This is my first ever fanfiction. I've decided that since I'm already wasting my life away reading Twilight fanfics (to the point where some of my friends are getting worried about me), I might as well contribute one. Tell me please whether or not I should continue it. I'm a decent writer as long as I know what I'm writing about, so if anyone has any plot ideas, feel free to suggest them in a review. This Seth/o.c. type fanfic is way overdone but I figured you could never get enough of Seth! Enjoy.

Not as Opposite as We Thought

I was jolted out of my deep sleep by the sudden stop of the car. As I blinked my eyes, trying to adjust them, I saw that we were at a gas station. Great, and I'd thought we'd arrived already.

My family, all six of us, were moving from one miniscule small town on the northern east coast, to one on the northern west coat. If we had to move, which I was strongly against in the first place, I wished it could've been to some place more exciting. Forks, Washington wasn't exactly the most exciting place in the world. I'd never heard of it until my dad was offered this job.

I noticed the steady drip of rain on the car roof. Well maybe we're getting close. Being the geek that I was, I had researched the area to find out everything I could about our future home. It turns out that the North Pacific Rainforest gets more rain than any other place in the country. Great, and I got sick of rain just living in Massachusetts.

Everyone else in the car was asleep. Everyone but the dang cats. If you think it's fun driving cross-country with three younger siblings, try doing it with two loudly meowing cats. Add in a Maltese with gas problems and you've got some real fun. Even if I wasn't the most willing participant in this move, I was still eager to get out of the car.

My dad reentered the vehicle carrying an enormous cup of coffee, a large bag of chips, and the pungent smell of gasoline. I reached over, past my ten-year-old brother Dan, and tapped him on the shoulder.

"How much farther until we get there?" I asked in a whisper.

"What're you doing up so late?" he said. I glanced at the digital clock in the car. It was almost three in the morning.

"I just woke up," I said, "I didn't try to stay up or anything."

"We'll be there in less than an hour Haley. Be patient."

"Time estimate?" I asked. My dad was amazingly good at predicting the times we would arrive at certain places. He often was correct, even to the very minute. I always thought that maybe he had a GPS inside his head, a trait I had unfortunately not inherited. I was geographically disabled, not a good thing as I was to learn to drive soon.

"Three fifty, now try to go back to sleep."

"Easy enough for you to say," I mumbled under my breath. It was hard enough for me to fall asleep sitting upright in a moving car. To try to do so again while I was alert (if only temporarily) would be borderline impossible.

I dug through my small bag, trying to find my book-light and a book to read. That would help pass the time if anything would. I was a bookworm, to use the commonly used name. I never figured out what worms had to do with reading excessively. I never went anywhere without a book tucked under my arm or in a bag. I plowed through books. Nothing was better at holding my attention for long periods of time. It seemed only natural that I would be reading now.

Before I knew it, I was being yanked out of my own little world by the car stopping once again. I attempted, with some difficulty, to look out the window that would be my home for a while at the very least. It was no use. The clouds, rain, and general darkness made seeing a few feet away from the window a challenge now that the headlights were out.

"We're here!" announced my dad, sounding much too perky for a man who had just been driving for hours on end. He always did like to travel at night so that the car was quieter. Any car trips we'd gone on before had been much shorter than this one, usually only about five hours at most.

My mom groaned. She did not share my father's apparent love for driving at night. She blinked groggily and sat up. She looked remarkably like me; everyone said so. Same dark hair, green eyes, and freckles.

My parents stepped out of the car, walked around to the doors of the second row of seats, and started trying to wake my brothers, Chris (thirteen) and Dan (ten). I remained trapped behind them, unable to get out unless I wanted to squash one of my brothers. That wouldn't have been overly tragic, actually, it certainly would've gotten them moving faster, but the parents were present and I didn't feel like getting grounded before I even had anywhere to go.

I occupied myself with trying to shake my little sister, Sophie awake. She was also thirteen, Chris's twin, two and a half years younger than my fifteen, but I was three years ahead of her in school. She was easier than either of the boys to wake up, and she was soon waiting impatiently for the two of them to crawl at their snail's pace out of our way.

They made their way out at last, and dad led us into the house, flipping the switch on as he did so.

"Boys, you share a room. Girls, I know you didn't share one at our old house but there aren't enough bedrooms for anyone to have their own room," he announced.

I sighed. Sophie was okay in small doses, but she stole a lot of my stuff even without sharing a room with me. God only knows how much she could make away with now that I could no longer insist that she get out of my room.

Together, Sophie and I walked past our practically asleep brothers, claimed the larger room, and collapsed on top of the unmade beds.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of rain on the roof. I'd have to get used to it. It seems like it would happen more often than not in this rainy town.

