New Story! I was reading "Art of Imprinting" by The Orgasmic Uke (again) and got inspired to type up a new story. This one is Jacob/OMC. YAY! And it's set during Eclipse, so that's fun. Ok, let's go into the basics, shall we?

Story Summary: Tristan Davis just moved to Forks after his parents' deaths. He moves to Forks to live with his cousin, Allie, and her fiancee, Matt. After getting settled, he explores the town, where he meets Jacob Black. He is soon sucked up into the world of mystical creatures; the battle between vampires and werewolves.

Chapter Summary: Tristan moves to Forks in hope of starting off fresh after the cancerous death of his mother, Nadia, and his father, Victor's, suicide. He now lives with his cousin, Allie, and her fiancee, Matt. He settles into his new home in the only way he knows how; exploring his new environment.

Main Pairings: Jacob/OMC, Edward/Bella, Mike/Jessica, Angela/Eric, and so on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but I wish I did, because I would never have recasted the role of Victoria to some random woman from the last Terminator movie...

A/N: The story will be told from my OC's point of view, as always. Definite AU and possibly some OOC. If there is, tell me so that I can fix it a bit.

Time to start, I suppose. Enjoy, and don't forget to review! =)

TWILIGHT

As I exited the plane from San Francisco to Forks, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the feeling of uneasiness wash over me. I mean, I was starting a whole new life not a month after my parents' deaths. How can I recover from cancer and suicide? I could feel the tears in the back of my eyes start to form, but I quickly pushed them back as I saw a wisp of my cousin, Allie, near the gate's entry.

"Wow, kid. You grew up." Allie teased lovingly, pulling me into a tight hug. "I missed you."

"Hey, Alls. Missed you, too." I felt my heart stop as I realized how much she resembled my mother. The same black hair, the same chocolate brown eyes. I swear, she looked like a younger twin, or something. Then, I noticed a figure towering over her.

"Tristan, you remember my fiancee, Matt." She pulled back from our embrace and fell into Matt's. "Matt, I'm sure you remember him, too."

"Hey, Buddy." Matt greeted, reaching out his hand to give me a firm handshake. "Glad you're here."

After a few moments of awkward silence, we made our way to the airport parking lot, where their cobalt blue Ford Focus was.

The entire way, I couldn't help but gaze out the window, my thoughts referring back to wonderful memories of my mother and father. How she burnt almost everything she cooked and how he used to break everything he used. Sure, we were a dysfunctional family, but a family none the less. Or at least I thought we were. After my mother died of breast cancer, my father didn't view us as a family anymore. Instead, he decided life wasn't worth living anymore and took his own life using nothing but a box knife. I'll never forget coming home from school one day, seeing his body laying lifelessly on the kitchen floor.

I felt a tear stream down my cheek and brushed it away. I put it in the back of my mind and pulled out my camera from one of my bags and snapped a quick photo of the scenery outside the window as it started to rain. As the picture printed itself, I noticed something weird about it. There was a copper and red streak in between a few trees. I examined it more and made out a wolf form. Impossible, though. It had to be huge if it were true. Must be some printing problem. I continued to gaze out of the window, hoping to see that streak reappear.

It was no lie that Forks was absolutely beautiful. Maybe not to some, but I saw it. I'm the type of person that enjoys the rain and cloudy weather. I'm not really sure why, but I've always loved it. I'm not much of a sun person.

"Hey, Tristan," Allie started, pulling me out from my thoughts, "We're finally here."

We pulled into the driveway of a quaint, two-story house. It's walls were a crimson color and was speckled with a white trim around all the doors and windows.

"Your room is up there." Matt pointed to the second floor where a wide window was. Blinds covered the inside of the room, so the rest was still a surprise.

Matt and Allie led me to my room, Matt carrying some of my bags while I carried the majority. I walked into a beige room with hardwood flooring. I had a computer desk in a pocket of walls near my closet. My bedspread was a blood red that matched the outside of the house perfectly. It was a nice size, perfect for me.

