I'm pushing through bodies, avoiding me and walking around you, but you're cold and I burn…

- Settle Down, The 1975

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'Yeah, you are my fire – the one desire. Believe when I say, I want it that way… But we are two worlds apart, can't reach to your heart. When you say, that I want it that way – tell me why – ain't nothin' but a heartache. Tell me why – ain't nothin' but a mistake – tell me why, I never wanna hear you say… I want it that way-'

The Backstreet Boys were cut off abruptly by Katelyn's brother yanking her earphones out. She blinked open her eyes, startled, to her brother's face just inches from her own. She recoiled.

"Hurry up!" Topher moaned impatiently, starting to tug her out of the car, "Mom says she won't open the door until you're here!" he was stronger than her, and almost had her half-out of the car before she wriggled out of his grip. Her younger sister, Alexandra watched with faint amusement, boy-short bob haircut falling in front of her eyes before she impatiently brushed it back.

"Okay, okay! I'm coming!" She planted her feet on the ground and shoved him back, winding her earphones around her iPod, and shoving it deep into her pocket. She felt her eyebrows raise at the sight of their new house. It was bigger than any house she'd ever lived in – and pretty, with slightly worn white weatherboards and climbing ivy around the front windows, and surrounded by forest. "How did we afford this?" She breathed.

For a while now, the Faye family had been struggling with money. Her father had been fired from his long-time job when the company closed down, and he had been looking for work everywhere, before their uncle decided to step in and help. Now he had entered into a partnership with their uncle, and they had opened a chain of small supermarkets. Her father had moved them all to La Push to manage at one of the supermarkets. Of course, Katelyn hadn't been altogether too happy with the sudden move but as usual she had not complained, and had outwardly supported her father's decision. For her, her family's happiness was most important, and she'd give up anything to see them content.

They stood together in front of the door, each of them quiet, and equal parts apprehensive and excited. She smiled slightly up at her father, as he rested his hand on her shoulder. With a deep, audibly breath, her mother unlocked the door, and together, they stepped through. It was light and airy at the moment, but Kitty saw it was definitely going to get cold when the weather got worse than it was now. She left her family and explored the upstairs. There were three bedrooms upstairs, one with a large bed that she assumed was for her parents. She decided that she would leave the other two rooms for Topher and Alex to fight over, because neither of them would want the smaller room. She went downstairs and went to other end of the house, nearing the forest. There the smallest bedroom was, with two large glass doors that operated as windows. Through the trees she could make out glimpses of some water and sand. She knew it was the beach she had seen from the upstairs windows, and she smiled.

"Do you like it, honey?"

She jumped at her father's voice. He was looking at her worriedly. With a faint flush of guilt, she realised that maybe she hadn't been so subtle in her turmoil. "I know its not like the old house-"

"Dad, I love it." She said softly, crossing to him and wrapping her arms around him. "We'll be happy here."

"I'm sorry we had to move so far away…" he muttered into her hair, and squeezing her tightly.

"it's okay, dad… really." She said, and pulled away from him to look him in the eyes, trying to convey her sincerity. She wasn't exactly leaving a lot behind in Colorado. Sure, she had favourite parks and restaurants, and had her music lessons – but she wasn't leaving behind many… people. The Faye family were small – her mother was an orphan, and her father's only brother had died a year before Topher was born, and their grandmother wasn't exactly a fan of their mother so they never saw her – and Topher and Katelyn hadn't exactly been popular in school.

"You have this room, Kitty." Her father said, "And let me know if there is anything else I can do."

"Love you, dad." She murmured, hugging him one last time and stepping back.

He didn't linger long, just gave another loving look before stepping out of the room.

Kitty sagged slightly, and pressed her hands into her eyes.

That was one of the good things about moving so far away – here, they could start again.

A fresh start.

Despite being brother and sister, she and Topher were close – closer than she felt to Alex, who was too young to really confide in, and she trusted him with almost everything. He was the only one that knew that she didn't really want to be here. They both shared the fear of going to a Native American dominated school on the reservation. They even looked alike – with freckled cheeks, honey brown hair and green eyes – Kitty's defining feature being her dimples, and Topher's being his splotch of brown on his right iris. They were often mistaken as twins, but Topher was eight months older, Kitty being born a month premature. Topher and Kitty were both slender, but where Katelyn was small, Topher was tall. He often made the joke that she hadn't developed fully – and would stay 'stunted' forever. Even when he had been 13, he was already taller than his mother and sister, but still a little shorter than his father. Luckily for her, he seemed to have stopped growing now – she could still just reach his head to smack him.

In just a week, the second semester of the year would start. Right in the middle of the year. Great news for the school's gossipers, bad news for the siblings.

Their last school they had been… social pariahs somewhat.

It had been fine when they first started high school – and they'd been liked, popular even – but teenagers were cruel, and it only took one incident for them to be rejected by the student body.

To distract herself, Kitty opened every single box, and started putting away her things. So keen to forget all about her anxiety, she even set out an outfit for her first day of school, and began organising her socks by colour. She flopped down on her bed as the sun began to set and her mother called her to the kitchen for dinner. She skipped down the hallway and into the kitchen where she spotted pizza boxes on the bench, and her brother already eating, smears of the tomato base on his cheeks. She frowned at him, "How did you even manage to get sauce there?"

