A/N: Welcome, welcome, welcome to my new story. It is the second in my Chronicles of the Imprinted Series so if you haven't read the first one entitled "First is the Sweetest" my Kim and Jared story then what are you doing here? Go to my porfile and read it silly! Lol anyway you guys will find that Rachel is not as sweet as Kim, in fact this chick is seriously crazy. Hope you enjoy.

Rachel (21 in 2007) and Paul (17 in 2007)

Rachel's POV

Ahh La Push, the love and bane of my existence. I chuckled at my dramatic musings. It was summer vacation and I was finally headed back home. I had tried to avoid it but I felt guilty because I knew my dad really missed me as did my brother Jake. To be honest I missed them too. I felt bad but it was so hard for me to be there in that house with memories of my mom. I missed her so much. I sighed and parked in front of the house. I inhaled quickly and stepped out of the car. The door opened and I see this huge guy run out.

"RACHHH!" he yelled and scooped me up in his arms. I tried to scream but he knocked the breath out of me. As I fought to stay conscious I heard my dad chuckle from the porch.

"Jake put her down. I don't think she can breathe," he said.

"Oh sorry," he said quickly and released me. I almost fell over but he grabbed my arms and steadied me. I looked up to study his face. I recognized Jake immediately but instead of looking like my 17 year-old younger brother he looked more like a 25 year-old man. His boyish features were gone showing harsh planes and angles. I also realized I was craning my neck and he had to be at least 6'6 to my 5'5.

"Jake?" I questioned. "Wow." I was speechless and he laughed. I reached my hands up to touch his face.

"You're freaking huge! What the hell happened?" I asked and then decided I didn't care. I threw my arms around his waist and squeezed him for all I was worth. He laughed and hugged me back gently this time. I let him go and ran over to my dad and hugged him.

"Daddy," I said burying my face in his neck. "I missed you." I whispered trying not to tear up.

"I missed you too Rach," he said and I could hear the emotion clogging up his voice as well. I stayed there for another minute and then pulled back.

"Well enough with all this mushy stuff. Hey, Jolly Green Giant can you help me get my stuff out the car?" I asked.

"There's the Rachel we all know and love," Jake said sarcastically and my dad laughed.

"Gosh Jake I'm gone for a year and you just shoot up! What have you been feeding him dad?" I asked. My dad smiled but he quickly changed the subject. Hmmm suspicious but I decided not to push it. I would find out eventually. My two guys weren't very good at keeping secrets for me.

"Speaking of food, I'm starving," Jake said carrying my three huge bags as if they weighed next to nothing. We went in the house and I cooked dinner while I talked to dad and Jake in the kitchen.

"Jake I can't believe you cut your hair," I said. He smiled sheepishly and ran his fingers through his cropped hair.

"No I like it," I said encouragingly. "I just can't get over how different you look. The girls must be all over you!" I said jokingly. He laughed too but not before I saw a shadow pass over his eyes. I glanced questioningly at my dad and he shook his head slightly. Okaayy. Something weird is definitely going on here. Maybe I should come home more often.

"Oook. Well dinner's ready," I announced. Jake bounded over to the stove and piled giant piles of food onto his plate. My eyes got big at how he immediately began to wolf it down. "That's actually kind of gross Jake."

"Take it as a compliment to your exemplary cooking skills," he said with a mouthful of food. I laughed and fixed my dad and me considerably smaller plates.

Later on that night I unpacked my things and looked around my room. It was still the exact same as if no one had been in here since I left. I sighed and took my long hair out of the ponytail and massaged my scalp like to soothe myself. I went over to my drawer and pulled out a picture of my mom, my sister Rebecca, and Jake when he was a baby. I smiled to myself and traced her face. We each got a piece of our mom. Jake had her eyes, Becca had her smile, and I had her hair. Thick and wavy with a slight curl. Of course I thought it looked better on her but dad assured me that I looked beautiful too. I also had the paler skin of my mother and high cheek bones with big brown eyes. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I missed her so much. I don't think the pain ever lessened I just learned to ignore it better. I felt worse for Jake who never really got the chance to know her. He was so young when she died. I heard a knock on the door and quickly hid the picture again.

"Come in," I said hoping my voice sounded normal. My dad rolled in and smiled.

"I'm so glad you're home," he said. I smiled.

"Yeah me too dad," I said. "So how have you guys been? I mean what's going on with Jake?" I asked. He looked away.

"There's nothing wrong. He's just going through teenage stuff and a really big growth spurt." I laughed at that.

"I guess he's been eating his wheaties," I said. We stared at each other for a second and laughed as we heard Jake's loud snores coming from the next room.

"Anyway sweetheart, get some sleep. We'll talk more tomorrow," he said. I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Night daddy," I said. He smiled and rolled out of the room. I closed the door behind him and took off my clothes and threw on a sports bra and some shorts. I lay down and sighed inhaling the familiar smell of the house. Before I knew it I was sleep.

So what do you think? Rachel's going to find our sooner or later about the wolves, what's she gonna do? Weiver guys! Let me know what you think!