"Wow, this is amazing you guys." I said as I plopped the bags onto the bed, making it creak slightly. "Thanks again for letting me stay with you." I felt sadness rush back as the thoughts of why I was really here flooded my head. I kept it from surfacing, though, as I kept a grateful smile on my face.

"You know we have no problem with that, Tristan." Allie said as she wrapped her slanky arms around the frame of her fiancee.

"Yeah, it'll be great." Matt reassured, his pine green eyes somewhat gleaming.

They left me to unpack, and I quickly put away all of my clothes. I set up my laptop at the computer desk and plugged it into the nearest outlet to charge. When I was done, I closed my closet door and saw a spot of green and gray on my bed. I quickly recognized it as the picture I had taken on the way here. I found some tape and posted it onto the wall behind my bed. I sighed deeply as I thought how it probably wouldn't be so bad. I mean, I could be anybody I want here, right? Maybe I don't have to be the guy who liked guys...period. Maybe I could be the guy who likes photography and music, and who coincidentally liked guys.

"Tristan, come downstairs. We have a surprise for you!" my cousin called from the bottom of the stairwell. I made a confused look at nothing specific and headed out my bedroom door and down the flight of carpeted stairs.

Matt and Allie were waiting outside, the front door wide opening, awaiting my arrival. They were smiling uncontrollably, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Umm...what's going on, weirdos?"

"Call us weirdos again and you don't get your gift, nerd." Allie teased. My eyes lit up at the thought of a gift. You know, something to cheer me up. Maybe it was a new jacket or something like that.

"Here." Matt said before tossing me something, making a jingle as it hit my hands. I loosened my grasp on the foreign object in my palm and stared at it in disbelief.

"Your new car is across the street." Matt said, smiling at my reaction. Allie gestured to the black Saturn Ion parked on the other side of the road, near a path leading through the woods. I stood there, my mouth agape.

"Oh, my God. You guys, this is fucking unbelievable! Thank you so much!" I thanked as I hugged Allie furiously and awkwardly thanked Matt.

"Now, you don't have to wake us up in the morning when you go to school, which starts in a week, by the way. You made it just in time for the start of your Senior year." Allie informed me, leading us all back into the house.

"Fun...hey, mind if I get a feel for the town?" I asked, stopping to wait for my answer.

"Go ahead. Just be home by six. We're going to a neighbor's house for dinner; Charlie Swan." Matt said, taking a step into their house. I nodded and walked across the street and into my car. I got so excited just starting it up. It was so incredible to hear the sound of your own car starting up. I sighed gratefully and drove off.

TWILIGHT

I got out of my car and turned the alarm on, making it chirp. I decided to check out the downtown area; Port Angeles. There wasn't much on this street, though. A couple of restaurants, a few stores, and a movie theater. I decided to buy myself that jacket that I needed and went into one of the stores around the corner.

I opened the door, and a bell chimed, announcing my entrance. There were a couple of people there, browsing through the selection of clothing they had.

I decided to just buy a regular black jacket, trying it on in front of one of the mirrors near the changing rooms. I looked over the jacket and stared blankly at myself. I stared at my average build, I stared at my chestnut brown hair, and I stared at my sad brown eyes. I couldn't help but feel the need to cheer up, so I decided to buy myself that jacket and went to go see a movie.

The movie wasn't that bad. Funny and entertaining, definitely my type of film. As I walked out of one of the theaters, I disposed of my empty bag of popcorn. I glanced up and saw a girl with dark hair and glasses walk toward me.

"Hi. I'm Angela." she greeted, her friends standing not too far behind her. "We were just wondering if you were the new Senior at the high school..."

"Umm...yeah...?"

