The Heart that Never Breaks

~Author Note~

A few months ago my friend introduced me to fan fiction. At first I thought it was pretty…I don't know…weird? That's until I actually started reading the writing. Originally I've never really been the one to look deeper into books, but now? Crap, I'm day dreaming a lot. About writing, stories - this really has opened up my eyes to a new world. Cheesy and quite honestly pathetic, I know, but it's true. I'm on this site constantly. And now I'm going to write a story.

Ahuh. I've decided since it's summer than why don't I start writing? I don't have any major distractions. I can do it. So that's what I'm going to do. Write.

This story is based off mostly from the song "Someone who Cares," by Three Days Grace because it was my inspiration. Originally I planned to name the story after the song, but I don't know…I decided to go with "The Heart that Never Breaks."

So, tell me what you think. Review? Please, first fan fiction.

~Disclaimer~

I don't own Twilight or any of the characters, all of it belongs to the author; Stephenie Meyer.

~Reality-Keeps-Me-From-Dreaming~

Every street in this city
Is the same to me
Everyone's got a place to be
But there's no room for me
Am I to blame when the guilt and the shame
Hang over meLike a dark cloud that chases you down
In the pouring rain

Preface/Chapter one: How it all Began

"Paul?" I picked my head up from my pillow, blinking hard at the dark silhouette figure standing near my window. It was bulky, huge, and definitely muscular. It had to be Paul. But why would Paul come into my room at - I glanced over at my clock - 2 in the morning? Jeesh, doesn't he know that I have to sleep?

"…no." The voice was far away to me, but I knew it couldn't be anymore than a few feet from where I laid right there. If it wasn't Paul…who was it? Who else would liberate their time just to climb through my window? I mean, I'm not that pretty. It's not like some sick-o would take the time just to climb up through my window just to rape me in my sleep.

"Then who-" I started, moving my body to a sitting position so I could somehow click the lamp on.

Now, I know what you're thinking; scream! Trust me, I would have. But something about that voice, about his body…his height, everything just seemed so familiar. Why would I scream? For all I know it could be Paul. I don't see who else it could be. If you hadn't known, I'm not that popular that boys would feel the ultimate urge to just climb through my window at night to have a nice chat.

We have cell phones for that you know.

My fingers fumbled with the lamp as I struggled to find the switch. All the while I was having a very riveting battle with the lamp shade as it almost instantly found a way to poke me in the eye every time I'd move my arm to find a way to flick the light on.

I groaned in frustration, almost knocking the lamp over when an overly warm hand covered mine. My eyes flickered up to the dark face for a moment, too afraid to say anything at all as the stranger - or perhaps Paul who was screwing with me - turned the lamp on within a second.

Sighing I moved my hair out of my face, fully expecting to see Paul smirking down at me in amusement before making some smart comment about how I was too blonde to turn on a simple lamp. Instead, I was face to face with Embry Call.

My utter confusion must've shown on my face - or maybe because of how incredibly dumb I felt for assuming Embry was Paul - because Embry spoke up quickly before I could ask any questions.

"I…I just wanted to, uhm…" I stared blankly at him, my eyes searching his face as he stammered out an excuse as to why he was in my bedroom at the crack of dawn. But all he did was stop talking and stare back…now, at any other point I would've allowed myself to get lost into his cocoa brown eyes - and I'm not going to lie, I probably would've melted too. But the confusion and wonder kept me from doing so. Why was he here? For as long as I can remember - meaning about 3 weeks - I have never really conversed with Embry. Sure, I've seen him around, and probably sometime during that adventure of time we could have exchanged hi's. But if we did, I didn't remember. Embry was…Embry. I didn't know him, and I'm almost positive he didn't know me.

"Embry?" I asked, swallowing nervously as I glanced at him one last time before fully looking away.

And during that small break of looking away from Embry's beautiful eyes, I've come to notice just how interesting my lamp looked. I mean, the switch was under the lamp shade, not on the cord. How nutty, huh? Out stretching my hand I fiddled with the switch, not once twisting it too hard to actually turn off the light, but just light enough to become familiar with the way it turned. And all the while whilst I was having my fun with the lamp switch, a beautiful man - as to which I had no clue why he was there in the first place - was staring at me.

After about a minute I mustered enough courage to actually look back at him.

