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Ch. Nine - Oh, you're my best friend
"I miss you," I said, stretching my palms across Embry's chest. We stood on the front porch of my house, and it was late. There had only been a few people still at First Beach when we left. Since I had driven, I dropped Mary off at her house and had brought Embry with me, considering that he only lived a few blocks away. "Do you remember when we would stomp around the woods, playing hide-and-seek?"
Embry grinned. "Yeah. You were always really good at hiding."
"That's because I was small."
It didn't bother me that Embry had only started talking to me because I was his imprint. Maybe if I had had a different perspective of the situation, it might've bothered me a little bit more. But for now, I didn't care. I had Embry back, and if this was the only reason, then I was ok with that.
"So do you want to hang out at Sam's tomorrow?"
I smiled from the side of my mouth, and shrugged. "I guess. Who's Sam, though?"
"You don't remember Sam? Sam Uley?"
I shook my head. "Not ringing a bell." He laughed, and I hugged him, digging my face into his warm, muscular chest. "Mm, yeah, I'll go with you." My mind wandered back to imprinting, no matter how hard I tried to think about something else. It was strange to think that I was somebody's soul mate. I never really believed in love, especially after Dad left. I couldn't imagine how someone could love someone else so much, but then abandon them.
Embry abandoned me.
I sighed, and clung to him, trying not to cry. It must not have worked, because Embry pressed my hair down and said, "are you alright?"
"I.." I stood back, and rubbed my face. "I'm tired. Should probably get back inside."
Embry frowned, and kissed my forehead. I always loved when he did that. "I'll call you tomorrow, k?"
With another hug, I went back inside and kicked my sandals off. Mom sat on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand and a blanket covering her legs. "Hey, sweetie. I wasn't expecting you home so soon."
I glanced at the clock, confused. "Ma, it's almost one in the morning."
"And you're a seventeen year old girl."
"Are you drunk?" She had a growing habit, and was pretty terrifying when she was under the influence. Mom didn't beat me, she just cried for hours.
"No. Perfectly sober." She hiccuped, and I sighed impatiently. "I'm very happy you're talking to Embry again."
I sat down on the loveseat adjacent to the couch, crossing my ankles on the coffee table. "It's weird. He's so different." I couldn't even begin to list all of the ways that he had changed.
"I'm sure. It's been six months."
I picked at my fingernails, and rewound the night in my head. All of the strange looks from the Elders seemed to make a little sense now, but there were a few that really bothered me. It was like something was going to happen to me, and they knew about it.
I said goodnight, and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. The room had been painted only about a year ago, changing from an old urine colored yellow to a light rosy pink, and it made me feel girlier than I would like to admit. But my bedroom was the only place that I really felt comfortable in. All of my little trinkets that I'd find, that Mom called stupid, were hung from the ceiling, or in the window. I had always loved collecting rocks, wind chimes, and especially dream catchers.
La Push, being the Indian Reservation that it was, was a very traditional little town. There was a Pow Wow every year, and some of the Elders even still spoke Quileute, a language that I only knew a few words of.
My favorite dream catcher hung on the right bed post, sparkling with tiny plastic jewels and decorated with an assortment of colored feathers. I remember when Embry gave it to me. We were in seventh grade, and we had gotten into a pretty nasty fight, and I don't even remember why it had gotten so bad. Embry made it, and gave it to me the day afterward.
That was the day that I realized I wanted to be friends with him for the rest of my life. And now that he had imprinted on me? It was going to take our friendship down a whole different road. I knew what imprinting was. There were three stages, depending on the age of the imprintee.
And both of us were old enough for stage three: romance.
It scared me. I couldn't imagine Embry to be anything more than my friend. I loved him, but I wasn't sure if I loved him in that way.
Groaning, I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face into my pillow. It felt like I was being thrown everything all at once, but for some reason, not even the idea of werewolves bothered me. But how could werewolves exist?
This didn't make any sense.
Embry grinned. "Yeah. You were always really good at hiding."
"That's because I was small."
It didn't bother me that Embry had only started talking to me because I was his imprint. Maybe if I had had a different perspective of the situation, it might've bothered me a little bit more. But for now, I didn't care. I had Embry back, and if this was the only reason, then I was ok with that.
"So do you want to hang out at Sam's tomorrow?"
I smiled from the side of my mouth, and shrugged. "I guess. Who's Sam, though?"
"You don't remember Sam? Sam Uley?"
I shook my head. "Not ringing a bell." He laughed, and I hugged him, digging my face into his warm, muscular chest. "Mm, yeah, I'll go with you." My mind wandered back to imprinting, no matter how hard I tried to think about something else. It was strange to think that I was somebody's soul mate. I never really believed in love, especially after Dad left. I couldn't imagine how someone could love someone else so much, but then abandon them.
Embry abandoned me.
I sighed, and clung to him, trying not to cry. It must not have worked, because Embry pressed my hair down and said, "are you alright?"
"I.." I stood back, and rubbed my face. "I'm tired. Should probably get back inside."
Embry frowned, and kissed my forehead. I always loved when he did that. "I'll call you tomorrow, k?"
With another hug, I went back inside and kicked my sandals off. Mom sat on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand and a blanket covering her legs. "Hey, sweetie. I wasn't expecting you home so soon."
I glanced at the clock, confused. "Ma, it's almost one in the morning."
"And you're a seventeen year old girl."
"Are you drunk?" She had a growing habit, and was pretty terrifying when she was under the influence. Mom didn't beat me, she just cried for hours.
"No. Perfectly sober." She hiccuped, and I sighed impatiently. "I'm very happy you're talking to Embry again."
I sat down on the loveseat adjacent to the couch, crossing my ankles on the coffee table. "It's weird. He's so different." I couldn't even begin to list all of the ways that he had changed.
"I'm sure. It's been six months."
I picked at my fingernails, and rewound the night in my head. All of the strange looks from the Elders seemed to make a little sense now, but there were a few that really bothered me. It was like something was going to happen to me, and they knew about it.
I said goodnight, and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. The room had been painted only about a year ago, changing from an old urine colored yellow to a light rosy pink, and it made me feel girlier than I would like to admit. But my bedroom was the only place that I really felt comfortable in. All of my little trinkets that I'd find, that Mom called stupid, were hung from the ceiling, or in the window. I had always loved collecting rocks, wind chimes, and especially dream catchers.
La Push, being the Indian Reservation that it was, was a very traditional little town. There was a Pow Wow every year, and some of the Elders even still spoke Quileute, a language that I only knew a few words of.
My favorite dream catcher hung on the right bed post, sparkling with tiny plastic jewels and decorated with an assortment of colored feathers. I remember when Embry gave it to me. We were in seventh grade, and we had gotten into a pretty nasty fight, and I don't even remember why it had gotten so bad. Embry made it, and gave it to me the day afterward.
That was the day that I realized I wanted to be friends with him for the rest of my life. And now that he had imprinted on me? It was going to take our friendship down a whole different road. I knew what imprinting was. There were three stages, depending on the age of the imprintee.
And both of us were old enough for stage three: romance.
It scared me. I couldn't imagine Embry to be anything more than my friend. I loved him, but I wasn't sure if I loved him in that way.
Groaning, I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face into my pillow. It felt like I was being thrown everything all at once, but for some reason, not even the idea of werewolves bothered me. But how could werewolves exist?
This didn't make any sense.
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PS. So I made the layout and put the sequel to Breathe up on the site, but all that's there is the summary and disclaimer blah blah blah. There is a link to it from Breathe. It's called Suffocate. I can't wait to write it, but after this is finished, I'm going to write an original, I think. So look out for that, too!