"Oh. Great! Do you want to hang out with us. You know, so you know a few kids going into school next week." I nodded gratefully as Angela led me to her friends. "That's Jessica, Mike, and my boyfriend, Eric." They all greeted me warmly, a small smile on each of their faces. Jessica was a short girl with light brown hair that was pulled back by a pink and white headband. She seemed somewhat snooty, though. But then again, maybe I shouldn't judge too quickly. Mike was the exact opposite, though. He had blonde hair and was quite a bit taller than her. He actually looked a lot friendlier. And then there was Eric, Angela's boyfriend. He had jet black hair, almost down to his chin. I could kind of already tell he was the clown of the group.

"So, you're the new kid." Jessica started, looking me up and down. "I was expecting somebody taller." Gee, thanks girl I just met. Insult me with the first thing that comes out of your mouth, why don't ya?

"Uhh...k..." I wasn't exactly sure how to respond without insulting her back, so I just kept my mouth shut about that.

"What's your name, anyways?" Mike asked me curiously, his bright blue eyes looking right at me.

"Tristan. Uhh...Davis. Tristan Davis." I said, smiling meekly at how nervous I was around them. They were friendly and all, but I wasn't exactly the best at meeting new people. I'm somewhat shy, but I'm definitely trying to change that. I mean, I need to in order to make friends here. A new life calls for a new me.

"Well, come on. We'll take you out to lunch, our treat." Angela said as she left my side and walked over to hug her boyfriend warmly. Then, I noticed that Jessica and Mike were holding hands. Seemed like everybody was coupled off besides me.

"That's okay...I mean, I don't want to be the fifth wheel or anything like that." I responded shyly, gazing down at absolutely nothing as my eyes scattered across the floor of the movie theater.

"Oh, don't worry about that. You won't feel like it. Trust us." Jessica said. Yeah...because you make it sound so incredibly reassuring as you gaze up at Mike like that. I can tell that she was totally in love with him, but he didn't seem all that interested. He seemed more like the relationship kind, and without one, he'd have to scramble for the closest girl that would take him...ergo Jessica.

"Anyways, I kind of have to get back. I'm going over a neighbor's house for dinner or something. My cousin planned it, so..."

"Oh, that's too bad. Hey, who's your neighbor?" Eric asked, slightly curious.

"Umm...Carley Swan or something like that..." I responded, having trouble remembering the name due to all the excitement at the time that it was said.

"Oh, Charlie Swan." Angela corrected me, smiling at me. "He's a good guy. Chief of police and all. He has a daughter our age, too. Bella."

"Yeah," Mike started, looking rather disappointed by something, "We all used to hang with her, but then she kind of left us for another group. Now she hands with her creepy boyfriend and his family; The Cullens."

"Yeah, apparently they're all adopted by Dr. and Mrs. Cullen, but ever since they came here, they've all been together. Like...together, together." Jessica informed, a look of slight disgust upon her sharp features.

"Well, they're not related, so it's not like it's even that big of a deal..." I mumbled, my gaze still finding the floor the most interesting thing in the entire building.

"Yeah, but still...it's weird." Jessica stated, sounding slightly annoyed at my response to her thoughts.

"Alright, well...see you guys at school...or...something..." I said, waving them off as I walked out of the theater.

TWILIGHT

"Hey, I'm back." I called as I walked through the front door, sliding my keys down one of my side pockets on my pants. I went back upstairs to check out the directions to the high school. I searched 'Forks High Schools' and two schools popped up. Forks High School, obviously, and some other school by some 'La Push' scene...I don't know... "Hey, Alls?" I called out loudly, "can you come in here for a sec, please?"

After a few moments, she walked into my room, looking somewhat concerned about something. "Yeah, what's up?"

"How come I'm going to Forks High? There seems to be a school closer to the house in the opposite direction." I asked, slightly confused, yet curious as to why that was. I mean, it'd be a lot easier if it were closer to just go there.

"Oh, that one is kind of a private school. They don't let just anybody in." Allie informed me as she scrolled down the school's website. "Actually, Charlie's best friend's son goes there. Maybe Charlie might know something about it if you want to try and go there. I mean, it is closer, right?"

