A story about Embry and one of my characters, Michelle. I tried to write Embry as much in character as I could but it became hard lol I love Embry so don't hate me, Embry fans! I tried lol Enjoy everyone and if you like it and want more chapters review and let me know! Rated M for language and later LEMONS!

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I didn't go to clubs. I didn't like them. Yet here I was, at a club, thanks to Rachel and Paul. They liked to go out, have fun. I didn't. I mean, I'm not boring I just prefer staying home and watching movies on my nights off from patrolling. I liked being on my own, in my own head and not surrounded by drunk, sweaty people and loud music.

"Embry, at least look like you're enjoying yourself!" Rachel shouted over the thumping music. I smiled at her and took gulp of my beer in an effort to please her. She eyed me, as if to say "good try Embry Call". Rachel rolled her eyes, whispered in Paul's ear and then grabbed my large, rough hand with her smaller, smoother one. Trying to drag me to the dancefloor in vien.

"Nooo!" I shook my head, hoping she would leave me alone to sit at the bar. My pleading eyes turned to Paul but he just laughed and shoved me in Rachel's direction. I had lost. Rachel wasn't giving up and Paul wouldn't help me. I reluctantly let myself be dragged to the dancefloor.

Rachel stopped in the middle of a crowd of girls I had seen arive together. Ah, this is her game. Rachel was trying to set me up with someone, so I would "enjoy myself", I guessed. She began swaying and bobbing her head to the music, smiling at my annoyance.

Ever since we were young Rachel had been the one who always tried to make me more confident. When I was ten and the twins were nearly fourteen, Rebecca had been teasing me about how shy I was, so Rachel stepped in and dragged me away, telling me although Rebecca was right, I should ignore her. We laughed and talked all afternoon on the beach together. Jacob thought I was weird, hanging out with his big sister rather than him. Since then Rachel loved trying to break me out of my "shell".

She grabbed my shoulders and shook me as hard as she could, making very little impact on my body. I swayed a little, bobbing my head to. I laughed at my own uncomfort. One of the girls from the group placed her hand on my arm, smiling up at me and beckoning me to dance with her. Rachel pushed me into her, luckily for the tiny girl my body stayed quite still. If it hadn't I wouldn't have most likely crushed her. She wasn't really my type. She was no bigger than 5'4, with a skinny frame, dark red hair and a lot of make up.

I danced with her anyway, the best I could. She smiled at me a lot, which gave me the hint that she was looking for more than dancing. After the song finished I leaned down and whispered that I had to get back to my friends and I would see her later on. I didn't plan on finding her later on but I also didn't want her to follow me. She nodded, smiling at me again. I headed back to the bar, finding Rachel was back at the bar, talking with some girl. Sitting down next to Paul, I ordered another beer.

"How did dancing go?" Paul asked, trying to contain his laughter. I rolled my eyes and ignored his question, turning my attention to Rachel and the other girl.

"Who's that?" I asked, curious to who Rachel was talking to.

"A friend of Rachel's from college," he told me, shrugging as though he didn't have much idea either. I nodded at him in acknowledgement, secretly focused on this girl. She was really good looking. Much better than the girl from the dancefloor.

She had wavy, shoulder length, blonde hair and was at leat 5'7. She wore dark skinny jeans and a Rolling Stones top, the bottom half was shredded so some of her stomach was visible. I noted she wore flats, which pleased me to know she was naturally tall. I liked tall girls. She was curvy too, not skinny like the girl from the dancefloor. I also liked curvy girls. I caught a few glimpses of her face. She had little make up on, that I could see, just a little eyeliner and mascara. She was perfect for me, physically. The way she talked freely with Rachel, though, made me think she was much more confident than me. That told me I wasn't her type. Why did I have to be so shy?

Paul started talking about basketball and I listened, commenting here and there. I was still sneaking glances at this girl though. I saw that she had a small nose stud, it shined in the club lights. Her ears had at least five piercings too. She was...sexy.

"Who do you think is gonna win that one?" Paul's question brought me back to focusing on him.

"I'm not sure," I replied, shrugging. I didn't hear the subject of the question so I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Well the Lakers have a few injuries at the moment so maybe Heat will win again."

