Full summary: Embry didn't need an imprint.

Not right now at least. Of course, he'd like to be with his soulmate eventually but he wasn't out actively looking for The One at that moment. Quil thought he was crazy, but what did Quil know?

He just...He'd rather have his life in order before meeting The One. Have a stable job, have a stable income, have a proper house of his own (and he wasn't talking about the shoebox apartment he was living in), that kind of stuff. He thought he'd only ever deserve to meet The One once he got himself in check. And right now, honestly? He was a mess.

In which Embry only ever asked for the simple things in life, but of course, he couldn't have that either, could he? What the fuck, life? Not cool, bro.

Or; the four times Embry thought having an imprint would take a toll on his life and the one time he didn't, except, it still did take 100 years off of his sort-of superhuman life.

A/N: Hey hey, what do you know? Just kind of churned this up. Or, you know, just a weak excuse for me to write some Embry because he's precious. This has not been edited, because I do not have an editor so I'm sorry for that. All mistakes is purely my fault, because of who I am as a person lmao. Let me know what you think!

All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, u know that usual. Enjoy!

Embry didn't need an imprint.

Not right now at least. Of course, he'd like to be with his soulmate eventually but he wasn't out actively looking for The One at that moment. Quil thought he was crazy, but what did Quil know?

He just...He'd rather have his life in order before meeting The One. Have a stable job, have a stable income, have a proper house of his own (and he wasn't talking about the shoebox apartment he was living in), that kind of stuff. He thought he'd only ever deserve to meet The One once he got himself in check. And right now, honestly? He was a mess.

God (spirits, ancestors, whoever the hell is up there, Embry didn't really know) forbid him to meet his imprint at this point of his life. Poor girl. He felt sorry for his hypothetical imprint if she were to meet him now.

To be honest, the chances of him meeting The One were pretty slim. He was busy. He didn't have time to even go out, let alone meet someone. He had college, the part-time job at the automobile shop, night rounds (even though Embry thinks those are useless; things have been pretty quiet lately. He kind of wishes something would happen, but the whole Bella-Edward-Jacob-Nessie-Volturi leech coven-vampire thing had gave him a headache when it had happened, so maybe not.), and trying to convince his mother that he wasn't dealing drugs on top of all of that.

Again, his pack members had all said that he wouldn't be saying any of that once he met her. But Jake's future in-laws were loaded and Quil didn't have to take care of Claire entirely, she still had her parents. Seth had a long way to go with his imprint, because they were both still in highschool.

Embry knew that he didn't have to take care of The One. If she was the same age as him or older, he was certain she was independent and didn't need a big oaf coming into her life (such as himself) demanding that she needed to be protected from the dangers of the world. He was pretty sure she'd start hating him. If she was still a kid, she had her parents.

It didn't feel right though. There was something in his brain (that sounded a lot like Quil's voice, or his genes or whatever) that was nagging at him about how he wouldn't be able to just stand back and let her do her thing. He would love to, he was sure because independence was definitely a turn-on for him. But the tiny Quil voice kept saying 'just you wait, you'd wait hand and knee on her, just like a butler'.

Embry was sure he'd even love doing it, knowing himself. He's had girlfriends before. He was always jumping to do things for them whether they asked to or not. He always felt that a special girl should be treated as such. So of course, when he meets The One, there was no doubt that Embry would be asking 'how high?' if she told him to jump, and he'd even thank her for telling him to because he would love it.

He wouldn't be able to juggle the things he had going on in his life and be with The One. He knows she'd take over his life, and he'd want to spend every minute of everyday with her. If that happened, he'd fail college, and then he wouldn't get a stable job, and wouldn't have a steady income and then how on earth would he be able to provide for The One? He knew that she very well could be the one providing for them, but The One shouldn't have to even lift a finger if they were together. She deserved everything and he'd give her everything he had.

He can barely take care of himself and his mother as it is. He couldn't even give his mother that new watch she had looked at wistfully when he finally found some time to go out with her. So meeting his imprint was way out of the picture.

But anyways, highly likely, The One wasn't about to show up anytime soon with all that's going on. Embry can be rest assured...hopefully.

"Em. Em...Em! Embry!"

Embry was dead to the world.

"Embry! If you don't get up now...I'm wearing your hoodie to soccer practise!"

What did he care? Embry was dead to the world. He didn't care about that hoodie anyways. It was ugly and tattered. He only wore it because it was free. Who was he to deny free things?

