Que Quowle.

Enter Aliyah Martin's life as she stands beside her best friend—now current boyfriend—as he struggles to maintain his anger and protect the people of La Push, while dealing with Aliyah's problems, and Bella Swan along the way.


1. 01

The doors opened with a swish and Taylor and I walked out of the movie theater, our friend Quil following along behind. The street lights had been out for a while now, and there was only a slight pink haze in the far outcast.

Two years ago, my family, the Martin's, moved down into La Push to be closer to some family members. La Push is a small region of land almost an island unto itself on the northern west cost of Washington’s most westerly peninsula that does not come under the rule of any municipality and are free from taxes of any kind. La Push is a picturesque place with natural landscape and beauty. It is also famous for cliff diving and surfing.

La Push is part of the community, Quileute tribe, the northern western Native American tribe of North America of Indian Reservation and has lived here for thousands of years and manages the whole place themselves.

I admired La Push; I personally thought it was a beautiful sight. There was something always new in La Push, new's was carried around quickly. So, when my Grandmere announced to the town that her daughter and twins would be arriving in La Push, it wasn't much of a surprise to have a large majority of people there to welcome us.

From the beginning, they had made Taylor and I feel welcome. Quil—along with our two other friends Embry and Jacob—had knocked on our door, first thing the morning after we arrived, offering to show us around.

Taylor wasn't one for being with people, I wasn't either but I didn't want to be rude. Most would say that I was better friends with the three then Taylor himself.

But about a month ago, Embry started to get sick, running a constant fever and losing his temper. Not on anyone directly, but sometimes he just would have these random tantrums.

Then, he missed school for a day. A day turned into a week, then well over two weeks later, Embry returned to school, hair cut short, massively tall and built. Instead of coming over to Taylor, Quil, Jacob and I, like we'd expected, he jogged over to two other boys whom I really didn't know.

We didn't bother inviting Embry to the movies; and when we called and asked if Jacob wanted to tag along, he said that he already had plans to go with Bella and her friends.

Turned out, it was only Bella and a friend. The other boy looked absolutely small, and terrified next to Jacob, considering the height and muscle gain Jacob had attained. And as we were leaving, the boy looked awful, sweaty, and slightly green but still pale.

Jacob himself didn't look to well, not only physically, but emotionally. He and Bella were seated outside on a bench, and he looked torn between something. I had the urge to comfort my friend, but didn't want to ruin anytime he was having with his first love.

I was very happy for Jacob, that he'd found that part of happiness. He deserved that much, maybe not her, but nevertheless, he deserved it.

“That movie was awesome!” Said Quil; a little more animatedly then I had anticipated. He moved his arms in circular motions, and smiled the whole time he was speaking.

"I know! Did you see the ending car crash?! Perfection, man!" Taylor sighed dramatically, putting a hand on his forehead.

"You boys dragged me to see something ridiculous." I inquired, poking Quil in the armpit as he stretched to put his arm around my shoulders.

"It was not ridiculous!" Taylor barked, leaning against the sliver truck.

"Yes, it was," I said calmly, yawning.

"Uh-huh." Quil said, turning to jog to the other side of the truck. He slowed his pace and looked over sourly, "Oh, don't look now." He grumbled, looking back in the direction of the farther end of the parking lot.

I turned to look in the direction he was avoiding and saw a group of boys standing menacingly next to each other. None of them were wearing shirts. Amongst those boys I saw Embry Call standing with his arms crossed over his recently muscular chest; his eyes focused in my direction.

"He's still one of us, guys." I said quietly, wanting nothing more then to confront him.

Was one of us.” Quil corrected and I pursed my lips. “The stupid traitor.”

Against my better will, I walked over, ignoring my older brothers protests, along with Quil's threats. "Turn around now, Aliyah, or we'll leave you here!"

"It's my car, Quil." I stated simply, then turned back into the face of the bare chest.

I looked up, and exhaled roughly, "Hey, Emb." I said coolly.


"Dude, who's the chick?" A member of the group asked, walking forward a little.

"Her name's Aliyah, Paul." I realized that the one named Paul was one of the two that Embry walked to in the school parking lot with the morning he returned.

