A/N So I was reading and listening to music and I heard this song and it gave me a perfect idea for an imprint story. It is Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. It is good, listen to it ).

Disclaimer: I don't own the song or anything to do with twilight and the books. All I own is Airyn and her thoughts. Stephenie Meyer owns the rest.

Big thank you to my beta Auphora66!! She went above and beyond, and you guys don't want to know what this would have been like without her help. So THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!

Summary: I took a walk down to the beach, little did I know that it would change my life forever…I couldn't tear my eyes away from him; he looked at me with such intensity. I had never felt so loved, so treasured, so protected. Collin/Imprint

In the Silence

-Airyn-

I stared out the window as my dad sped down the road towards La Push, Washington. As my mom and sister slept, blurs of green forest and craggy mountains passed. I had just turned 16 this past week, Dad had bought me and my sister i-pods; mine was a beautiful sky blue and was currently playing music into my ears, while hers was a bright hot pink and had fallen down onto the floor beside her feet. Dad had just gotten a promotion with the software company he works at; he is so happy that I can't help but be happy for him. I am definitely the daddy's girl in the family.

I looked over at my twin, Jackie, in the far seat slumped over onto the opposite window. We looked exactly alike, but inside we couldn't be more different. We're both 5'6 with thick curly brown hair that falls just past our shoulders, and had bright green eyes centered on our heart shaped faces. I have an athletic build with some curves; I have soccer and softball to thank for that. Jackie has some curves too, but she's a bit softer than I am because she doesn't indulge in a lot of physical activity. We're both average in weight; neither of us have that super slim bodies, nor do we have that pudgy kind of look.

Internally, my sister and I are night and day. I stay up all hours of the night but can't get up in the morning, while my sister is out like a light at 10:30, but bright and cheery in the morning. Jackie is loud and outgoing, whereas I'm shy and quiet. Jackie's room usually looks like a clothes bomb went off, and mine is pretty neat for a teenager's room. My sister definitely got the fashion sense in the family; she is always up on the latest trends. My style, on the other hand, is all about comfort; jeans, sweats, t-shirts, tank tops, flip flops, and my favorite pair of beat up, sky blue converse. I fidgeted in my seat, being stiff from hours in the car. I kicked of my navy blue flip-flops and sat Indian style on the seat. My i-pod slipped out of my athletic shorts pocket. I picked it up and changed to another song, keeping it in my hand this time.

I caught sight of my old school logo on my shorts which was located next to the light blue stripes that went down the sides of my thighs, and couldn't help but feel anxious. Unlike my sister, who had tons of close friends at our last school (Jackie easily made friends with her sparkling personality); I was excited about moving -probably because I was never all that close to any of the friends that I did manage to make, being the shy one. There always seemed to this invisible barrier between me and my friends. I was never a part of their group; always the last invited -that is if I was lucky enough to get invited at all. I wasn't going to miss them.

I paused my i-pod and set it down; removing the earphones from my ears. I then peeled off my dark blue hoodie -the car was getting kinda stuffy-, revealing my white t-shirt with my softball team's name on it. I wonder if La Push has a softball team. A hollow space underneath my ribs took place at the thought of what my new school might hold in store for me. I folded my hoodie and placed it beside me, after I picked my sky blue i-pod back up. I put my earphones back in and turned towards the window, feeling much better. I caught my reflection in the window; my hair was still in the messy bun that I had put it in, only now there were more strands of hair falling out of the bun. I glanced back at Jackie. Of course being the queen of fashion that she was, she looked to be my polar opposite. She wore her hair down in soft curls, held to the side of her face with two small brown bobby pins. The cotton pale blue sundress fell to her mid thigh in a tiered bottom, showing off her long legs. The flower print tie belt brought emphasis to the empire waist, and V-neck showing off some of her cleavage. Silver flip flops lay discarded on the floor of the car, kicked off in her attempt to sleep, and her white three-quarters sleeve sweater lay draped across her as a blanket. Sometimes, life appears to be unfair. As a twin, I constantly feel compared to my sister, and it seems as if she has all the good qualities. My sister is witty, fun, outgoing, stylish, and everything that I'm not.

Another area where Jackie and I are on a one-eighty axis is boys. She is a major flirt and has a new boyfriend every couple of weeks. Now don't get me wrong, my sister isn't as bad as she sounds when it comes to guys -she just loses interest fast. I was never very eloquent when it came to talking to guys. Therefore, I never really knew them or dated them; something that Jackie always seemed determined to change.

I sighed and went back to staring out the window, watching green foliage pass by. What would our house be like? I hope it doesn't have any leaks in the roof. Before hand, I had checked online to see what I would need to be prepared for. One thing is that Washington, in general, is mostly sunless and raining. I hate rain. Well, more like I hate freezing rain -warm rain is great, but I suspect that there isn't any warm rain in Washington. On the plus side, La Push made up part of the coast next to the ocean -and I loved the ocean; back at home, it was my escape to just sit and thing in peace. Peace was something that couldn't be held while in the company of the noise that is my family. The beaches, even though they were made up of rocks instead of soft white sand, would probably end up as my favorite spot in La Push. I also learned that La Push was a Native American reservation; which might turn out to be cool, I guess.

The car begins to slow down, and then turns left. After only a few more seconds, the car stops in front of an aged blue Victorian house. It was charming. Surrounded by a thick band of emerald green trees, the house was a medium size with two floors, white trim, and multiple bay windows. A brick chimney was located on the side, and brick steps led up to a large wrap around porch was held up by thin white columns.

My dad lightly shakes my mom on the shoulder, "Barb honey, we're here." His kind middle aged face turns to me, "Airyn get your sister up for me please." I unbuckle my seat belt and lean over. "Jackie, Jackie, wake up we're here." I gently shook my sister's shoulders.

"I'm up, I'm up, enough with the shaking," she mumbles, smacking my hand away.

I laughed, rubbing my hands where she slapped them. I slip my dark blue hoodie back on, stuff my i-pod into its pocket, and exit the car. I was instantly assaulted by large cold raindrops. I hastily grab my suitcase out of the trunk, and jog up to the front door where my dad was holding the door open for us. Dad had been here a couple of weeks before; setting everything up, moving in, and all that jazz. Then he came back down for mine and Jackie's birthday. I entered my new home; my mood dampened from being soaked in only my first ten seconds of my stay. It was late, so Dad showed us all to our rooms and then went to bed, exhausted from driving.

I stepped in my room and found out that it was classy, sophisticated, and simple. I loved it. The walls were cream with a blue and purple lace pattern going around the center of the walls like a border. My furniture was a white sleigh bed, white vanity, and night table. Blue and purple plaid curtains covered my window and new window seat where I knew I would spend hours reading. I unloaded my belonging from my suitcase, opening my closet doors to put away my clothes. I made my unpacking quick; the rain had made me cold and I was anxious to get into some warm and dry pajamas. The task didn't take me long, so I happily changed into a pair of green sweat pants and a large white t-shirt. I snuggled into my blue and purple plaid comforter and tried to fall asleep. Excitement swirled around in my head as I thought of exploring La Push tomorrow. I could hardly wait to see the beach. Even though my mind was wide awake, my body had other plans, being worn out from the trip. Before I slipped into unconsciousness, I swore I heard a wolf howl in the distance.