Serious writers block. It's really getting bad. I'm NOT discontinuing ANY of my stories-I just have major blockage and I'm kind of randomly writing this…if you want me to continue review!!

Chapter 1--Eating Utensil

"What?!" Erika and I exclaimed at the same time. No. This cannot be happening…again.

"We're moving," Mom said slowly-as if we didn't understand her.

"But we practically just got here!" Erika yelled. Okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration. We moved here a year ago but that's about how long it took us to really get settled in.

"This is the last time," Dad said easily. I tried not to roll my eyes. Yeah. The last time until the next time. "This is better for your career," he said, looking pointedly at me.

"Why is it always about her?" Erika whined, glaring at me.

I groaned. "Here we go," I muttered.

"We have to move just because she needs a bigger practice track? Or because she needs to travel farther than you're willing to drive?" she sneered, looking at me accusingly. I almost snorted. Yeah. Because racing is what I want to do. 24/7, every waking second of my life.

"Erika, you had the opportunity to race too and you chose not to," Mom said sternly.

"That's because I wasn't any good!" she yelled.

"You got that right," I grumbled to myself. She practically needs training wheels when she rides now.

"Your mother and I have already made our decision, we're going," Dad said sternly.

Erika huffed and I just sat in silence. Sometimes not saying anything is just better for everyone. "And what do I get out of this?" she asked, sounding a lot more calm than she was three seconds ago.

"You can go on a shopping trip in Seattle before you come to the house," Mom bargained, quickly giving in to Erika once she realized this move could be easy, or hard.

Erika jumped off the couch and clapped her hands together. "Thanks Mommy!" she said, giving her and Dad a hug before bounding up the stairs. I just stared after her with my mouth hanging open. Seriously? Is she bipolar or something?

"Would you like a shopping trip too?" Mom asked me with a slightly hopeful smile.

"Nope," I said, standing up and trudging up the stairs. "But I would like to retire," I grumbled once I was out of hearing distance.

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"I hate this place," Erika grumbled as we walked into the mall in Seattle.

"We just got here," I reminded her.

"So? It's so rainy and cloudy all the time-California was so sunny," she said as she headed into a store. I groaned and followed her in. I can't believe I decided to come here instead taking Dad's offer with setting up the shed. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Thank you Captain Obvious," I muttered.

"What do you think about this shirt?" she asked me, holding up a bright pink shirt with some white design on it.

"Uh…it looks okay," I said with a shrug. The Queen Bee is actually asking me for fashion advice? What has the world come to?

"Great!" she said, before continuing to look through racks of clothing. At least she's being nice. I sat on a chair by the changing rooms and closed my eyes, thinking about how exactly we ended up in the rainy state of Washington.

It was all because of one simple thing: Motocross. Motocross is practically my Dad's whole entire life-and it's beginning to become a huge part of mine. You see, I've been doing motocross since I was five…and I'm almost eighteen. My Dad taught me how to ride, how to race, how to modify the engines-everything I could possibly want to know about the sport itself-plus what I didn't want to know. And for a while…I loved it. I still do actually, just not in the over competitive, all or nothing, eat, sleep, and breath way that my Dad does.

What does all of this have to do with us moving you ask? Everything. In order for me to compete in certain races, I have to be within a certain mile radius of the practice and racing tracks. Not to mention the fact that driving days on end just to have a five hour practice gets pretty tedious.

"Hey. Hey! Andrea!" I groaned as my shoulder was being shook.

"Stop it, don't you know I'm sore," I grumbled, rotating my shoulder painfully. I massively biffed it the last time I tried a jump. I'm not sure what happened but I got some serious air on that one.

She snorted. "Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "Let's go to the second floor," Erika said, leading me out of the store and to an escalator. "Can you hold these? They're heavy," she said, holding out three large bags with a pout on her face.

I raised an eyebrow and leaned against the railing of the escalator. "No," I said.

She glared at me and turned the other way so she didn't have to look at me. Wow. I swear we are not related.

