.

"Are you two done over there?" Matthew demands. They may be captains, but Seth and Matthew hate each other. That is saying a lot considering how nice Seth is.

"We were talking strategies," Seth lies.

"Yeah, just like last time," a guy whispers. I shoot him a death glare, which shuts him up quickly. The rest of practice is a bunch of drills to get everybody in shape and performance ready. At times, I wish we had an assistant coach to help out with these things, but then I remember they would probably screw up the system.

"Alright, you know we have spring break this week. Coach gave us no practice but he expects us to maintain a daily workout. Don't slack off. We'll see you Monday," Seth says at the end. They all jump and holler and run off the field. "Drew, you want to hang at my place?"

I notice he is nervous. It is a perk of being a best friend. "Which one of the guys is coming over?" I ask knowingly.

He sighs and we stuff our things in our bags and begin the walk home. "Jacob Black I'm not scared of him, but…" Seth trails off. I get what he's saying; Seth finds it awkward.

"I'll be there, but I call first shower," I say. Seth shrugs and kicks a rock. We walk most of the time back in silence, something we rarely see. "What's up?"

"It's nothing just…" Seth says, averting my gaze. I nudge his shoulder and we walk around the back of Seth's house. "Fine, so I just don't get it. Everybody says the cult is so bad, but then why do all the elders not have a problem with it? They even like it! I just…I don't know." He isn't scared of the cult, but I never pegged him to be one of those guys that wants to be in it. My eyes bulge out of my head.

"You like it don't you? Are you going to join them?" I ask in shock and slight horror. We both never hated it and at times when we were younger we both pretended to be in one of our own. As we grew older, we heard rumors that kind of scared me, but Seth didn't believe them. The only problem I have with it is that it seems to strip the guy of their past life and friends.

"No! They…okay just a bit, but it's not what you are thinking," Seth argues.

"Yes it is! Are you seriously going to beef up and just forget about all of your friends?" I say angrily. Seth finally looks at me with a slight pain in his eyes. No, it isn't pain; it is a longing.

"I don't want to be in it, okay?" he mutters. "Look, did you notice Quil is with them now? Have you ever actually looked at them? They all have each other's back and they seem to have a good time everywhere they go…" I stay silent, thinking. "Plus, Sam has given me these weird looks. What the heck does that mean?"

I roll my eyes, trying to comfort him. "Well, if you want to be in that thing, just don't forget about me. Okay?" I ask him. He grins and nods. I don't need to worry about during school. Sure we are the best of friends at home, but at school things are different. He has his friends and I have…acquaintances. Seth always offers for me to sit with him or him sit with me, but I refuse. "No steroids or anything, either."

"Aw, you know I couldn't forget about you, Drew," Seth teases, messing up my hair. I step on Seth's foot before I open the back door. This house is like a second home to me. It is definitely more pleasant than my home.

"Hey, Art, hey Seth," my father figure, Harry, calls. Harry Clearwater is Seth and Leah's dad, but I like to think that he is my own, too. Art is a name only Seth and Harry call me. It's an inside joke for the fact that that's the beginning of my name, yet I am the worst artist known alive. I grin and walk to him, spying on what he's cooking.

"Cooking… let me guess, fish?" Seth asks without hesitation. He chuckles and begins setting the table. I pass Sue on my way to the shower and we exchange a smile. Sue is the second mom I wish I had instead of my own. After my shower, I change into the clothes I keep here; yes I come that often.

Seth and I have grown up together. We have about two or three different secret paths in the woods that lead back and forth to our houses. Seth is the only one who knows anything close to the truth of about my mother. My dad walked out on me when I was young. Growing up with Seth, I have become a slight tomboy, but Leah has kept me from being a total one. Leah and I were never too close due to age differences, but I would see her a lot while here with Seth.

We relax most of the day outside like normal. By the time dinner rolls around, the smell of fish has invaded their home. "With as much fish you all cook, I'd think it has a permanent smell burned in," I joke just before hearing the doorbell ring.

Billy and Jacob Black come in. They come here a lot, but things have been awkward since Jake has 'changed', although, Seth still looks up to him, just at a distance.

"Where is Leah?" I ask.

