Short prologue...same idea as the last Paul story, but different beginning. Any takers?

I usually ran because I wanted to get out of my house. My mother had remarried and had a baby, and as much as I loved my brother Brian, I could do without the crying at various long, uninterrupted intervals throughout the day.

Right now, I was also running to memorize the streets that I wouldn't be seeing for three months.

My mother's new husband Don and I got along just fine. He let me use the bathroom before him in the mornings, I put on coffee for him before work. We weren't close, but we had a good, semi-awkward yet polite relationship going.

And then they decided to go to New York for three months for Don's work. I worried how I'd manage being stuck with him and my mother in a place where I didn't know anybody. I was starting college in the Fall, and it didn't seem quite right that my Summer would end up this way.

So, my mother gave me one other option: to stay with my cousins in Forks.

Forks was the epitome of a small town. I knew it wouldn't be the most exciting Summer I'd ever had, but at least I'd be close enough to home, and I'd get to see Angela, who was my cousin turned one of my best friends since I was two years old.

And alright, I'd be missing my friends before they went away to school. And I didn't know anybody in Forks besides the Webers. And it'd be three months away from my mom and Brian.

But it was the only offer on the table. So I took it.

"I'm so glad you're here! Josh and Isaac wanted to come too, but I figured you'd appreciate a ride of rest, and not constant talking and fighting," Angela told me as we drove toward her house.

I laughed, knowing that her twin brothers could be a little too much to handle at one time.

"And it's a nice day. I don't want to brag, but I'm pretty sure it's because of me," I joked, looking out the window.

"I know! I'd almost forgotten what a blue sky looked like," Angela said with a smile.

"So thanks for driving to Seattle to pick me up. My mom left yesterday or else I would have made her do it," I said.

"Oh, it's no problem. Now I get to see you first!" Angela said.

I smiled. Angela was quite literally the nicest person I'd ever met. We share the same hair color and the same eyes, but she is ten times more selfless than I'd ever be. I had some sort of penchant for proving myself right…I think I inherited it from my father.

"How's Brian? I haven't seen him since he was born," Angela asked.

"Loud. All the time," I said with a shudder.

She laughed and gave me another grin before turning her attention to the now changing scenery.

"So this is La Push," Angela explained as we drove through a small town, with cliffs and deep blue water to our left.

"I have been here before," I reminded her, the landscape bringing up a dull reminder from my childhood.

"Not for four years!" she protested.

I laughed and she kept driving. It amazed me how clear the roads were here—I was used to much more crowded streets.

"We go to this beach sometimes, on rare days like today," Angela explained, pointing to the beach on our left.

"At night?" I asked.

"Yeah, we have a bonfire usually. It's pretty cool, we just hang out with each other. Sometimes these kids from La Push come too...they don't really mingle with us but…"

"But what?" I asked, looking at her curiously.

She didn't get to finish her sentence before there was a huge thud from outside, and then a few continuing flapping sounds. The car treaded oddly as Angela slowed the car to a stop. We both got out anxiously and looked around the perimeter of the car.

"Flat," Angela said sadly, kicking the useless right tire.

"You must've run over something," I said, biting my lip.

We stared at it for a few moments, as if expecting something to happen.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to change one?" I asked, looking at her hopefully.

" you?" she asked.

"My dad always said he'd teach me, but he never really got around to it," I said dully.

"Does your cell phone have reception?" she asked, pulling hers out of her pocket.

I dug mine from my jacket and looked down at the screen.

No bars.

"No luck," I said, shaking my head.

We stood by the car for a few moments, both thinking of what to do. No cars could be heard rattling from either direction, but there were some noises from the woods that were putting me on edge.

"Maybe it's a hunter who will magically appear and help us," Angela suggested as she saw me eyeing the trees.

"Or a bear that will magically appear and eat us," I said sarcastically.

She shoved my shoulder lightly and I smirked, but edged a little farther from the woods anyway.

"I guess we'll have to walk somewhere," I suggested.

"We are near some houses, I think…maybe someone could help us," Angela said.

I shrugged, zippering my jacket. Angela took the keys and locked the doors, pushing her glasses up her nose before reaching for my arm.

"So much for me bringing good luck," I mumbled.