"Embry!"

Embry didn't know who his best friend was either. Quil who? He had never heard of that name before.

"I'm telling your mom about you being in the pack!"

Quil wouldn't. His mom would just laugh and think Quil was making a joke and then she'd get mad because he wouldn't drop it. No more cookies for Quil from his mom. More cookies for Embry. It was a win-win sitch, really.

"C'moooooooon Emmmmmmm! Get uuuuuuuuuupppp!"

There was a heavy weight on his back - who was highly likely his 6 foot best friend that had draped across his body when he entered - and the sun was starting to get into his eyes.

All he had wanted was a late morning in. It was that simple. He wanted to sleep in until 12. Was that so hard? C'mon, life.

"Pleeeeeeaaaaaaasssseeeeeeeee!"

He also wanted a new best friend, but that might be pushing it too far.

"What," Embry grumbled. "Do you want?"

"You made a wolf pinky promise to me for this day. How could you forget?"

Embry can practically hear him pouting from above him. He really, really does not care.

"I made? I made? I have never in my life ever voluntarily made a promise with you. You made me! What the fuck is a wolf pinky promise anyway?"

"It's like a pinky promise, but in wolf-form, obvi," Quil said, dodging Embry's attempts at pulling him off. "Geez, you're so cranky. You should get laid."

Embry grunted. "No time for girls. Please leave. I'm too tired to deal with you today. I said please."

"But you promised!"

"I swear to the spirits that I have never made a willing promise to you, Quil. And I really don't give a damn about breaking it right now,"

Quil became quiet and Embry revelled in the silence for a moment or two.

"But...Claire-Bear will be all...alone,"

Ah, balls.

He hated when they brought out the imprint card.

"I'm sure she'll be fine, Quil. Didn't you say you checked her school out? Her teacher was really nice and all? She can literally stay there until you go and get her. Besides, what am I going to do with her? I've got to study and then I've gotta do the rounds again tonight and Jak-"

"Claire-Bear..."

Oh, for fuck's sake.

"Fine! I'll pick her up. I fucking hate you. Get out and don't talk to me ever again,"

"Embry Call, you wonderful man!"

"You're gonna pay for half of my student loans and buy me a house that's as far away as I can possibly be from you,"

"My number 1 man!"

"Get out!"

"Get laid!"

Embry was devastated that the alarm clock he threw hit the floor instead of Quil's head.

Embry liked kids. He really did. They were tiny and excitable and hadn't seen how shitty the world was.

He liked Claire even more. She was cute and innocent and precious. She made Quil happy, and Embry would never admit it even if he was held at gun-point (which, might not even kill him in the first place) but as long as Quil was happy, then Embry would be alright.

What Embry did not like, however, was several tiny little humans climbing all over him and asking him questions he didn't even know kids would ask.

"Why are you so tall?"

"Will I get muscles like you one day?"

"Can I get a tattoo like you?"

"Why is your name Embry?"

"Why does your tattoo look like a weeing cat?"

Do it for Claire, Em. Do it for Claire.

(Never for Quil, though. Fuck Quil.)

He didn't even know kids could climb human beings, let alone beings like himself.

"Emmy!"

Embry nearly cried her name out loud in relief. But he didn't, of course, because he's cool, duh.

He hadn't even realised he had stood up, with all the children clinging onto him. He probably looked like a weird tree with children as fruits hanging off of him. He had to move a kid's arm from his eyes to actually find Claire and he had never been happier to see her little curls bouncing as she ran towards him.

"Sorry she's a little late, we had to get her bag down from her cubby. There's a nail sticking out and her straps got hooked and tangled onto it but don't worry, she doesn't go near it at a- Oh, you're not Quil,"

Embry looked up from where he was looking at Claire's uneven pigtails (Quil would not be happy with that) and his breath caught in his throat.

Fuck.

All he asked for was to not meet his imprint.

Of course life had to fuck him over and make her one of the most beautful girls he had ever seen too. Great. Good going, life.

"Uh,"

Wow. Eloquent, Em.

"Hi, I'm Ro," she smiled. Embry might have died and gone to heaven. "Maybe you shouldn't mention the nail in Claire's cubby to Quil. Telling him would probably result in a brand new shelf just for Claire. I mean, it would be nice to have new stuff around here but wouldn't be fair to the other kids. You know how he is, I'm assuming."