Topher shrugged, "Just superior genes, I guess." He said through a mouthful. Alex made a loud gagging noise, and dodged Topher's warning swipe at her. Kitty decided not to point out the sauce around the thirteen-year-old's mouth.

"Well they're not my genes." Their mother sighed, looking skywards, as if praying for patience. Kitty laughed quietly as their father gasped in mock offence, and Topher shoved the rest of the piece in his mouth obnoxiously.

Their mother, Maria Faye, formerly Gould, was a thin woman with white blonde hair and pale skin. Her eyes were the same green as her children. She married Joseph Faye when she was 21, and perhaps the saying opposites attract really was true. Maria was sharp, organized and efficient to the point of being bossy. Joseph was laid-back, funny, and spontaneous, and dark haired and eyed, and with tan skin like his children. Kitty had inherited her mother's wavy hair, and Topher had their father's unruly curly locks. Alexandra didn't really look like either of them – which Topher liked to say was because she was adopted – but having looked at pictures of their mother's dead parents, it was pretty safe to say she took after her dead grandfather, with stormy blue-green eyes and dead straight strawberry blonde hair, which was almost red, and Maria's pale skin.

Kitty ate her pizza slowly. It wasn't that she didn't like pizza, it was just – that once again – she found her stomach churning with nerves. After dinner, she cleaned up the boxes and unloaded her box of baking goods, intent on making dessert. She had no eggs, and after Topher's frankly ridiculous puppy-eyes, she collected money from her mother and set out on her journey to the store to get eggs and milk.

It was dark outside the house, but she pushed away the uneasiness of walking in an unfamiliar neighbourhood after dark, hoping that the people in the surrounding buildings would hear her scream if she did get in trouble. She entered the small store, not the one her father would be managing – but a small milk bar, and headed straight for the eggs, grabbing some milk as well. She headed up to the counter, where a boy with long hair and dark eyes was looking bored. He saw her, and shifted upright, smiling at her. Kitty thought he looked around the same age as Alex, maybe a little older.

"New, huh?" he said brightly, flashing bright teeth.

Kitty raised her eyebrows, "Uh, yeah. How'd you know?" she passed him her items. He scanned them quickly, barely looking at what he was doing in order to grin at her.

"It's a small place, La Push, you get to know all the faces pretty quickly." He winked, "A gorgeous new face like yours is hard to miss." Kitty felt herself blush, and looked down at the floor quickly.

"Thanks." She said, slightly flustered, and took the bag from him. She turned to go, but he called after her.

"Wait! What's your name?" he said, leaning over the counter slightly.

"Kitty Faye." She smiled at him, "what's yours?"

"Jacob, Jacob Black." He said eagerly, and in that moment, she confirmed her suspicion. Definitely younger.

She grinned at him. "I'll see you round, Jacob-Jacob." She walked out of the store, swinging the plastic bag happily.

She practically skipped back home, and ran through the motions of baking the cookies for her family, but excused herself afterwards, taking her share up to her room. She was feeling surprisingly tired, and as soon as she had showered in her little en suite, she went immediately to sleep.

The next few days passed in a blur, and Kitty found herself on the eve of her first day of school in what seemed like no time at all. She was on the verge of screaming, she was so nervous about going to the new school, so she went down the hall, pulled out ingredients, and began to bake. Her parents had gone to bed a while ago, so she didn't worry about them hearing her.

She wiped down the last bench at about 1:00am, and left the kitchen silently, leaving trays of muffins and cookies out, cooling. She sighed. She smelt like baked goods, and she'd already had a shower. If she woke and found flour in her bed, she would be extremely annoyed.

Topher had convinced their mother to drop the three of them to school after their father left earlier. It was lightly drizzling, and Kitty grabbed herself an umbrella, and tucked one in Topher's bag when he was brushing his teeth. She could trust Alex to look after herself more than she trusted Topher.

Kitty looked at herself in the mirror. She sighed. She was way too tired to bother with any makeup or hair wrangling. She grabbed her mess of hair, and piled it on top of her head, stabbing a few bobby pins into it to help it to stay put. She banged around a little while longer, waiting for Topher as she usually did. Finally she heard him clomping downstairs, Maria behind him, shooing him downstairs.

"Hurry up! Get in the car! You've made you and your sisters late!" Topher shot straight out the door. Kitty chuckled to herself, and swung his bag over her arm and walked out after him. Her mother made a face at her, "What he would do without you, I have no idea."

"Here, Topher." Kitty passed her brother his bag from the backseat, and put her seatbelt on.

"Thanks, Kitty!" he said cheerfully. She passed him a banana and one of the chocolate muffins she had made last night, and he took them, "Thanks, Kitty!"

"One day, I swear… I hope, you'll be looking after yourself." Kitty said exasperatedly. It had always been like this. If he was left to his own devices, she swore he would forget his head. He twisted in his seat and gave her a wide grin, chocolate covering his teeth. "Ew, Toph!" he laughed, and swallowed his mouthful.

"You're so gross." Alex groaned from beside her, and closed her eyes, plugging in her headphones.