Not Just A Celeb Crush

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all of the characters from the Twilight Series. I don't.

Embry's Point of View

Chapter 1

It was annoying to call your friends and be rejected because of the ladies in their lives. This is what happened to me for a while, especially since Jacob imprinted life had been really boring. Quil spent most of his time patrolling, or with Claire and Jacob spent most of his time patrolling or with Nessa.

My friend choices were limited to the pack. Not being able to share the werewolf secret with others made it hard to bond. It was obvious to people that something was going on that they didn't know about. With the growth spurts, hair cuts, and muscles they must have assumed something. It was also hard to make friends because that equaled danger to them. Being around werewolves wasn't exactly the safest choice.

This is why I found myself alone, flipping through the channels on my television and mentally cursing commercials.

The phone rang as I clicked the 'channel up' button. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Embry, it's Jacob, are you up for patrolling tonight with Quil and I?"

"Yeah, yeah," I answered.

"All right, see you around eight," he said and hung up.

Life in Jacob's pack was more fun than in Sam's pack. Jacob didn't order you around, he didn't tell you what you had to do. He gave you choices, and I was happy that I had got my freewill back ever since joining.

This channel had a special on wolves, interesting but I passed it. Why bring any more of my work home? OK, OK, corny joke. The next channel had a talk show on, something that I would pass by quickly but a name caught my eye.

The host was talking about the singer, Alicia Bryant. I would probably never admit this to the others but I heard her on the radio while flicking through stations and heard her sing. I thought she was pretty good but that was the last time I heard about her. I was curious to see what she looked like, or talked like.

I sat through ten painful minutes of the host babbling to some other guest. The two people on the screen were boring me to death and I was about to turn the television off when one of the boring women left. The host called out Alicia and she walked out, waving to the crowd.

The woman on the T.V. screen was gorgeous. Her black hair stopped at armpit length, and her skin looked great. However, it was when the cameras did a close-up on her face was when I stopped breathing. Her sparkling dark brown eyes, bangs, and smile dazzled me. She was amazing.

I listened to the whole interview, and I learned a lot of things about her. Her mother was her manager and she had her first CD out. Her favorite thing to do when not touring was video games. Gorgeous and video games- perfection. She was seventeen, my age also.

The interview was a stop on her tour promoting her album. At the end of the interview she briefly talked about her remaining stops, Chicago, Seattle and - did she just say Forks?! Nothing, nobody ever came here.

The host was momentarily stunned, "Where is that?"

Alicia just smiled back, "It's in Washington, home to the La Push reservation, and that is actually where I'm going to be performing. I'll be at La Push High School in two weeks performing. It's the only place that I got to pick to go to." She wanted to come to La Push?

"What made you want to go there?" the host asked.

"Well, my home school tutor is Quilette- the Native American tribe living in La Push, and she has told me interesting legends about the Quilette people. It would be fun to actually go to the place I hear so much about."

The interview was over, and I switched the T.V. off. I just imprinted on a person I saw on television. I just imprinted on a celebrity, that was coming to Forks, to La Push, to my school.

She had heard about the legends and decided to come for herself. But what legends did she hear? Could it be possible that she heard about the wolves?

I committed her face to my memory, as I rushed over to my computer to look up her name. I pulled up google and googled; Alicia Bryant. Pictures, biographies, and more popped up. Needless to say I was on the Internet until it was time to patrol with Jacob and Quil.

I learned more about her: her father died from a car accident, and she enjoyed writing. She was also in a four months long relationship with one of the singers she was touring with.

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When I transformed she was still in my head.

Who is that? - Jacob

Embry, did you imprint?- Quil

Yeah, yeah, I did. I saw her on T.V. She's coming to Forks in 2 weeks- Me

Wait, Wait, she's a celebrity??- Quil

Laugh it up, but yeah she is.- Me

This was how the rest of the patrol went. Quil and Jacob asking me endless questions.

Do you think it might be kind of hard to get in touch with her?- Quil

Well, she's coming in two weeks so I could ambush her while she's at the school then let the imprint take full effect. I might need help, she might have bodyguards. - Me

That's when we started to formulate a plan for me to meet her.

Alicia's Point of View

I just finished my last interview of the tour and I was happy. Sometimes they would just spring unexpected, personal questions on me and I would have to try my best to maneuver around them.

After I was done I went backstage to my mom.

"You did great honey!" she exclaimed and pulled me into a hug.

"Thanks," I muttered.

My mom was the one who brought me into the whole singing business. She was the reason I made it as far as I did but sometimes she would try to live out her dreams through me. I had to fight to maintain my own style. My mom was really the only family I had, and I loved her.

Right behind her was my best friend, Callie. She was with me through it all, she traveled with me, had the same teacher. We were like sisters except for no blood link. We looked different too. She had wavy brown hair and light brown eyes.

"Ok, honey, we have to get on the plane quickly or else we'll miss it. We're supposed to be in the next stop tomorrow morning so chop, chop," my mother said.

I laughed to myself at her enthusiasm and stressing. Soon we were all on the plane, (my mother, Cal, my tutor- Catherine, and I) heading to our next stop.

I loved singing, I really did but I always thought I was missing something. During the interview I felt a spark of warmth flow through my body, it was strange but I felt as if something great was about to happen.

A/N: All right, so that is the first chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. The idea just popped into my head and I went to write it. I should update really soon. There will be changing POV's, and more of Alicia's POV. Thanks for reading and review please! :)