I put on my glasses and walked over to the window in order to get my first real view of my surroundings. There were trees everywhere. I was used to this, I'd grown up in New England, after all. The trees were different there; they were deciduous and turned all sorts of beautiful colors in the fall. Here, there were more pine trees; I had no idea what kind. I was not exactly a nature person. I always chose to stay inside and read.

"Haley, you awake?" asked Sophie, popping her head inside the door. Typical, she's always up before me. I sleep in a lot. It's the teenager's prerogative.

"Obviously," I said sarcastically.

"Whatever, just come down for breakfast soon," she replied. I followed her out and into the unfamiliar kitchen. My mom and dad were standing at the counter, drinking coffee by the bucket. I grabbed the cereal, filled a bowl, and sat down. I allowed myself to space out while eating, so I didn't notice when my mom started talking to me.

"Haley. Haley. Earth to Haley," she was waving her palm in front of my face. "It's still August so school starts next week. I have your schedule. They mailed it once we enrolled you. Would you like to shop for school supplies later?"

"Sure Mom," I said after swallowing my cereal, "Sounds like fun."

I went off after I had finished breakfast to take a shower and get dressed. I grabbed my book and started reading. I had only read a few pages when the doorbell rang. Sighing in my best martyr fashion, I got up to answer it.

Standing on the other side of the door was a teenage boy about my age. He was rather dark complexioned, and looked like he might be of Hispanic descent. His shaggy brown hair hung almost to his shoulders and he stood at approximately average height, several inches taller than my 5'5". It was his clothes, however that made me stare. He was dressed in tight, skinny jeans (and that trend looked bad enough on girls!) with a pink hoody sweatshirt and a beaded necklace.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Mason and I live across the street. My mom sent me over here with this casserole."

"Oh, um thanks," I blurted out, just as my dad came by. He frowned at the boy. My dad had a thing about allowing boys near his daughters. I didn't see why this would apply to Mason, though. I thought it more than obvious that the kid was gay. Also, my dad had no reason to go around glaring at boys in general. I'd never gone out on a date. I was much too geeky for that. Guys never seemed to like me much. I was kind of plain and wasn't exactly skinny. Not that I was fat or anything, but I was larger than the average girl my age, even though I was mostly muscle.

"Dad, this is our new neighbor, Mason. He just came by with a casserole from his mother."

"Yeah, I think I have to go now anyway," he said with a grin, "See you around. What grade are you going into?"

"Tenth," I said, eager to get back to my book.

"Me too!" Mason said, "See you at school then." He then turned around and walked away. I handed the casserole to my father and escaped back into my own world, where I was a completely different person.

The rest of the week passed similarly, with me reading, us unpacking the rest of our things, and back to school shopping, which was a terrifying experience. Chris and Dan took out the entire pencil sharpener display when they started fighting and Sophie started dancing around, saying "Look Haley!" every time she did some sort of dance move she learned back at the ballet studio at home. Since I'd quit dance back in elementary school when I discovered that I was hopeless at it, I honestly couldn't care less about it.

I woke up early for school on that first day, groaning and rolling over in bed. I was not yet used to getting up at six a.m. Honestly, I really never did, getting up out of bed was a drag for me no matter what.

My mother passed around the bowls for cereal and then drove us up to the three different buildings, Forks High, Forks Junior High, and Forks Elementary School. I was dropped off first because I insisted that I didn't need her to accompany me in. It would be bad enough being the new kid without being escorted in by your mother.

I made my way to the secretary, after almost getting lost and having to ask a petite blonde for help. I walked up to the desk and waited timidly for her to notice me. I wasn't very good with strangers.

"Hi, I'm Haley Adams. I'm new here." Way to state the obvious.

"Oh, hello I'm Mrs. Cope. We haven't had any new students in a while. Just give this slip to each of your teachers and have them sign it."

"Thank you," I said. I already had my schedule, now all I needed to do was find the building without getting lost, surely an easy feat for anyone but me, the geographically challenged one. I left and started wandering around, looking for my Chemistry classroom.

"Hey new girl!" called someone from behind me. I turned around and saw Mason and sighed with relief. It was nice to know someone, even to barely know someone, when you're new.

"I never got your name. I'm Mason if you don't remember," he grinned. I smiled; Mason wasn't exactly easy to forget, even if half of the neighborhood did come around with food.

"I'm Haley," I stopped to let him catch up, "Do you happen to know where my Chemistry class is?"

"I have that next too!" he was looking very enthusiastic, "You could just follow me." Relieved, I set off behind him, wishing he could go a little faster so that I could get out of this rain.

I walked into the class, thankfully not late, and gave the teacher the slip to sign. She then sent me back into the group of students to wait for seats to be assigned. Assigned seats! What were we, in third grade? Did she think we were going to throw spitballs at the whiteboard or something? I was seated next to a tall, redheaded girl who introduced herself at once. I forgot it almost immediately, too. I could never remember names when I was under stress and I was under a lot of stress at the moment.