"Embry…" I trailed off, my eyes traveling across his whole face. Memorizing the upturn of his lips when he smiled slightly, the permanent dimple in his left cheek, the way a little curly piece of brown hair hung right over his right eye - not enough to cover it of course, but enough to know it was there - he really was gorgeous. Not that I'd speak that information aloud because…well, I had Paul - my imprint. But that didn't mean I couldn't, you know, notice the beauty of other guys, right? Quite frankly, every guy in the pack had their own little pretty quirk. But Embry…he was…wow.

"Why are you here?" I asked quietly, restraining the urge to move that pesky little piece of hair that was still hanging in his face. And by the encouraging look in Embry's eyes, you could obviously tell that he wanted me to. Why? Well, that still remains a mystery, so don't ask me.

"I wanted to see you." He murmured quietly, his eyes glued on mine, only to flicker down by my lips every few seconds. Through and through, the smart girl of me would've told him to get out, but the dumb girl - who is quite present most of the time…sadly - decided, what the hell? What could one kiss do? Ahh, but see, this is where the smart girl kicks in.

Kiss! Kiss! I can't believe I just thought of kiss. Just because he's openly staring at my lips does not mean he's going to kiss me. But…oh wait. Yes, yes it does. Because I've dated enough guys to know that they focus on one thing at a time - I don't know, I think their just born with short attention spans. For example, when they're eating; they eat, not pay attention to you. And when they're in a heated moment with a girl…well…yeah, you get it. And right now Embry Call has focused his attention on my lips. And being an imprint and all, I know it's wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. But the girl part of me that usually openly played the field of very good looking guys is hoping that for some drug induced reason that both Embry and I accidentally kiss. At this moment the loyal part of me - A.K.A; smart girl - is constantly mentioning Paul. Paul, Paul, Paul…his lips. Those are deliciously red and scrumptious, and his beautiful black hair, short enough to stay out of his beautiful face, but long enough to be tousled and capable of having my hands weave through it when we're kissing. Ahh yes, Paul.

And his cocoa brown eyes-

Crap! No, no, his wonderful emerald green eyes are…

Ugh, those stupid brown eyes…and Embry. Why does he keep staring at me like that? Doesn't he know I'm trying not to jump his bones? That I'm trying to remember Paul. My Imprint. The guy that Quileute magic had decided is my faithful partner…that I belonged to him. It wasn't fair that I still got to imagine other guys while Paul didn't get to imagine other girls…

This made no freaking sense.

"Embry, what are you doing here at 2 in the morning?" I asked again quietly, sitting up straighter as I carefully moved away from him, not once missing the way his hopeful brown eyes crumbled slightly. Did he think I really was that easy? I know what I did in the past…but I was human then - okay, so I'm still human. So what? Now I'm Imprinted and to Paul. Paul, deliciously sweet, cocky, sexy Paul. Get it? He's mine. Mine! What girl can say that? And yet…here I am, trying not to kiss his pack brother? Crap, maybe I really am a whore.

Well that's not good.

"I wanted to see you. You know, we never really get to talk when you're around Paul all the time." I'm not stupid, I noticed the slight slither in his voice when he spoke of Paul. Almost as if the plague itself was engraved in his name. It wasn't very comforting…but as ashamed as I am to say this; it was kind of hott. I've never really stuck around with one guy long enough to experience jealousy. All I'm really familiar with was hatred or disgust, or maybe even indifference. It's not like men get attached to women that much. And when I hopped from one guy to another - none of them seemed to care. It all seemed that we all had the same goal.

Hit it and quit it.

As childish and revolting as that saying is, it's true. But Paul has been…different. The moment I moved to La Push I expected to be a completely different person. I was still going to date, believe me, but this time I didn't want to be known as the "whore" or "slut". Instead I was careful in who I chose. I made sure that I actually really liked the guy instead of his looks. Yeah…that didn't turn out too well. Actually, it didn't turn out at all. There was a lot of good looking guys…but personality wise? It was a lost cause. They were either too pushy, too annoying, too clingy, or were just plain rude. I guess for a girl like me - as you know, a whore - I set a pretty high standard.

But who wouldn't? Every girl is looking for her perfect match. And at 17, I'd like to think that I was able to do the same. And my perfect match…? Well, he had to be…perfect. I know, I know; "nobodies perfect." Yeah, yeah, that freaking Hannah Montana song pretty much set that fact. But I still looked. I talked to and set up a date with almost every guy imaginable. And then…he was there.

Paul.

Now, I've dated quite a few Paul's…but this one? Crap, he beat all in a heart beat. Blink of an eye, a millisecond even! He didn't even compare to all the douche's I've dated. He was - yep, you guessed it - perfect.