"Uh,"

He was really trying to actually say something other than unintelligible noises but his brain was turning into mush.

"Emmy?"

Who was that?

Oh. Right. Claire. Right. Quil. Quil's imprint. Okay. Yes. Imprint.

"You...okay there?"

Imprint.

Imprint.

Oh God, Embry just met his imprint.

"O...kay...uhm, bye Claire, see you next week, lovely!"

He just freaked out his imprint too. Which is Bad.

"Emmy?"

"Hmmm?"

"You're bein' silly an' weird,"

Trust Claire to always keep Embry's feet on the ground. Claire was probably his favourite 6-year-old ever. She was telling him to get his shit together and go talk his imprint in her own way. Thanks, Claire.

"You're right, Claire. I should go talk to her shouldn't I?" he mumbled dazedly.

Claire gave him 2 tiny thumbs up and he looked around to find her.

She was gone though and Embry felt like falling to his knees and begging her to come back in a rom-com slow mo fashion. Since when did he become Quil the Drama Queen™?

"Where'd she go?" Embry asked, slowly dismantling himself from children like he would a christmas tree; carefully because he wouldn't want his mother to shout at him for breaking her favourite opera singer ornament.

Embry had no idea how he compared these kids to ornaments. His brain had been muddled with memories of like, the 10 seconds conversation he had with his imprint.

"Ro-ro said she had to take the nail out of my cubby," Claire said helpfully, already dragging Embry inside the kindergarten. Why wasn't Quil ever this helpful? Embry wanted to revoke his best friend status and ask for a refund from Quil. Maybe he should promote Jake to his only best friend.

Embry had thought Claire's cubby - or the children's, for that matter - was a tiny thing meant for tiny people. So obviously, he was shocked to see what he assumed to be Claire's cubby at the height of his head. Embry is far from the tallest in the pack - damn Jake and his alpha-ness with his extra 3 inches - but it was safe to say they he was way above average as of height.

He was even more shocked to see such a tiny person hammering away at the side of Claire's cubby, using the cubby below as leverage for her foot instead of a ladder because she obviously had a death wish.

"Jesus Christ, are you insane?!" he shouted.

She jumped in shock and Embry watched in horror as her hand slipped and she started to fall backwards.

He really didn't mean to, but of course, with his superhuman speed he got to where she was just in the nick of time.

"Are you alright?!"

She opened an eye to peek at him and blushed. Embry nearly fell over. So fuckin' cute he thought.

"Sorry, I'm really clumsy. And you gave me a shock,"

"Are you hurt?" he asked again. "That was really dangerous. You could've fallen!"

She scrunched her nose up and he nearly squealed.

"I'm fine. Don't need to lecture me," she frowned.

He shook his head. "You don't understand. You could have seriously hurt yourself."

"What's it to you? We literally just met, like 5 minutes ago,"

She's right, of course. He has officially created a really bad First Impression. He probably looked like a creep. Jared had it lucky. Kim had already been pining over him.

In his internal freak out about how he had ruined their first ever meeting (which was supposed to be Magical™, according to Quil) he had failed to notice her trying to wiggle out of his arms.

It happened too quickly that Embry hadn't even noticed. One moment she was in his arms, and the next gave him another shock. He felt his heart shatter, just like the sound the nearby glass table made when she toppled on top of it.

"Uhm, ow," she muttered and stared at her arms that had started to bleed.

He all but shouted for someone to call an ambulance.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. You might feel a little dizzy because of the blood loss, but it'll pass. Make sure to clean it so it doesn't get infected. Come back to make sure it's healing well and to remove the stitches,"

"Thanks Dr. Cullen," she said dazedly.

"You're lucky Embry came here to ask for me instead of waiting at the A&E. The hospital is a little busy at the moment with the current problems we were facing and I was about to take off to Alaska to visit some relatives,"

"Thanks Carlisle," Embry said gruffly.

Embry really didn't have a problem with the Cullens. He prided himself that he was the most 'okay' with them among the pack members (other than Seth and Jacob). At first it was just his biological instinct that was repulsed by them and Jake's not-so-secret hatred towards Edward. He found out they weren't so bad though and he got along fairly well with Bella, Emmett and Jasper. Nessie was his alpha's imprint too so obviously, he doesn't hate them anymore.

What he had a problem with was when his imprint was gazing at Carlisle for far too long.

