Hiya! Okay so this is like my first (well second) fan fic so pleese go easy on meh! I do NOT own ANY twilight characters just Nita and Keanu and… well… everyone you haven't heard about! I'll try to post every week… or sooner! This first chapter MIGHT be a little slow but I have to introduce the situation and Nita first so bare with me till chapter two… that's all…. Wait! No….

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Love,

Your favorite author in training,

Gabby

I watched as the bright, colorful lights of the city sped out of view only to be replaced by misty, thick, green forests. I subconsciously fiddle my dad's old dog tags that hung loosely from my pale brown colored neck. [A/N: the pale brown color is also called Fallow. Wiki it.]

"You alright, sis?" Keanu asked turning to look at me from his shotgun seat.

"Of course she's alright," snapped my mother. Still, Keanu's light brown eyes did not leave my dark ones. I gave one small nod to my brother before turning to look out the backseat window, again.

Keanu let out a long, frustrated breath, and I didn't have to look to know that he was running a hand through his straight black hair that of-so-often got into his eyes. That was officially the end of that conversation. The most common topic for small-talk was about the weather but none of us went into that. In Washington it was almost always grey.

After a few more minutes in the car we finally reached our destination, La Push Rez. It was a decision made without me. A decision that we would move from Massachusetts to the secluded area of La Push, Washington. We left everything behind for this. A chance to start over, a fresh start, starting with the blue and white house that was now in front of me.

Keanu knocked on the car window interrupting my train of thought. I looked up at him with exasperated eyes. Seeing my silent question he motioned for me to follow. Sighing, I opened the door, got out, and slammed it. It was no secret that I didn't like this idea. At all. Keanu shot me a look that screamed, 'Please behave yourself.' I just rolled my eyes and stomped past him, my brown, curly-at-the-end hair gently blowing behind me by a soft breeze.

Once I reached the door I wasn't surprised that Keanu easily caught up to me.

"Ready?" he asked with his hand over the door knob.

No.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

No.

"Yes, now open the damn door already!"

He looked at me from the corner of his eye with smiling eyes, and gave a dramatic pause.

"C'mon!" I laughed.

Keanu chuckled and pushed open the door. Slowly we both walked in. I was only faintly aware of the door closing. From somewhere behind me Keanu mummerd, "Welcome home."

I didn't respond. I think it will take a while before I ever called it that.

On my way toward the stairs I caught a glimpse of my mother in the kitchen. She had a beer bottle in one hand, and her straight brown hair was tied in a messy bun. Her look was completed with sweats and she was looking out the window. My mom and I were never close but I know dad's death and moving back to her childhood town must be hard on her. Even though I didn't like her, I allowed myself to feel a little pity for her and then without looking back I continued my trek up the stairs.

Numbly, I continued to my new 'room' and cautiously opened the door afraid of what I would find. Though once I looked in I realized I shouldn't be. The walls were a faded beige color, with a closet, and a white vanity table and mirror, and on the other side of the room was a queen bed with white sheets, cream pillows and blankets. There was a bedside table with a vase of yellow roses in it. I kind of liked the theme. It was simple, and even more I loved the window even though a tree blocked some of the view.

My boxes were already next to my bed. Still dazed, I picked one up and plopped it on the bed, before opening it. In the box were some of my favorite things, mostly pictures of my dad, and my older brother Derek. Derek was twenty-four and my favorite brother but like my dad used to be, he was in Iraq. I just hoped he didn't end up having the same fate.

Slowly, I pulled out a picture of Derek in his army uniform and placed it on my bedside table along with a glass figurine of a wolf my dad gave me on my eighth birthday. I picked up a few more pictures. One with me and Derek laughing and covered in mud. It was one of my favorite memories. It was around August at Lake Ontario, where we rented a cabin.

Looking at the photograph, I crossed over to the other side of the room and placed it on the vanity table along with the other three pictures. One was when I was fourteen and Derek took me to a museum. I was bored out of my mind, I remember that. The other was the leave before dad died. We were at a beach by our home in Cape Cod. It was a cloudy day and the waves were violent, crashing on the surface, but it was nice. It wasn't often that dad came home. The third picture was of me and Keanu when we were little, and innocent. I think we were around five or six and it was taken on our first day at day care.

I went back over to my bed and folded the now empty box and threw it into the trash. The second box was bigger but three times lighter. Opening it up, I found all my clothes and folded them and hung them neatly in my closet.

I opened the third and last box, and found all my bathroom stuff. Luckily, in this house, I had my own bathroom connected to my room. I closed the box again and carried it over to the bathroom before putting it down on the white stone countertop. The bathroom was relatively small but had a shower on one end a countertop with a sink, a mirror and a toilet. The shower curtains were cream colored and the floor was made of a light tan wood.

Opening the cardboard box, I pulled out a mug that I placed next to the sink and putt my toothpaste and toothbrushes in. Along with shampoo and conditioner that I placed in the shower, and my brush that I put in one of the two drawers. Satisfied, I walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the clock.