"She isn't feeling well," Sue says and I nod my head. They make small talk most of the dinner, but Seth and I talk to ourselves. When Sue brings out a steaming hot desert, Seth, being the idiot he is, reaches out and pulls the iron skillet closer to him.

Everyone gasps in shock as Seth whips his hand back in pain. I grab his arm and notice something strangely odd. "Seth, you are really hot," I say worriedly.

"So you two are a couple now? I saw that coming," Jacob snorts.

"No, dimwit. I mean his arm is on fire," I repeat, making Sue come over to check. I hold a hand to his forehead. "Seth, you have a major fever."

Jacob, Harry, and Billy all meet eyes and nod. Great, another secret the cult won't tell us. "Artemis, you'd better get home before you catch what Seth's got. I have a feeling it's mono, it has been running around lately," Harry says. He's always insisting on calling me anything but Drew just to unnerve me.

"Dad, I really am fine. I think it's just the steam coming off that dish," Seth says.

"It's better to be safe than sorry," Billy says and stares me straight in the eyes.

"Don't be rude to-" Seth starts but I cut him off and stand.

"I know when I'm not wanted. I'll see you tomorrow, Seth," I say before walking out. Yes, I can be kind of dramatic, but this wasn't just drama. Billy really must hate me. I think on this as I shove my way through the trees. I'd taken the long way home without realizing that I will have to go through my front door this way. Crap.

The door flies open before I even knock. My mother, Melody, tries to block my path but I duck under her. Melody has a bottle in hand, indicating she is either drunk or almost there. "Where have you been? You didn't wake me up for work. If I was late, you were going to pay for it," Melody threatened. She slings her arm over my shoulder and tries to turn me around. "Look at your mother when she is talking to you!"

"Yes, mother? I was at soccer practice. Then, I walked home with Seth to his house and ate dinner there," I say. Melody wants to know every detail about everything I do. You would think she is a good mother by that, but alas no. She is normally too drunk to be. Sometimes we will have a sober talk and that is when I almost like her. Almost.

Other nights, she will get drunk and high. All I know is that no drugs have stepped on this property, so I don't ask questions. Those are the nights when Melody brings out the belt. It isn't often, but almost every three months, sometimes more. I will always have the scars on my back forever.

"Did he touch you? You are too young to be touched like that. You know what? You are grounded, I don't want you seeing Seth again," Melody screeches. When she jumps to conclusions like that, it tells me not to argue because she won't remember a thing.

I sigh, "Yes, Mother." Falling on my bed, all I want is a friend. Seth is busy and the people I sit at lunch with are not my friends. You would think since I am athletic that I'd fit in. Wrong. I don't get bullied or made fun of; they just don't like me. No, that's not the word. They are scared of me, people have even told me. I don't mind because I don't really pay attention to a social life at school. Afterward, I hang with Seth. I don't think it's a friend I want; it is more of a family. A sense of the fact that somebody with always be there for me.

When I can't get to sleep at almost one in the morning, I pull out my phone and call Seth. "Hello?" Seth answers with a deep voice telling me he just woke up.

"Hey, Wolfe, it's me. I can't sleep, are you still feeling sick?" I ask quietly, trying not to draw Melody's attention. My house, if that's what you want to call it, consists of cardboard thin walls that form two bedrooms large enough to barely fit a bed and a dresser. It's a one-story house with a living room/kitchen in between the two rooms.

"I was never sick in the first place," Seth grumbles. "Come on over." I grin and climb out my window. I get there in seven minutes and rap two times on his window, using our signal. I find Seth trying to stay awake on the edge of the bed. I climb over him and get comfy.

"Thanks," I whisper before my eyes get heavy. We are merely best friends. We are there when we need each other; it has been that way since we were kids. Seth and I would have sleepovers and would sneak over when we couldn't get to sleep. As we grew older, we still found it normal. Seth's parents are fine with it by now and when Melody isn't drunk and she sees Seth, she is fine with it. The times when she is drunk and comes to my room she just ends up calling me a whore. Sometimes she will yell at Seth, but he always stays to 'protect' me. She's never gone further than a little yelling.

"No problem," Seth sighs.