Basketball. I shrugged again, downing the last of my beer and standing from my stool.

"I think I'm gonna head home," I shouted, which gained Rachel's attention.

"Oh no you don't!" She jumped from her chair and yanked my jacket from my hand, surprising her friend. "You're staying! You haven't even been introduced yet." Rachel indicated her friend, placing my jacket under her ass and sitting back down.

I rolled my eyes at Rachel, who knew full well I wouldn't leave without my favourite jacket. Turning towards her friend, I smiled nervously. I hated introducing myself. Twenty two years old and I was still the same as I was in Middle School.

"Embry," I yelled, holding out my hand for her to shake. She took it, laughing at mine and Rachel's "argument"...or my anxiousness.

"Michelle. Nice to meet you Embry." Michelle. That was a nice name. It suited her.

She let go of my hand, to my disappointment. I felt the sudden urge to touch her.

What is up with me?

Yes, I'm a man, I find girls attractive and want to have sex with them, but never before had I felt the need to touch a girl as much as I did now. There was something about her.

"Rachel," she shouted over to her. "What about we go some place else? Where we can actually talk!"

Rachel looked towards me, as if I was to blame, but nodded. "Come on Paul, let's get out of here!"

The four of us ended up at a smaller, quieter bar down the street. It was nearly midnight when Rachel decided she should head home. She knew Paul had patrol tomorrow and needed his sleep. Me and Michelle had talked a little, I found out she was visiting her Grandparents who were Quileute and lived on the reservation. She'd arrived in Forks earlier that evening and planned on having one drink then heading to see them. Seeing Rachel changed those plans though.

"Do you want to stay at our place tonight?" Rachel asked her, knowing she would have to get a hotel room now that her Grandparents had gone to bed.

"Nah, I'm good thanks. Got some extra cash with me and I don't wanna intrude. You guys go home, I'll stay here and watch the end of this game." There was a soccer game on the TV inside the bar but I knew she wasn't really watching it.

"Well, okay. As long as you're sure," Rachel shrugged into her jacket. "Embry will stay with you until you leave."

Looks like I'm staying then.

"No, no! You can go home too. I'll be fine," Michelle argued but even I didn't want her being left alone.

"It's cool. I wanna watch the game too." I hated soccer. I asked the waitress for another beer and a Vodka Coke for Michelle, showing her I was definitely staying. She shook her head at me, most likely annoyed she was being babysat.

"We're heading off now," Rachel hugged Michelle goodbye and waved over to me.

"See ya later Em," Paul waved too. "Nice meeting you Michelle."

Then there was two.

"I don't need anyone to look after me," Michelle told me, pointedly. I laughed softly.

"I can tell." She smiled at my comment. She had a great smile and great teeth. "But I wanted another drink and I know what Forks can be like on a Saturday night. I just want to make sure you get to a hotel room safe and sound."

The waitress brought us our drinks and Michelle took a large gulp of hers.

"If you say so Embry."

I liked her personality. She was confident, but not big headed. She was fierce, yet not bitchy. And she just oozed sexiness.

Because of my magical abilities to turn into a giant wolf, I wasn't affected by alcohol but I felt drunk. My confidence had risen and I was actually joking with this stranger, standing my ground with her about leaving. I must have been drunk on her.

An hour and two drinks later, Michelle was ready to leave. I could tell she was drunk, she even admitted it, but she knew what she was doing.

"Where are you staying?" I asked her, handing money to the man behind the bar.

"Northen Rock. It's a couple of miles away, I'll get a cab and pick my bike up in the morning," she told me, running her fingers through her blonde hair. She picked her phone out of the pocket of her leather jacket and asked the barman for a number of a cab company.

"It's okay, I'll take you. I've only had two drinks and my truck is just down the street from here." Well I'd had about five drinks but I wasn't even tipsy, which would usually suck.

She looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. About how much I've had to drink and about taking you," I confirmed.

Michelle nodded and headed out the door, shivering when she stepped into the cold.

"Why is it so damn cold here?" Her accent told me she was from the south somewhere but I hadn't asked her where abouts.