It was only 5:30 but I think I could use a little nap. Not bothering to put on PJs I climbed into my bed and fell asleep.

[A/N: I know, a little boring but it'll get more interesting, by the next day I promise! For now, read on.]

_Next Day

The loud, metallic sound of my alarm clock woke me up. I have to say it was the first morning that I felt really great. The bed was just really comfy because I am not a morning person. There was a strange noise and it took me a second to realize it was a knock on the door.

"What?" I groaned. Cautiously, the door opened and Keanu's head peaked through.

"It's time to get up," he announced, "and a friend of mine is going to come pick us up."

"Friend? When'd you get any friends?" It sounded ruder than I meant it but seriously we haven't even been here for a day.

Keanu slightly smiled.

"I went into town after you fell asleep and met a few more locals."

I nodded. That made sense.

"Alright," I told him, "I'll get up."

Keanu smiled more widely showing a little of his teeth.

"You have ten minutes to get ready," he warned, "Though," he said looking me up and down, "It looks like you already did."

Following his gaze I looked down and groaned again. I fell asleep with my clothes on. Keanu chuckled and shut the door behind him. Defeated, I picked myself up and crossed the room toward the closet, to change into something different. I picked a maroon red long sleeve shirt and my favorite jeans, topped off with moccasins.

In the bathroom one look in the mirror told me my hair was going to be easy to manage today, and after running my brush through it I ran out of the bathroom, grabbed a black scarf, and headed out of my bedroom and down the stairs, and walked into the kitchen.

"Here you go."

My brother handed me a piece of toast and I gratefully accepted it.

"Your bags over there," he gestured with his head because he was washing dishes. I acknowledged it and turned back to him.

"Where's mom?" I asked but deep down I already knew.

"She went to Seattle for the week."

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. I felt traitorous tears begin to form and I stubbornly pushed them back, determined not to let her get to me.

"You alright?"

"Ya," I lied.

"Well good," he glanced at the clock and cursed. "We got to go. Grab your bag."

I walked over to my bag and swung it over one shoulder, and fallowed Keanu out the door.

Sure enough there was a Toyota right in front of our house. Keanu waved at however was in the driver's seat. We continued to the Toyota and the passenger seat's window rolled down.

The driver had a huge, happy grin on his face and dimples. He reminded me of a puppy. Keanu got in on the passenger side and I opened the back door and climbed in.

"Hi, I'm Seth," he introduced himself.

"Nita," I said warily with a nod.

"Seth is a senior, too," explained Keanu, "We have a few classes together."

"Who?" I asked half-heartedly. I didn't really care, I was a junior.

"Mr. Simpson, math, Mrs. Polly, history, and Mr. Jackson, P.E."

I nodded and looked out the window. We got our schedules in the mail a day before we left.

"You guys are really going to like it here," reassured Seth, "We even have a gang."

"Gang?" I piped up. That was the most interesting news I've heard.

Seth laughed.

"Nope. Just seeing if you were paying attention."

"Oh." I said disappointed.

"Don't be so disappointed," scolded Keanu and Seth laughed again, and the car stopped.

"Why'd the car stop?" I asked worriedly.

"Because we're here."

I looked out the window and sure enough, there was La Push High.

"That fast?" I asked more to myself, and it was to quite for anyone to hear.

"Yup, everything's spitting difference away," Seth answered. We almost anyone.

I didn't realize the two boys got out of the car until Keanu asked, "You coming Nita?"

"Ya," I called back to him and hopped out of the car. I was warily walked toward the school, into the building, and to my new locker. Turning my code, I put my discarded notebooks and binders into the cold metal storage.

"Hi," a girly voice came from my right. I moved my locker door so I could see who it came from.

"I'm Sarah Archer,' the girl said holding out her hand and I shook it. Sarah had short curly hair that barely reached her shoulders and she was the same 5"7 height as me. Her skin had a little more golden-ness to it, though.

"Nita."

"I know."

I must have looked at her funny because she hurriedly tried to correct herself stumbling over her words a little.

"I meant, it's a sm-small town-n and we don't get a-lot of new people—"

"It's all right," I reassured her, laughing.

"Good," she breathed, "Who's you first class?"

"Jenkins, English."

"I do to!" she squealed. I smiled at her.

"Well," she decided, "I better catch you up on everything La Push. See that girl over there?" I fallowed to where she was pointing. A girl who must have been around 5"4 was scribbling something in her notebook, her straight hair tied back in a low ponytail.

"Ya."

"Her name's Mira. She's a freshman and, like, the smartest kid in this entire school."

I nodded, impressed. Just then two tall girls walked to a locker close to Mira.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"The tall one that's sort of pale? That's Jennifer Birmingham. And her follower's name is Liz Malik."

The way Sarah said their names it was obvious that there was little respect there. I'd have to ask for the scoop later.

"Not your type?" I joked.

Sarah barked out a laugh, "No, but her boyfriend over there is." She nodded to some guys down the hall, and my jaw dropped open. The guys were hot. Like really hot. And they looked like they could be body builders.