"Could I have a word with you for a moment Embry?"

No, you cannot.

He grudgingly agreed. He's bitter about it, shut up.

Claire wiggled out from his arms to pat Ro on the knee, as Embry recalled she had said in their short 10 seconds of conversation. He could feel his phone vibrating like crazy in his pocket. No doubt Quil was currently trying to reach him and was probably having a mental breakdown when he had not heard Claire's voice.

Embry would have been sympathetic, but Ro had whimpered the minute Carlisle pulled out the needle and thread. He had a 6-year-old in his arms and an imprint that had already taken 20 years off his life with her little stunt. So sue him if couldn't pick up a call because he was busy muttering reassurances to both Claire (who had hid her face in his shoulder the moment she had seen the blood) and Ro (who looked ready to pass out).

The only good thing that came out of this was Ro feebly asking if she could hold his hand while Carlisle did her stitches because she hated sharp objects.

"Sure," he had said. What he really meant was, "Sure. It should be the other way around though. I ask for your hand...in marriage,"

He tried really hard to keep his mouth shut. He had already ruined the First Impression.

He let go of her hand gently, silently cursing at Carlisle for breaking their hand-holding off. Rationally, Embry knew that it was serious business if the leader of the Cullens wanted to talk to him personally.

Carlisle brought him to the side of his office, speaking in a tone too low for human ears to hear.

"I'm not sure if Jacob knows this yet because it's in such short notice, but we'll be going off for a while. We might have found the reason for the attacks here. We're heading to the Denali coven to see what's going on because apparently theirs is much worse. One of our kind has apparently been biting people to create a following,"

"What? You mean those attacks and the missing persons that are on the news? What do you mean a following? Like that red-head leech?"

"Not quite. She created an army to kill. This isn't an army. It's a cult. We don't know what the Volturi is playing at. This has been going on for quite a while,"

Embry probably jinxed it when he said things were getting boring around here. He just said he didn't want another leech problem.

"Alright. I'll let him know. We'll start more rounds. Sam will take the usual and we'll take your area. What about Nessie? Jake might throw a fit if she was to leave,"

"Thanks, Embry. Nessie will be here, with Bella and Edward. They should probably be back by now from hunting," Carlisle said, patting Embry on the shoulder. He tried not to flinch. The ancestors should have named them The Really Fucking Freezing Ones instead of just The Cold Ones. He got used to the smell, but touching them made him feel cold and on fire at the same time. "Alright, I think we should start casual conversation right about now. I think your imprint is starting to think we're having some sort of stare down,"

Embry looked at her from the corner of his eye, holding back a laugh when he saw that she was staring at them oddly. To her, it probably looked like both of them were just staring st each other and lipsyncing or something.

"Imprint? Did you inherit Edward's ability or something?" he said a little louder. Loud enough for her to hear noise but not loud enough for her to make out anything.

"No. Just the way you look at her. It's how I feel about Esme,"

Embry nearly scoffed. He doubted anyone could ever feel how it was to imprint on somebody, except for werewolves. He always thought it was a load of sappy stuff when the boys described it. He felt it, but the way they had explained it wasn't even close as to what it really felt like.

Embry had seriously imagined 10 different futures with her, and almost wasn't able to stop himself from naming their imaginary children.

Get a grip, Em. This is why having an imprint was far from a priority. You can barely even pay for dinner every week with Mom.

"Alright. I have to go. I'll see you soon, Embry. Bye, little lady. As for you, Miss Kenton, try not to fall on any more glass tables. You've already been here twice before. Take care. Let yourselves out," Carlisle smiled and left.

"Twice?" Embry asked, looking at her in shock.

"Like I said, I'm really clumsy," she shrugged. "Uhm, thanks for...everything. You might want to say sorry to the kid at the front desk though, you might have gave him a mini heart attack from your bellowing of wanting to see Dr. Cullen. You tight with him?"

"Tight?"

"Yeah, like...you're friendly with him. How old are you? Are you not with this generation's lingo?"

Embry laughed. "It's...complicated. Kinda close, but strictly business?"

Embry's phone vibrated once more and he cursed as he picked it up.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WHERE'S CLAIRE? WHY HAVE YOU NOT BEEN ANSWERING MY CALLS?"

"Pipe down, Quil. Claire's fine. We're at the hospital,"

"The HOSPITAL? What happened? Is Claire alright? Did she hurt herself? Is she alive? I'm coming right now!"

