Embry POV

"All right guys, do not let me get too hammered tonight." Sam told us all. "I'm getting married tomorrow, and Em would kill me, gottit?"

There was a loud chorus of, "Sures", and "Yeps" and, "killjoy", the latter coming from Paul. It was seven o'clock on a Friday, and Sam and Emily's wedding was the next day, therefore, Paul and I felt the need for a bachelor party. There was beer and coke, and thanks to Pizza Palace down the street, more pizza than you could think of. Emily was on her way to her bachelorette party, but she hadn't left yet, so the party couldn't start. We all got excited when she came walking down the stairs, as she was about to leave.

"Now, boys." She smiled. "Don't tear apart my house, and be nice to the strippers that Paul ordered."

"He wouldn't let me." Paul grinned.

"Bye, Em." Sam said. "Love you."

"Love you too, bye." And with that, she was gone.

"Let the party begin!" the guys laughed, and we all smiled, looking forward to seeing the hilarious events that would unfold. Some of the guys in our pack were quite funny when drunk.

For awhile, we drank beer, and ate pizza, and watched two games of football. Then, we sat around the living room, talking about our lives, the funny parts, and the hilarious parts.

"One time." Sam said. "I got all my wisdom teeth pulled out, and my mom pulled didn't get me a prescription for painkillers because she though I would get addicted. I was in pain for like, two weeks." We all laughed at the though of Sam being addicted to something, and because everything was so funny when you were drunk at two am in the morning. Paul told a story.

"Okay, so about a year before I met Rachel, I had liked this girl for like, three years, and we were pretty good friends. She came to my house with tears in her eyes, right? So, I'm thinking that she's single again, and I'll get to ask her out, but, I discover that she's a lesbian, and her mom found out. So, she asked me to be her fake boyfriend to cover it up."

"Ouch!" I said, "Dude, that's harsh."

"I know." He sighed, taking another sip of beer. "Anybody else?"

"Oh, I got one." Collin said. "My girlfriend broke up with me my freshman year of high school. I thought I was in love with her, and I told her so, and she handed me a quarter saying, 'Here's a quarter for someone who cares.' I asked for a farewell kiss, and she gave me one, but then her new boyfriend walked in, saw me kissing her, and beat the hell outta me. She had been cheating on him with me, and she claimed I was all over her."

"Love." I sighed. "It's such a bitchy thing."

"Not for me anymore." Paul grinned. I love Rachel, and im happy im gonna spend the rest of my life with her."

Quil and Jake both agreed that they didn't really look at anyone that way anymore, even their imprints.

Everyone else agreed they were happy with their imprints. Collin and I were the only ones who didn't have imprints, and it could be kind of depressing. Everyone else had imprinted in the year following the incident with the Vulturi.

Well, I thought. Love sucks anyways. Who wants it?