And here I was, contemplating whether or not to kiss his pack mate, to kiss Embry. I felt icky. Gross even. This was the ultimate betrayal. I've never cheated, I mean, I got through guys - sure - but I don't cheat. That's just…wrong. Was I really actually going to think of kissing Embry?

No.

You see, times like this I love it when the smart Leigh kicks in. Dumb Leigh would've been all for it…but ever since I started to date Paul, well, I've become more faithful. And holy crap am I glad for that.

"Paul's my imprint Embry. I can't, no, I won't do this to him." Embry sighed sadly, slumping back so his back was against the wall. Originally any other girl would've felt some form of guilt for making sweet little Embry sad and all…but me? I couldn't find it in me to feel bad. Here he was way too early in the morning for my liking to try and seduce me? To get me to cheat on Paul? It was beyond evil.

And, again, despite my sudden disgust, I had to give him props. The plan was brilliant. But no, I won't do this. Not now, not when everything started to get better.

But what life could I have with Embry? Shit. No! Just…no.

"I know Leigh, I didn't expect you to," Embry sighed, taking his hand off his face before looking to his left; at my closet, "but damn it, if it did-"

"It won't." I hastily replied, swallowing nervously. Of course it won't, I just have to play it cool and…yeah, everything will be alright.

"I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" He trailed off, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I'm sorry, Leigh. I really am. But today when I saw you…I- I felt something." So here is where the guilt kicks in. I don't know why, but it did. Did him not being able to kiss me actually cause him this much stress? If it did…damn, I'm hotter than I thought. Okay, sorry, not the main point.

"Lust?" I tried, giving him a sheepish smile as he glanced over at me. I expected him to just nod his head sadly while adding a quiet "maybe" to the guess, but all I got was a hard look of intensity and a firm shake of the head.

Turns out this was a big problem.

"Not lust," he said firmly, giving me a gentle smirk that was enough to make my heart beat do all kinds of crazy things, "something more. Something stronger." He finished, taking a hesitant but steady step towards me. And guess what? The smart Leigh in all of this seemed to have melted into obliteration, because the next thing I know my stupid little bobble head nods in okay, which only encourages Embry to walk forward more.

I'm screwed. I can't stop it now, can I?

"Embry, this isn't fair to Paul." Just the mention of his name was enough to make Embry jerk back from coming any closer, his eyes flashing with some unrecognizable expression.

"Paul? What has Paul ever done for me?" He hissed, an ounce - more like a gallon - of bitterness lacing his words, more potently showing when he said Paul's name. Seriously, I really do think Embry thought Paul's name has the plague. Or maybe some other horrid disease unknown to mankind. Who knows?

"Well, what has Paul ever done to you?" There, that's the logic that comes to me every once and awhile. Pretty impressive, huh? Or…not. You know, whatever.

"He's a dick." My eye brows flew up. Embry was willing to do…whatever this is, just because of how Paul acts? I know he may not be a total Mr. Nice Guy, but he's not that bad. Remember; he's perfect.

"Look Embry, if this is just because of how Paul treats you then I want you to leave." Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that bold statement deserved a very enthusiastic high five. I mean, I felt pretty proud of myself.

"But it's not. Shit, Leigh. I felt something. I don't know what it was, but it's been bugging me. All night all I can think of is you. Your hair, eyes, smile, laugh, the way you separate all of your food pieces on your plate without even knowing it, or when you rub your neck when you're bored. It's just been there. In my head. All night, I noticed every little detail, every little knack you do. I keep seeing you everywhere." I blinked, nodding along as Embry ranted about everything I can remember doing that night. He even got it down to the amount of times I braided my hair. It was…weird.

"That must've been annoying." I agreed, giving him a sympathetic smile as he let out a huge huff of air as if he just ran a marathon.

"Tell me about it." He grumbled. I scoffed, feeling a bit offended. What, was it that bad to think about me? Damn, Paul must really be suffering. Oh…Paul.

"No! No…I just meant, it was annoying that I couldn't do anything about it. You were with Paul the whole night. Kissing Paul, hugging Paul, cuddling with Paul. It pissed me off!" Wow. That's some intense stuff right there. I clicked my tongue, the tension that surrounded us moments ago almost completely vanished. Right now it felt like I was bonding with him. You know, just…talking. It was a new experience. The closest Paul and I come to talking is mostly flirting. But now I'm listening to Embry vent about his frustrations. It was like I was the new Oprah or some hott shit like that.