I sighed and looked at our progress on the slowest escalator in the world-we weren't even half way up yet. I let my fingers run through the small water fountain that ran down between the escalators that were going opposite directions. I sighed and looked back at Erika, keeping my fingers in the water behind me. "You have the directions, right?" I checked.

"Of course I have them, do you think I'm stupid?" she asked, sounding seriously offended.

"No, I was just checking," I said through gritted teeth. She makes me so mad sometimes…

I jumped as my fingers brushed against something unnaturally warm and turned around to meet the golden brown eyes of the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen in my entire life. I just seemed to zone in on him and the world blacked out around him. He was well over six feet tall, had russet skin and cropped black hair. He was staring at me with the weirdest expression.

"Andrea," Erika snapped, getting my attention back as we drifted upward and the stranger escalated the opposite way.

"What?" I asked, seriously irritated at her for interrupting my staring contest with the guy. I don't know why I seemed to care, but I did.

"Dibs," she said with a smirk. I glared as I realized what she did. She just claimed that hot guy-and we don't even know him!

I rolled my eyes just before feeling a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and my breath caught as I came face to face with that guy, he was currently pushing people out of his way to keep up with me as I glided towards the second floor.

"Hi, I'm Brady," he said with a bright smile.

"Andrea," I said, holding out my hand. How lame am I? A handshake? Seriously?! He smiled even wider and shook my hand-which was blazing hot. I raised an eyebrow questioningly but he didn't seem to notice as I reluctantly let my hand drop from his.

"So, where are you from?" he asked, just as he shoved some man aside to step onto the second floor with me.

"We just moved here," Erika interrupted, pushing passed me and smiling brightly at Brady. "I'm Erika," she said, holding out her hand.

"Brady," he said, quickly shaking her hand and turning back to me. "Where did you move to?" he asked me.

"Actually, I have no idea. We're getting there by GPS as long as Erika didn't lose the address," I said, glancing at her to see that she was fuming. Guess princess doesn't like being ignored.

"Hey Brady!" a loud voice boomed. I looked back to see two guys stepping off the escalator we just exited. "What are you doing?" one of them asked. My jaw dropped. They all looked exactly alike-more alike than Erika and I. But Brady was definitely the most handsome out of them all.

"Guys, this is Andrea. Andrea this is Collin and Seth," Brady said, pointing to each of them. Their eyes seemed to dart back and forth between us as smiles crept to their faces.

"Hey," Seth said with a huge smile.

"Hi," Collin added with a wave and a smile of his own.

"Ah-hem," Erika fake coughed behind me. I sighed and looked up at the ceiling as I slowly turned so I was partially facing Erika.

"This is my sister Erika," I said, gesturing to her.

She stepped forward and smiled at the guys. "Hello," she said, flipping her bleach blonde hair. God only knows why she dyed it that color. The guys just nodded to her absently before looking back at me.

"So, what are you here for?" Brady asked me, his curiosity sounding completely sincere for someone I just met.

"Actually, I was just getting a new wardrobe for school," Erika cut in, as if the question was directed at her.

Brady glanced at her and then looked back at me. "I'm just along for the ride," I said with a shrug. Actually, I was here because I didn't want to help set up the practice track that is currently taking over our new backyard-or so I've heard. "What about you guys?" I asked.

"New shoes," Brady said, looking down at his and his friend's sneaker-clad feet. I let out a little laugh.

"What did you guys do to those?' I asked. They looked like they were ripping at the seams.

"It's hard to find good shoes, give us a break," Seth said with a laugh.

I just shook my head and laughed. I guess I can understand that; I had to get new racing shoes every couple months. They never seem to hold up. "Come on Andrea, let's go," Erika said impatiently. So now she wants to leave?

I turned back to Brady, I really didn't want to leave for some reason. "Sorry, it was nice meeting all of you," I said with an apologetic smile. I heard Erika mutter something under her breath. I gave one last look at Brady and sighed as I turned around. Before I could take a step, a warm hand caught mine and spun me back around.

"Can I have your number?" Brady asked, he sounded so hopeful that it surprised me. No one had ever asked me for my number before…

I grinned widely-not even really meaning to. "Sure," I said, holding out my hand for his phone. He let go of my hand that I forgot he was holding and gave me his phone before I swiftly entered my number.