"Nah," I exclaimed, "I don't want to go if it's going to be some snooty little private school. I've had enough snootiness for one day, thank you." I said, remembering back to Jessica and her attitude toward me and everybody else she hasn't known for years. Allie just chuckled at me, not knowing what I meant by what I had said.

"Alright, well get ready. We're leaving in about half an hour." she said as she walked across my room to my bedroom door. "And you might want to shower. You smell like fake butter and licorice." she teased as she turned the corner, into the hallway leading down to her and Matt's room. I grinned lightly and grabbed some clean clothes before heading across the hall to the only bathroom with a shower.

TWILIGHT

"So, you're Tristan. I heard a lot of good things about you." Charlie Swan greeted me as he gestured for the three of us to enter his house. It was a modest-sized home. Perfect for just him and his daughter. "This is my daughter, Bella." he introduced, pointing at a slightly pale girl with deep brown hair and mud brown eyes. She looked tired, like she had been working all day or something like that.

"Hi," she greeted shyly, waving at me with one, single motion, pursing her lips together. My cousin, her fiancee, and the chief of police all left to talk in the family room to the left of the front door, leaving Bella and I to awkwardly talk to each other.

"So..." I said uncomfortably, shifting from foot to foot nervously.

"So...Umm...err...do you go to Forks High?" Bella asked as we walked to the kitchen.

"Uhh...yeah. Just moved here...California." I informed her as I sat myself down on one of the chairs that were placed around the white dining table.

"Oh, cool. I bet the weather sucks compared to there."

"Not really. I'm more of a rainy, gray and gloomy weather type of guy, you know?" I said, gesturing with my hands. "You?"

"Mm...not so much..." she said, quickly losing all momentum of the start to a conversation. Luckily, we were saved by the other three joining me and Bella at the table. Bella served us all, which felt a little weird. I feel weird with people doing stuff for me like that.

TWILIGHT

"Ugh..."I groaned loudly as we entered the house. "Never take me to that house again without a gun to my head, would ya?" I exclaimed, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a chilled bottle of water out of the fridge.

"Come on, it wasn't that bad." Matt chuckled lightly while putting his and Allie's coat into the hall closet near the front door.

"Are you kidding? It was incredibly awkward when you guys just left me there with some girl I don't know. I mean, we couldn't even get through a proper conversation without it ending uncomfortably." I complained, taking a quick sip from the plastic container in my hands. "I need to do something. I think I'm going to take my camera and explore some more." I said before rushing upstairs to grab my camera, my professional one. The other was just for quick artwork. This one involved time and effort...and a laptop to do all that kind of work for me.

I walked back down that staircase and exited through the front door, locking it behind me. I got into my new car and as I reached over to put on my seat belt when I saw the path leading through the woods. I decided to explore through it, grabbing a flashlight out of the house before returning to the entrance to the deep set of trees that might even go on for miles.

After about half an hour, I started to hear the crash of waves and I started to smell the ocean. I smiled, knowing I must have been close to the shore. Sure enough, past a few more pairs of thick trunk trees I saw a clearing of the shore, the waves clashing into the billions upon billions grains of sand. I snapped a quick picture, making sure to get a couple of tree branches into the shot. I looked over my shot on the camera and noticed that I didn't just take a picture of the beach and a few wooden branches, but of a guy. He was just standing there, staring out into the ocean. Out into the full moon that clung to the sheet of night, speckled with bright stars, some dull, some flickering furiously.

I didn't want to disturb the guy, so I decided to head back into the woods. As I did, I heard a branch snap from underneath my feet. I winced, hoping he was too deep into thought to even hear it. No such luck, though. He swiftly turned toward me.

"Hello?" he had called out questioningly, his voice a deep rumble compared to the soft sound of the waves crashing amongst the shoreline. I stepped out from behind a tree and smiled at him nervously.

"Sorry...I didn't know anybody would be here." I said apologetically as I pursed my lips awkwardly. He just kind of gazed over at me, his eyes locked onto mine. My heart fluttered slightly, but I ignored it.