"No! Ugh, Quil. She's fine. Here, I'll let you talk to her," Embry rolled his eyes and passed the phone to Claire.

"Quil!" Claire said happily from Ro's lap. "Hi! Emmy came to pick me up! And then Ro said hi, and Emmy was all silly becuz he thought Ro was pretty and he didn't say anything. Ro said bye and then Claire told Emmy to stop being silly and weird so Claire brought Emmy to Ro and then Emmy said that she was bein' dangerous and then he caught her but then she fell again and now we're at the hospital so Ro is o-kay because Dr. Cullen helped her! They held hands Quil! Claire wants to be flower girl again like at Aunty Emily's wedding when Embry and Ro get married,"

Where was Carlisle? Embry would like to ask for him to kill him right now.

Five bucks on Quil making this situation worse after all of this mess. Does Embry even have that kind of money?

Why was he betting with himself?

He could hear Quil laughing on the line.

"Allllright, this his been especially mortifying, so I'm...uh...gonna go now, bye,"

He probably should have helped her home or something. Was that socially acceptable? Was that how he should treat an imprint?

It was too late though. He had already gathered Claire and rushed out, it would look weirder if he were to go back and ask her out or something.

Should he even ask her out? Could he handle it? With all that was going on, Embry doesn't know.

"Hey, I'm here to pay for uhm, Ro Kenton's bill?"

When did he even get that idea?

He was in such a daze that he hadn't even realised he swiped his card until he was off with a receipt in his hand and Claire in the other arm.

"Christ, why are hospital bills so expensive? No wonder the Cullens are loaded,"

"It's the patriarchy, Emmy,"

Embry just stared down at Claire. What the hell was Quil teaching her?

Embry was about to revoke Jake's best friend rights too. He hated all of his friends. He should break off from the pack and disown them.

Hey, that's not very nice.

Hah Jake, I'm Em's only remaining best friend!

No, Quil, you were dropped when Claire showed me how much of a lousy friend you are.

Ever since patrol started, the others haven't been able to stop laughing at the whole re-encounter of the whole EMBRY MET HIS IMPRINT shebang.

Jacob even told Sam's pack, which was undeniably an invasion of privacy and the biggest betrayal Embry had ever felt.

He heard Leah give a snort from beside Jake.

The word 'privacy' doesn't exist among us, if you haven't noticed.

Did you really shout at her for falling off the shelf, which by the way, was your fault?

The guilt of being the reason that Ro was hurt wracked his whole body and made the rest of the pack that had imprinted falter in their step.

Way to go Quil. Why'd you have to remind him? It's not like Claire hasn't ever fallen when you were taking care of her before.

Quil's recall of The Incident made everyone except Leah, Colin and Brady whine when they imagined themselves as Quil and their imprints as Claire.

Everybody shut up. This is getting depressing. Anyone pick up any stray leech scent?

No.

Nope.

Em?

Not here.

Alright. We'll do a few more rounds and then we can do shifts with Sam's pack.

Maybe he could do some studying while waiting for his shift to start. Maybe it could take his mind of her.

Not a chance, bro. She'll be stuck on your mind every minute of every day from now on.

You don't understand, Seth. I can't...I don't...deserve her. Maybe I'll stay away for a while. Get my bearings straight. Maybe I'll find her when I get a job.

Five on Embry not being able to stay away for a week. I'd bet shorter, but he's hard-headed.

Thanks for the faith, Jake.

Naw, I bet he couldn't stay away for 3 days.

Thanks, Quil. Both of you are proving to be the world's greatest best friends. Ever. If none of your bets work out I'm taking the money.

He could totally do it. Just keep himself busy, right? He had a test tomorrow. And then work right after that. Then dinner over at his Mom's. Then patrol.

Easy.

Not so easy, apparently.

Quil had been trying to get Embry to pick Claire up again, so he could meet Ro. Jake had been cutting him some slack for patrols. Embry knew that Jake was only doing it so that Quil would get off his back and to prevent Quil from winning the bet.

He had declined both of the generous offers.

They were right though. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Everyday when he woke he'd think about mindless things about her.

What cereal did she like best? Did she have bed hair in the morning? How long did she take to get ready? Did Embry have to wait 5 minutes, or 5 hours to take her out? What was he favourite type of cheese?

Just give in, dude. Go and get to know her. You're literally thinking about her cheese preferences.