"What does that mean then? You have a crush on me?" Embry shook his head, not hesitating once as he moved closer, and quite frankly, I didn't really notice him move closer. But the next thing I know is he's sitting right next to me on my bed, his hand in mine.

"No…Leigh, I think I imprinted on you." Not. Possible.

"How does that work? I'm Paul's imprint." Embry winced at that, without thinking I rubbed a calm circle on the back of his hand with my thumb watching him relax under my touch.

Just a little pixie dust and…

Uh, never mind.

"I don't know." He mumbled, covering his face with his hands. I gently moved my arm around his shoulders, hugging the rather large man to my small body. Honestly? It would've looked really weird to anyone who would casually glance over - not that there was anyone to glance, but, you know…just…if it happened anywhere else it would look really off.

"Should we talk to the council?"

"No!" I jumped back in alarm, actually feeling Embry's body shake. That…was weird. Paul never let me touch him when he shakes, all he does is shoot off into the distance. But now that I actually felt it…well, it was a bit of a turn on. It was wrong of me to think that, but it was true. And you can't hide the truth. At least not in your thoughts, but if anyone asked me about it I'd lie. Lie like nobodies business. And it wasn't anybodies business either, it was mine. Perhaps Embry's too…but mostly mine.

"Why?" My grip tightened on Embry's hand, making him stop shaking and look at me in shock before the slightest smile graced his lips.

"Because…because they wouldn't let me have you. They'd say you belong to Paul because he imprinted on you first. And I don't want to lose you. Not entirely. If Paul or anyone knew, they'd go out of their way just to make sure I wouldn't look at you, let alone touch…" Embry trailed off, memorized as he took his sweet time to drag one of his fingers down my bare arm, his eyes watching my arm intently as goose bumps began to rise.

"And I know you feel the same way as me Leigh. Now that I've come…you'll think about me. And you won't want the council to know either." Too far, this is going way too far. I felt dirty, even hooker-ish. No wonder I was called a whore. I couldn't seem to detach myself from the male species, and if you amplify the hottness of said species I was a goner. And right here is Embry Call. Saying that he imprinted on me. Two hott guys, both amazing, imprinted…on me? Shit, I'm glad I moved to La Push.

"But Paul-"

"He doesn't have to know." Oh yes he does. He'll know. He can smell lies and betrayal from a mile away.

…I think.

"But I love-"

"And now you'll love me too. Leigh, I've only really looked at you that one night, and now I can't stop. I love you." Yep, definitely too far.

"Embry, you don't-"

"You'll love me too. Sooner or later." He insisted, a cocky little smirk settling on his features.

"Damn it boy! Would you quit cutting me off?" I seethed, glaring as he smiled down at me affectionately.

"Sure." He replied calmly, tucking a loose piece of blonde hair behind my ear. Which reminds me…I glanced at the brown piece of curly hair, still hanging in his face. Ugh, I'm going to regret doing this, I know I will. Letting out an annoyed huff I gently swatted the piece away, frustrated with the way Embry grinned triumphantly.

"I knew you liked me. Now that you know." Boys, they're so stupid sometimes.

"No. It was just annoying me." Partly the truth, but not the whole truth I admit. I did secretly want to know how silky his hair felt compared to Paul's. And…they were practically a dead tie. How boys manage to keep their hair so silky is beyond me, but they manage. And damn, do I appreciate that.

"I'm sure it was." Cocky little bastard.

"Embry, I really think we should go to the council about this. Maybe you didn't imprint on me, it could be just some freak wolf thing. Maybe you're lonely. Hey! I have an idea. Let's go out to a club, pick you up a nice looking girl. How about it?" I nudged him suggestively, wriggling my eye brows. He just shook his head, giving me an amused smile.

"You of all people should know that plans not going to work. But I appreciate you trying." Trying? No, this thing was going to work whether he liked it or not. I was not going to betray Paul this way. No with his own pack mate.

"Embry. This is a bad idea, and you know it. It's not going to happen." Embry rolled his eyes, obviously feeling comfortable with the fact that I was rejecting him. Did he think I was joking? Just because I removed that little bugger of a hair? I mean, it was right there! What else was I suppose to do?

"You'll change your mind…" He trailed off, running his hand through my hair. I closed my eyes, trying not to moan at his touch. "Right after this…" And with that, his lips touched mine.

Yup, I was screwed.