We wake up in a surprisingly comfortable way. I find myself pulled against Seth's chest. Normally we are never even touching if we sleep together. Seth is still asleep and I look at him. Why would Seth pull me to him? Maybe he didn't. Maybe I wrapped around him, but why would either of us want to do that? I figure I shouldn't ponder on that for long; it would get awkward thoughts on my mind.

I pull my face away from his chest and try to squirm free. This jolts Seth awake. Darn, I didn't want him to realize. Seth's face is a look of surprise, not horror like I expected. He releases me and scoots a little further away.

"Sorry about that," Seth says awkwardly. I grin at him and he grins back.

"It's fine. Seth, you are still burning up. Are you sure you feel fine?" I ask worriedly. I had woken up in a world of heat since I was crushed against his shirtless chest.

"Well, I'm hungry, if that's what you mean," Seth says before stepping out of bed. I laugh and get up. "Let's go get breakfast."

"Hey Sue, Harry," I nod to each of them before grabbing a piece of bacon. I look over at them when they don't answer. Both have worried or surprised looks on their faces.

"Artemis…you came over last night?" Sue asks. Normally they don't comment on this subject because it brings up awkward conversations like how there is nothing romantic going on or how neither of us has hit 'that' stage in our life, referring to the point where we actually want to date. Something weird is going on here.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep…" I say, trailing off when I notice Harry's glare at Seth. "Was that a problem?"

"No dear, not at all. It's just we thought Seth was sick and we don't want you getting it," Sue says.

"That's right, it must have slipped my mind," I say. Seth and I plop down on the couch and dig in.

"I'm off to the store, Art-mis do you want me to drive you home?" Harry says. Another thing that is unusual appears today. Another one of our inside jokes, when Seth and I was litter, before I changed my name, he couldn't pronounce it right. He kept forgetting the e, so now it's another nickname. Almost all of my nicknames have a meaning behind them.

"Um, okay. I'll see you later Seth," I say, giving Seth a questioning look. He gives me the signal that he'll text me. I grin and walk off with Harry. He pulls up next to my house.

He gives me an uncomfortable look and says, "You better not come around for the next few days. Seth has a high fever and we don't want you sick."

I nod my head and say goodbye before running off. I spend most of the day doing homework due to the fact I have nothing else to do. Around six in the afternoon, my phone buzzes. It's from Seth.

Seth: Wasn't my parents acting weird?

Drew: Yeah, did they not want me there? I mean we've slept like that for years.

Seth: Maybe they think we actually like each other! Lol!

Drew: That's funny. Maybe you can figure it out. Are you still in solitary?

Seth: Yep. I don't even feel hot or cold. Mom's kept me outside, not in my bed, outside!

Drew: That's a new one. Come over tomorrow, I need help on this project.

Seth: Okay, when?

Drew: Morning?

Seth: I'll be there. So is your mom drunk or normal tonight?

Drew: Drunk. I think I hear her walking here! What should I do?

Seth doesn't respond, which annoys me to no end. I don't dwell on it because soon my door flies open. Melody walks, no stumbles, in. "Somebody called me. You know Harry Clearwater?" she asks. I nod my head. "Well they said he's dead. Poof, gone, just likes that."

"What? You're drunk; you don't know anything! You are lying!" I scream at my mother while jumping to my feet.

"I'm…I'm not lying! They called and said something about a heart attack. Don't you ever," Melody screeches and smacks me across the face, "tell me I'm drunk. Do I seem drunk to you?"

Yes, I think. "Sorry, you are right. I just want to be alone," I mumble. Melody nods her head and tries to kiss me on the head, but I scoot over. After giving me a dirty look, Melody walks out of the room. After that, I jump through my window and rush over to the quickest path. I have to be there for Seth. I have to, no matter what. What if it's really true? Melody was drunk, but why would she make up something like that? Halfway there, I run into a huge brick wall with the name of Jared.

"What are you doing here, Artemis?" Jared says, blocking her path.

"Don't call me that. I'm going to see Seth," I hurry.

"No, you can't," Jared says, standing firm.

"I have to! Is it true that Harry Clearwater died?" I tremble.