It's Brie, or anything creamy, by the way. Claire brought those string cheese things to school once and had a whole conversation about cheese with Ro.

I just think that it's better for both of us to not be close at this point of my life.

Why? At least you've found somebody. Better than wallowing in self-pity.

Sorry, Leah.

Besides, it's not like anything has to happen. You could just be a friend. If she starts to like you then you cross that bridge when you get to it. Also, it's actually physically painful for you to be away from her, admit it.

I was trying to ignore that, but thanks, Seth.

I still don't get why you're staying away. It makes no sense.

Jacob, have you seen my shoebox apartment? Have you seen how many zeroes are in my bank account? One. Like...not even double digits. Just zero.

You're exaggerating. You've saved up a ton.

No. Mom's birthday took a whole chunk out of it and I paid for Ro's bill the other day at the hospital. That shit was expensive. Why is it so expensive to like, I don't know, not die?

It's the patriarchy, Em.

Shut up, Quil. Do you even know what that means? It's only cute when Claire says it.

Right?! So cute!

You're not helping Embry, Quil.

He's generally very unhelpful. Why can't you be more like Claire? She did a way better job wingman-ing me than you did.

Yeah Quil, that was real lousy.

Hey! Stop ganging up on me!

Can we get back on topic, boys? That still doesn't explain why you won't go for her. You think she's gonna wait for you 'til you find work? Girls like that never have to wait long until they're not single anymore.

Embry shuddered at the thought.

How'd you know she was single, Lee?

Quil asked. If you hadn't been so caught up with trying to forget her, you would've noticed.

See? I'm totally helpful!

Jake, we headed to the Cullens? I thought we were doing patrol.

Oh, no. You guys are doing patrol. I'm meeting Nessie. Bella and Edward wanted some alone time.

Eurgh, vampire sex.

Gross.

Is it beastiality if Jake and Nessie were to have sex in the future? I mean. Half leech and one werewolf? That's kinda kinky.

Hey, no kink-shaming.

Boys! Crisis at hand! Stop thinking about Jake's future in-laws having sex!

Ew, Leah.

You guys started it!

Anyways, I don't really wanna talk about it anymore guys. Reminds me about how pathetic my life is.

The only thing pathetic about you is yourself and how you don't want to go after your soulmate. What if you lose her? What if she finds someone else? What if she gets married? Just because you didn't take the chance when you had it.

Fuck.

Embry felt like he just got punched in the gut with a knife.

I can barely take care of Mom as it is. How am I supposed to take care of her? Did you know she's already been in the hospital twice before? How am I supposed to pay for all of that? I can't treat her to nice dinners, or share a nice place with her, or go to fancy museums with her. I can't give her what she deserves.

Ugh, boys. Seth, tell him all I taught you.

You don't have to do all of that. If you treat her right, she'd be happy to just have you. You don't have to take care of her in that sense, even though I know everything in your body tells you you need to do everything you can. Girls aren't glass, Em. They're like diamonds. Strong and beautiful. She can hold her own. Besides, asking a werewolf what their problem is, especially asking a werewolf like you, is already showing how ballsy she is. Just do what your instincts tell you. Don't be a dick, and treat her right.

...Damn. When did you get all grown up?

When you were all busy messing around being dicks. Also, I have Leah as a sister, remember?

This is my proudest moment.

Maybe Seth was right.

Uhm, hello?

Maybe Leah was right.

Damn right, I am.

It was physically impossible for him to stay away from her. He couldn't get rid of her face from his mind, like it was burned into it. It hurt that he hadn't seen her in 5 days.

Hey, what do you mean a werewolf like me?

You're really scary when you're angry Em. I dunno why. You face gets all dark.

Maybe it's the shy-guy effect. You know when people you don't really expect to get angry actually do get angry? You know shit's about to be lost.

Huh.

Anyway, he'll get his girl...next week...maybe.

What?

After all of that? And all we get you to do is next week?!

What a waste of our breath, Jesus.

Fuck you, Call.

Hey, hey, hey! I'm busy! I've got finals coming up soon! Mom needs help with the house, and I'm working double shifts because the Cullens are coming back. Isn't it already enough that I've agreed to go after her?

He heard a collective sigh from his pack mates.

Yay.

Get it, Call.

You go, gurl.

I'm sensing a hint of disappointment and exasperation from all of you, despite those encouraging words.

You're sensing right