"It's Washington. We're near Canada, you know. Where are you from anyway?" We talked as we made the short walk to my beat up old Chevy. It'd give Bella's old truck a run for it's money on the "shit" compartment. But just like Bella, I loved my truck.

Michelle told me she was from Georgia, born and raised. Her father was Quileute and her mother blonde, which is why she didn't look at all Quileute. Except for her tan skin. We talked about her Grandparents and I realised I knew them, they owned the store my mom worked at.

"So is it just you and your mom?" We were now in my truck and heading for the hotel. The atmosphere had calmed as we came down from the high of a night out. A night out I had eventually enjoyed.

I must tell Rachel just how much I enjoyed myself.

"Yeah, she's great though. So do you work?" I didn't want to talk about the man who donated his sperm for me. Whoever he was.

"Yeah, I'm the girl who answers the phone and takes appointments at a garage," she laughed. "And yourself?"

I laughed too, "I work in a garage as well. I fix up the vehicles though. Didn't you say you had a bike earlier? A motorbike?"

"Yeah, it was my friend's bike but he gave it to me. Doesn't need it any more. It was rundown but my boss fixed it up for nothin'."

"Nice," I commented. A girl with a bike. Maybe she was more like me than I first thought. "I only have a dirt bike at the moment but I'm saving for a new one. Me and my friends use to fix 'em up all the time in Rachel's brother, Jake's, garage. Me, him and our friend Quil. I got a piece of shit dirt bike from a neighbour which we fixed up. Jake is good with fixing stuff up , I learned a lot from him."

Why was I talking so freely with her? I never talked like this with anyone, not even the guys.

"That's real cool. I learned a lot from my friend too, he was good at fixing things." She laughed, a beautiful and happy laugh. "Can't say he was good at much else though, like keeping in contact." She shook her head, she didn't look sad though. Her eyes said she didn't mind, for whatever reason.

I turned into the car park of the hotel, much too soon.

"Am I gonna see you around La Push?" Michelle's voice sounded nervous. How ironic that she was nervous and I wasn't.

Another thing I'd have to tell Rachel.

"Yeah, I go visit my mom a lot when she's working. You'll probably see me in your Grandparents store."

She smiled, "Could I get your number? Maybe, while I'm here, you could show me around or something. I haven't been since I was little."

She wanted my number. My heartbeat quickened as I tried to hide my blush. No girl had ever asked for my number. Come to think of it, I'd never really given any girls the chance to ask. I avoided girls, in case I embarrassed myself.

"Sure."

After we'd swapped numbers she jumped out of the truck. I watched her wave and run inside the hotel as the rain started to pour. I let the nights events sink in before I restarted the truck and headed back to my little house in La Push. Thanks to my mom, who added to my savings, I'd had enough money to buy myself my own place. It was nice, although small. It had two little bedrooms, a living room big enough for one sofa and a TV and a kitchen, which, in all honesty, I didn't use that much so I didn't mind that it was tiny.

When I finally made it home it was past two o'clock. I stripped to my boxers and climbed into bed, plugging my phone into the charger. I wanted to text Michelle and ask her if she got to her room okay but I didn't have to.

You did a good job babysitting tonight. I'm in my room and ready to sleep, safe and sound. Thanks, I had a good time. Night Embry. Hope to see you soon. :) M xx

A smile stretched across my face as I read her text message. What was it about her that ignited this inside me? I felt like a teenage girl. It scared me and excited me at the same time. I nearly forgot to text her back, but I eventually snapped out of my thoughts.

Glad to hear you're okay. I had a good time too. :) You will see me soon. Goodnight. Sleep well. Em.

I suddenly thought of something.

Do you want me to pick you up and take you to your bike tomorrow? I got nothing to do and it saves you paying for a cab. ?

For a few minutes I thought she had fallen asleep, which made me weirdly sad that I wouldn't hear from her again tonight. But soon enough my phone ting'd and lit up.

Good :) and yeah, that'd be great thanks. I have to be out of here for 1 so could you come for then? If not I'll just get a cab, don't worry. xx

Yeah, I'll be there. See you tomorrow Michelle :)

See ya then :) xx

I fell asleep with Michelle in my thoughts, smiling to myself like an idiot. I couldn't wait to see her again.

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