"Yes and they are going through a family issue. He needs to be with his family and you aren't part of that," Jared says harshly. I know I shouldn't take anything seriously coming from him, but that really got to me. I always would think of Seth as my family, always. It was better to think that way instead of thinking of Melody as my only family.

"I don't care. He needs me, I can feel it," I say, trying to push past him. He really feels like a brick wall. Tears are streaming down my face. I cannot believe Harry is really dead.

"You can't feel it," Jared argues, but he is giving me a suspicious look.

"I can. It…you wouldn't believe me, but I can feel it," I scream, pounding my fist on his chest. It hurts me more than him.

"Try me, how can you feel it?" Jared asks. He is looking at me the same way Harry was looking at Seth at dinner the other day. Oh, poor Harry! Poor Seth!

"Why? Just so you can laugh at me? I can feel it because there is like a pain in my gut. He just lost his father, of course he is in pain," I spit.

"Go home, Artemis," Jared argues.

"Don't call me that! Only Seth can!" I roar and punch him in the face. I scream in pain, pretty sure I just broke my wrist.

"Great, now I have to take you to the hospital," Jared says. I am on my knees in pain and grief, but Jared just picks me up and walks to my house. "Hello, Ms. Moon. Your daughter seems to have hurt her wrist. Do you care if I take her to the hospital?" Jared asks Melody when she opens the door.

"Sure, whatever. Go to the one in Forks, they normally let them stay over night," Melody gargles.

"Can't I take her to the reservation hospital?" Jared whines.

"No, they don't take my insurance! Now go away, kid," she screams, shutting the door. Jared sighs but takes me to the hospital.

When we near it, I breathe, "How…can you carry me…that far? I weigh like a hundred ten pounds!"

"Don't ask," Jared says. We wait in the E.R. until Dr. Cullen shows up. "Can't we have a different doctor?" Jared seethes under his breath so low that only I can hear.

"Sorry, we are very busy. I promise, you can be with Drew all you want," Dr. Cullen says. How did he hear that? Jared shakily agrees. In the room, Dr. Cullen takes an X- ray of my hand. When he walks past me, I smell something that makes me crunch my nose in disgust. It's a sickly sweet smell and it's burning my nose. I'm not the only one who smells this; Jared is going so far as to barely breathing so as not to smell him.

"How is it?" I ask, the pain slowly going away even though I didn't take any medicine.

"Well…" Dr. Cullen begins and locks eyes with Jared. "Have you broken your wrist before and how long ago?"

"Never," I respond. Why do weird things start happening everywhere I goes?

"It looks like you broke your wrist punching this young man. Although, there is no need for a cast because of your fast metabolism has begun healing. I just need to pop it into place and you are free to go," he says as if this is obvious.

"What? I'm no doctor, but brakes do not heal in an hour!" I say disheveled.

"It does for your kind, since you are a shape-shift-" Dr. Cullen says, but stops when Jared jumps to his feet.

"What you mean is she didn't actually break her wrist, right?" Jared interrupts frantically.

"Can I have a word with you in the hallway?" Dr. Cullen asks. Jared follows him in the hallway. I somehow pick up a few words.

"Not…shifter…girl…never," Jared says.

"Yes… can smell it," Dr. Cullen says. I fall back on the bed, letting one tear slip in grief before falling asleep. I wake up hours later in my room with a note stuck to my window.

It reads, it's not broken, don't try to go to Seth. The funeral is in three days. Your mother scares me…Jared.

He meant the mother part in a funny way, but that doesn't cheer me up. The fact that they have a funeral planned proves it's true! I don't care what he says; I am seeing Seth.

I am walking along a path but hear something nearby. Straying from the path, I find a sight that nearly knocks me off my feet. There, standing in the clearing are two huge wolves taller than horses! The larger one is all black and he growls at me, causing me to shriek. The other one is smaller but still towers over me. Frozen in fear, the smaller wolf walks closer to me and I am stuck helpless. He is going to eat me! When I am in reaching distance, the wolf sticks its head under my hands wanting me to pet it. When I feel the russet fur, I scream in horror and run home.

I decide not to tell anybody of this. They wouldn't believe me, not even Seth.

A/N: I had to rewrite it in first person. I hope you like this, I have a good time writing it! Review, tell me if I should continue!