"Which ones that?" I asked gesturing to one with cropped black hair, and russet skin. He wasn't the strongest guy there but he looked close. Sarah giggled.

"Ya, that's Jennifer's boyfriend. Brady." She giggled again. Almost as if hearing his name Brady looked over at us and his hazel eyes caught mine. Almost imminently I felt a warmth spread through me and my belly irrupted into a million butterflies which was not normal behavior for me. I quickly looked away and the bell saved me for any further embarrassment.

"C'mon," urged Sarah. She linked arms with me, and we started walking to class when a male voice interrupted us.

"Sarah!"

"That's Collin," Sarah whispered to me, "act cool."

I could tell she liked him and we both turned around. I was surprised to see Brady behind Collin and my heart jumped in my chest. Only a little.

"Can we walk with you?" asked Collin with the silliest smile on his face and I bit my lip from laughing. It took every ounce of my being not to look and see what Brady was doing, or if he was looking at me.

"Uh…" Sarah stuttered, and I elbowed her in the side.

"Uh… ya," Sarah quickly regained herself, "Sure! This is Nita."

"Hi," I said and smiled my Mona Lisa smile I was oh-so famous for at my old school.

"Hi," Collin said at the same time Brady did. I smiled a little more at hearing Brady's voice. Even if it was covered by Collins it was still deep, and husky, and absolutely mesmerizing from the first syllable to the last. Yup, I got that from one word.

"Are you single?" asked Collin, abruptly, with a quick glance I almost missed, to Brady. Sarah gave a nervous laugh. I raised my eyebrows and fingered the dog tags around my neck.

"It's complicated," I replied after a pause, still recovering from the butterflies Brady gave me. I didn't like to talk about Max. There was no need getting into more heartbreak now.

"So…" This time it was Sarah who spoke.

"Curiosity killed the cat," was all I answered, scrunching up my face, "and we are going to be late to class if we don't at least try to walk."

It was an obvious turn of the conversation but I really didn't want to get into my faulty taste of guys just yet. Sarah started to say something but I cut her off.

"Let's go."

Seeing my expression she nodded. I turned back to Collin and Brady who haven't said anything since Collin first asked that question. Collin was looking at me with open curiosity and confusion, and more than a little worry, while Brady had a unfathomable expression on his face.

"Later."

And with that I spun around and dragged Sarah in the direction of the class room.

A few seconds later I heard footsteps behind me, and I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough both boys were only a step behind us. At seeing Brady behind me a new round of butterflies fluttered in my chest like a merry-go-round all the while me I heart rate speeding up. Almost as if he could tell, Brady's smile turned into a gorgeous smirk.

"How'd you get here so fast?"

Both Collin and Brady looked surprised that I asked that question and Brady's smug smirk disappeared. It wasn't long before Collin started stammering.

"I… uh… we…uh…"

"We were right behind you," Brady lied smoothly.

_BPOV_ [A/N: I won't be using Brady's POV a lot but I had an idea of what he was thinking and had to right it]

"You're lying," Nita accused in that unique voice she had, narrowing her deep brown eyes. She reminded me of a polar bear. Warm and loving one minute than hostile and ferocious the next. When she was happy everyone subconsciously moved toward her, but when she was angry, like now, her voice was as cold and hard as the ice the bears live on. When she was sad, like when Collin brought up if she was single, she was alone and fighting for survival on the cold frontier.

_NPOV_ [A/N: Back to Nita's point of view. I know it was really deep, and probably not what Brady would be thinking, at least not on that level. It was just a thought that I wanted to fit in somewhere. Just saying though, that "Nita" actually means Bear.]

"Whatever," I muttered, letting it go.

I didn't like people lying to me. It was a pet peeve of mine. I may be a lot of things but loyalty is very important to me. Sighing, and not waiting for him to answer me I finished pulling Sarah into the English classroom and sat down with Sarah just as the bell rang. Trying not to be as aware as I actually was I noticed Collin and Brady sit in the back of the class with an arm around Jennifer Birmingham. Almost, imminently I felt a unreasonable pang in my chest, and tore my eyes away and back to the teacher. Stupid, damn, heart. Sometimes even I don't make sense. My English teacher turned to face us.

"Class," she said, "welcome to junior year."

Okay, so what did you think? And please feedback on the characters so I can make a few tweaks if I have to! I know, a little slow start but it'll get better.

Kayso, I know that Brady's POV was like REALLY deep and he probably wasn't thinking EXACTLY that but I wanted to fit that little description somewhere. Please tell meh, if you want me to switch the POVs other than Nita's and I promise to make it more normal than I did. Not as deep

Who's Max?

How will Brady's girlfriend affect Nita?

What happened between Jennifer and Sarah?

Why is Collin acting like a love sick puppy?

Why is Brady being so quite? And because I'm nice…. I'll answer that one.

A: Brady is being quite, which I assure you is not normal, he is capable of caring out a long conversation, is because he doesn't know what to think about Nita when he already has a GF. No matter how shitting she actually is.

OH! I think I just gave away a little! Oh, well. Review and you might get a preview.

-Gabby