"That's...umm...that's alright. I mean...public place and everything, right?" he chuckled nervously, his entire body now facing me. Wow, he was unbelievably tall. Well over six feet.

"Right...well, I'm gonna..." I started, gesturing back at the path leading into the woods.

"Oh, you don't have to. I mean, I could go if you want..." he offered, sounding slightly disappointed.

"No, really. It's fine." I chuckled lightly, my eyes now looking over his bare torso. Not only was he tall, but he was incredibly built. Six-pack and everything! "You were here first. Only fair that you get to stay here rather than me. I was just exploring, anyway." I continued, my hands now deep in my hoodie pockets, fiddling with a nonexistent item that was buried inside them. "New here and all..."

"From where?" he blurted out swiftly, grinning slightly.

"Umm...California." I informed him, slowly moving down the small hill that separated the forest and the beach.

"Nice...warm weather, short-sleeved shirts. It's a luxury compared to here."

"I don't know, I kind of like it here. The rain was always kind of peaceful to me." We were now just a few feet away from each other and I had to crane me neck up quite a bit just to meet his eyes.

"Yeah, it can do that sometimes." Then, he looked toward the forest as if he were being called, but the only noise was the body of water we were so close to. "Umm...I have to go. I just realized how late it was." he smiled apologetically, his hand rubbing the back of his jet black hair.

"Oh..." I was disappointed and felt a tinge of hurt. "Alright. Nice meeting you." I said truthfully before starting my way back to the open region of the forest that lead back to the path.

"Hey, what's your name, anyways?" he asked me, sounding somewhat rushed.

"Tristan. You?" I asked curiously, now facing him once again.

"Jacob." he smiled in a friendly manner. I turned back around and went down the path leading back to my new home.

I stumbled down the path, tripping over a few things that I didn't initially catch with my flashlight, but I never fell. Luckily, I made it back home without doing so. It was late, so I quietly slipped through the door and put the flashlight back. I made my way up to my room, closing my bedroom door behind me, and took out my camera and plugged it into my laptop to upload my pictures. Up came the only picture I took; the one of Jacob. I clicked 'print' and gently took the freshly printed paper and posted it onto the back of my bed, where my other picture was pinned up. I smiled fondly at the scene. It was truly beautiful. It was just the wave-stricken shore, the moonlight rippling through the dips in the water. And there he was, his silhouette barely noticeable. His features were gently bathed in moonlight.

I quickly felt stupid for even taping up a picture of a guy I just met onto my bedroom wall and crumpled the page up and threw it into the trash bin near my desk. I sighed deeply and plopped onto my bed, the sudden feel of exhaustion overwhelming me. I got dressed into a pair of loose, gray sweats and lay on my bed. I slowly closed my eyes into slumber, but the image of my parents quickly made it's way into my thoughts. I just lay there, my eyes wide open, before I suddenly started sobbing heavily. It was too much, to lose both of my parents like that. What was even worse was that one of them was by choice, but I missed them equally, the memories of them taking over all other thoughts. I felt the stream of tears rush down both sides of my face as I reminisced silently. The only noise that could be heard was a random intake of air every now and then to suppress full-out, fetal-position, ramblings-of-nothing-in-particularly-coherent, sobbing.

I've cried myself to sleep every night since the death of my mother, and even harder after the suicide of my father, so this was nothing new I was experiencing. It's just that every time I close my eyes, there they are, staring back at me lovingly in whatever random memory of them I managed to conjure up. The pain was great enough to lose one parent, but to lose both? It was completely unbearable. Yet here I was, bearing it like nothing ever happened. It's the only thing I could manage without showing how torn up I was about all of it, and I didn't need anybody trying to comfort me and saying that everything would be okay, because I knew that it wouldn't...not without them.

TWILIGHT

So what'd you guys think? Too angsty? Too unrealistic? Let me know what you think and if I should continue =) Review please!