"Thanks," he said with a smile.

"I guess I'll talk to you later," I said easily.

"Yeah," he said in a slightly dazed tone before I turned back to a fuming Erika. She grabbed my elbow and dragged me to the next store.

"I called dibs," she snapped at me.

"Sorry, it's not like I asked him to ignore you," I said, tearing my arm out of her grip.

"You didn't have to talk to him," she said, rolling her eyes at me.

"Get over yourself Erika," I snapped back at her. She just glared and hurried into the store ahead of me. I groaned. Great. Now Mom's going to kill me because I upset the perfect daughter. Just what I need.

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"We live in a town named after an eating utensil?" I asked as we passed the 'Welcome to Forks' sign.

"Apparently," Erika muttered as she drove. I sighed and looked out the window. She was still mad at me from the mall incident. I wouldn't be surprised if she texted Mom so that I'll get ambushed once we pull in to the new drive way.

Turns out, I was pretty close.

"Andrea, get over here now!" Mom yelled from the curb of the street. She didn't even let me get into the driveway this time. I hopped out of the car and silently walked over to her. "Why was Erika crying at the mall?" she asked, hands on hips and a stern look on her face.

My eyebrows shot up. "She wasn't crying! When was she crying?!" I asked, completely confused now. What the hell is she talking about?

"You know exactly what I'm talking about young lady," she said sternly. Uh, no I don't.

"Andy! Come back here, I have something to show you!" Dad yelled from what I'm guessing is the backyard of our brand new two story house that I've barely got to glance at.

"Coming!" I called back, making a quick escape from Mom who was still waiting for me to admit defeat and ground myself. I quickly came around to the back and stopped in my tracks. Whoa.

The entire backyard was dirt. There were hills and mini jumps and tight corners. It would definitely make an excellent practice track. "How do you like it kid?" Dad asked, with an excited grin on his face.

"You out did yourself Dad," I said, giving him a one armed hug.

"Good," he said with a nod. "We can get back into training after school then," he said, clapping his hands together. I tried not to groan. That soon?

"Dad!" Erika called from inside the house.

"Come on, let's go inside," Dad said, throwing an arm over my shoulder and leading me in. "What do you need Princess?" he asked Erika.

"Where are we going to school? Because, I'm pretty sure Mom's wrong," she said, sounding slightly hysteric.

"La Push," Dad said easily.

I raised an eyebrow. "But isn't that school about fifteen minutes away? Why aren't we going to Fork's High School-it's only a couple blocks down," I said. We passed the tiny place minutes ago.

"Part of your training Ands," he said with a smile. "Follow me," he said, walking through the front of the empty house. I followed cautiously as Erika stormed behind me. We stepped outside and then into the small garage. "This is your ride to school," he said, reaching on the other side of an old lawn mower that the previous owner probably owned and pulled out…a mini racing bike.

"What?" I asked in a hollow monotone as Erika burst out laughing behind me.

"Your training; you're riding this to school," he said, setting the small black bike in front of me. The thing only came up to my mid thigh. "It's only two and a half miles away Andy, it's not a big deal," he said nonchalantly.

"But this thing is so small. I can't just ride my bike?" I asked hopefully.

"No, I'm modifying the engine right now-it shouldn't take long but you're riding that for a week," he said sternly. "You want to win, you're going to have to make some sacrifices."

"Sacrifice. Right," I said as Erika continued laughing behind me. Win, win, win; that's all anyone ever talks about.

Okay, hope you all like that. REVIEW! Tell me if I should continue it or just delete it.

Erika is one year younger than Andrea, just so you know. Erika's turning 17 and Andrea's turning 18.

Another thing; this story is a product of total and complete writer's block with every single one of my stories. It's pretty fricking ridiculous how this giant wall of confusion just popped up in my face when I tried to write something this weekend…it sucks.

I'm not discontinuing ANY of my stories so don't worry. I just need some time because softball just started and all that.

No updates for any of my stories until next Monday cuz I'm going to my Dad's-I can still type there so I'll have some fresh stuff next week for you. Don't worry!

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