"She's kind of cute." Embry stiffened at his words, and rolled his eyes.

"What?" He barked down at me. I moved back slightly, upset that Embry was being so harsh with me.

"Embry, you don't call, or pick up the phone. You never want to talk, so whether you like this or not, I'm just going to say it, because those two pussies over there, and the one in a car with Bella somewhere, can't." He cocked an eyebrow, and I shifted uncomfortably under the other figures watchful glares, "We miss you."

Embry's sharp gaze softened. It was easy to tell, he missed us too. Embry bit his lip timidly, preparing to say something then thought better of it. “I can’t.” He dropped his head. “It’s too complicated.” I was just about to argue when I heard someone call Embry’s name. The two of us turned to see the tallest boy—man, rather, calling Embry back. “I have to go.” He said without looking at me. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his cut-off jeans and walked away. They all looked at me, one last time before walking into the La Push forest.

“Traitor!” snapped Quil once I returned to them. “I can’t believe you!"

"Oh, shut it Quil." I said harshly, running a hand through my obnoxiously thick hair.

"Let's just get home, 'kay guys?" Taylor asked, obviously trying to make peace.

"Yeah—Hey Aliyah, you look kinda tired." Quil said, helping me from stumbling to the side like a drunk person.

The sudden heaviness of the last five minutes washed over me. "Yeah, maybe just a little."

"Want me to drive?" Taylor asked, his eyes shining brightly for a moment.

"I'm not that tired." I said quietly, pushing him to get into the front seat. If you've ever experienced Taylor's driving like I had, you would know that he's got to be the worst driver possible.

I drove down the wet streets, and turned off the main road. La Push was only another fifteen minutes away, I believe that I could handle staying awake for another little while.


Normally I would have dropped Quil off at his store, but tonight Quil and Taylor were going to hangout, so Quil was spending the night.

The boys had all slept over several times, each of them knowing they could not enter my room. No one had seen my room, other then my mother, and I didn't spend a whole lot of time in my room anyways.

"What'cha got to eat?" Quil asked as soon as they entered the house.

"Seriously? Dude, we just had like, pizza, soda and popcorn. You're still hungry?" Taylor asked, amazed when Quil nodded his head, and began rummaging through the fridge.

"Mom didn't go shopping today, sorry bud." I said. Instead of sitting down and talking with the boys, I turned and gave Taylor a hug. "G'night." I whispered.


Quil wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, and twirled once, "Goodnight Aleelee!" He laughed, watching as I stumbled away down the hall.

I slammed my door, and collapsed on my bed blindly. Instead of changing my clothes, I just laid there, and drifted to sleep.


The next morning, I showered quickly, dressed in nothing more then grey track pants and a tank top. In the kitchen, both Taylor and Quil were seated at the table, eating cereal quietly.

"Do we have to go to school today?" I grumbled, grabbing the carton of milk from the fridge and chugging a little.

"Yes, you do." The tall frame of my mother walked into the room, a fresh smile on her face. My mother worked at the preschool in Forks; both Taylor and I knew that she loved her job. Her heart was always in the right place.

"Better be going," Taylor said, slurping the rest of his cereal and putting it in the sink. He grabbed my hand, and then grabbed the wad of bills my mother had handed out, then she gave a little to Quil.

"Have a good day!" She called as Taylor dragged me to the car. He shoved me to the drivers seat, and set the keys in my hand.

I drove silently to the school, taking the shortcut by the beach.

One of the great natural features of La Push is the incredibly sandy beach which runs along the Pacific Ocean. I was in love with the clear water, and calmness that I got from the overall setting.

Turning into a parking space, purposely beside the car Embry, Paul and the other boy were standing by. Instead of saying anything, I walked by them towards the building.

The first few minutes waiting by Jake's locker, I realized that he wasn't at school. "Do you think that Bella rejected him?" Quil asked.

"Don't suggest that, Jacob's too nice. She'd be a fool." I spat, looking around the hallway once more. I didn't have much luck, so I gave in, and walked with Taylor to first period, glancing at Jacob's empty seat the entire time.

What if he's sick? I thought, then snorted quietly, Yeah, love sick.

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