I was able to find the rest of my classes by asking random passers by for directions. They all seemed to blend together in my mind, except for Spanish, which stood out in a very bad way. I had chosen to take French at my old school! They didn't offer it here apparently, and I was put in the class full of Freshmen who were still light years ahead of me. I knew that French and Spanish were full of similarities but still! I'd have to study my butt off to achieve the most mediocre of grades. Great.

I entered the cafeteria alone and saw a very cliquey set-up. Now where was I going to sit? I couldn't just plop myself down at a random table. The bathroom was beginning to sound like a lovely place to eat when I heard a voice call, "Haley, over here!" I whipped around and there was Mason sitting at a big table full of girls and a very few guys.

I smiled and walked over to the table. "Is it okay if I sit here?" I asked Mason.

"Well that's why I called you over," he nudged the girl next to him. She moved over to make room for me on the bench and I slid my tray in gratefully.

The whole table was talking animatedly about something I couldn't follow. It involved something about First Beach. First Beach? Was there a Second and Third Beach too? Talk about unimaginative names.

I was really itching to take the book out of my backpack. I resisted. Reading at lunch was a big part of what had made me seem weird back home. Even if this was the other side of the country, I was sure there were some universals involving bespectacled girls who read at lunchtime.

The girl next to me, whose name I was fairly certain was Amy, turned to me, "I'm Allie," close enough, "We're talking about the trip to the beach in La Push, the Quileute reservation, we're planning for after school on Friday. Mason's older brother's driving everyone after school. Want to come?"

"Sure," I said, I didn't have any plans anyway. I smiled at Allie. She seemed really nice. That brought me up to two potential friends, or at least friendly people. I was on a role.

The week passed almost painfully slowly. I came to school each morning and took notes as the teachers babbled on about something I'd already learned, came home, did my homework, read, and went to bed, trying to ignore Sophie's snores. The only fun part of my days was lunch. I eventually remembered everyone's name. It was a really funny group Mason had introduced me to. Almost everyone was loud and outgoing, and they provided entertainment equal to that of a book.

It was really strange how I could know so many people and have them not know the most basic thing about me. Sure, they asked me to describe the little town in Massachusetts where I came from, they asked me whether I had siblings or pets, but most of it was politeness. Mason and Allie seemed more interested than the rest, though, and I found myself telling them more about my reading hobby. In return, I found out that Mason acted (of course) and Allie played tennis.

I had told my parents where I would be on Friday, and they could hardly keep in their excitement that their anti-social daughter had finally made some friends. When Friday finally came around, I piled into the back of the old car (I had absolutely no idea what kind of car it was, and didn't really care, either) and Mason's brother drove off.

I was incredibly squashed in the back. We were most definitely exceeding the maximum carrying capacity for this car. I made small talk with the girl next to me, Cassie, also an actor, until we arrived near the rocky shore.

It was beautiful, if a little wet and cold. What more could be expected from one of the wettest places in the country? We gathered up driftwood and made a fire with it. It was a miracle in my opinion, although the rain wasn't very heavy at the moment. The greenish-blue flames danced as I watched them and wondered why I had bothered to come on this trip.

Nature trips were never very interesting for me; I'd learned that long ago. I had accepted out of desperation to make a few friends. I was very easily bored. I reached into my bag, sighing. I'd hidden my true nature long enough. Now I couldn't take it anymore I needed to fend off some of the boredom.

I settled down on the log and happily opened my book, hunched over it so that it wouldn't get wet. It was a hopeless endeavor, but worth it, my book would dry later.

I could feel the stares of the people around me. I knew they wouldn't last long. People were just shocked that I'd use an exciting trip into the great outdoors to do something as commonplace and supposedly boring as read. They'd stop soon, there's nothing all that interesting in watching another person read, unless I happen to be crying. I only do that in an extremely sad book, so I figured I was safe from that little spectacle. I just had to keep myself from giggling during the funny parts.

After a bit of time, I had no idea how long, I heard footsteps coming up to our group. I looked up and saw four teenage boys dressed in tee shirts and cut-off shorts. I gawked. It was freezing out here! Not to mention wet. It was only September but it felt like November to me.

They appeared to be Native American, most likely from the Quileute tribe. We were on their reservation, after all. What really made me stare though was the fact that they were all well over six feet tall, maybe seven feet in some cases. They looked even taller from where I was sitting, so low to the ground. They were also muscled up like they were on steroids. Was someone feeding them experimental growth hormones?

One of them caught my attention more than most. He was fairly good looking, with reddish brown skin and short black hair and dark eyes. He was also staring like a goldfish, a man that had never seen the sun, someone who had just witnessed a miracle.

And he was staring directly at me.