Author's note: So yeah, my first Twilight fic. I wanted to try a plot line that wasn't overused. That whole, a troubled girl with a past moves to La Push/Forks and he imprints and she denies him at first but then falls madly in love with him. So yeah I tried. Tell me what you think.
She shot up suddenly, sitting up straight in the bed. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. She glanced around the room, not reconizing any of its features. Her mind raced. A breeze drifted across the room from an open window. She looked at the window, noticed the long blue curtain blowing and the waves crashing against the shore. Water? Why would water be near a hotel room? Then something clicked in her mind. California. A chill ran down her back, and she wrapped her arms around herself. She glanced around the room and noticed clothes were scattered across the floor. Male and female garments littered the carpet. She stared hard at a red shirt that was near the bed. Then something clicked. Her eyes widened and she looked down at the bed for the first time. A man, obviously Native American, slept soundly beside her. Mayflower? She could only guess that all of his clothes were mixed with hers on the floor. Instinctively she jumped up, to get dressed and leave as quickly as she possibly could.
As she moved to stand up, her foot caught on the sheet that entangled them both. Instead of standing up, stable on her feet, she collapsed onto the floor, jerking the sheet completely off the bed and accidentally throwing it across the room. She landed flat on her face sprawled nude, just as the man jerked awake, sitting up suddenly just as she did only minutes earlier. He looked around the room frantically, still obviously sleep absorbed. "What? What happened?"
"Happened." She cursed silently to herself, as she reached for the clothes nearest to her and began to lift herself up off the floor. "My life hasto be one of those 'you had to be there' jokes." She gathered her clothes, keeping her back to him and muttering incoherant phrases. Even though she instinctivly knew what had transpired between them the night before she was still feeling strangely self-conscious. It was probably the fact that she could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head. She sighed and turned around to him, making sure to still keep herself covered. "Look I'm not thrilled about this whole situation either, but that doesn't mean you can......." It wasn't until then did she notice the actual look in his eyes. Her breath shuddered and she felt her face get hot. "I've always hated turkey." She mummbled to herself, as she broke away from his gaze. She quickly put the clothes she gathered on, no matter whose they were and she stood up, heading towards the door.
"Wait! I didn't catch your name." He literally jumped out of the bed, a look of panic written all over his face.
She stopped with her hand on the doorknob. She didn't dare look at him. "That's because the curtains are blue." She paused. "And I didn't give it to you." She walked out of the room without turning back. Running a hand through her hair, she navigated her way through the hotel, trying to find her way back to her room.
She finaly reached her room, slipped inside and closed the door quickly behind her. "Hey, there you are. We were wondering where he had gone off to; hoping that you hadn't smoothed talked yourself into any trouble. " Vrael joked once he noticed her in the room. She laid her head on her knees as a response. "What?"
She laughed. "Funny you should say that. Trouble. Trouble. Trouble. Trouble. Yeah, I found trouble. Trouble was lying in the bed next to me in the form of Squanto." She laughed again, as she shrieked, pacing the room.
He raised an eyebrow. "Squanto, eh?"
"I had sex." She stated, her face turning strangely serious and her eyes grew wide.
"You did what?" He asked, just as Lycan walked into the room.
"I had sex!" She shrieked suddenly causing Vrael and Lycan to jump. She then laughed, sitting on a bed. "I slept with Squanto. And I don't even remember any of it. And I -" She cut herself off as she noticed her hand that she hand been waving in front of her hand. "Oh, son of a batch of cookies."
"What?" Lycan asked, going to sit beside her hysterical sister.
Alma looked at Lycan, wide eyed. "I think I'm married."
Vrael could help but laugh. "Well, at least you waited until after marriage."
Lycan gave him a stern look, while Alma did not even seem to notice. "This is hardly the time for such things." Lycan scolded. She pulled her arms around Alma's shoulders. "Don't worry, honey. We'll get you out of this. All we have to do is go to a courthouse and get it anulled. So, what was this guys name?"
"Name. Name. Name. Uh, Squanto?" Alma answered, raising an eyebrow at Lycan.
"You don't know his name?" Vrael asked, walking to stand in front of the two women.
"I am supposed to?" Alma answered once again with a question, gazing up at Vrael.
"You? No. I don't expect you to know. Probably can't remember that anyway." He took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "Well, you know what they sat; When life gives you lemons-"
"Who is this 'Life' person anyway? And why is he throwing lemons at people?" Alma interrupted. "And if your lemonade didn't have any sugar, that would be some pretty sucky lemonade. Just like my life."
"Honey, if the world didn't suck we'd all fall off." Lycan soothed.
"Yeah, but-" She turned to Lycan, a frantic look on her face. "But the curtains were blue!"
She drowned out everything other than the sound of the waves. They were relaxing, and constant. Never ceasing, never changing, and it gave her comfort. The waves sounded the same this morning, during that awkward silence. During that intense look, almost like she was the one most precious, beautiful, rare creature in all existance. It scared her more than was willing to admit. That a weird look from a one night stand could be filled with so much emotion. She refused to acknowledge that the look might have been filled with the L-word.
She opened her eyes and looked up at the sky. This trip had been so much more that she ever wanted, and she was beginning to regret that she let her friends talk her into coming to California. It will be good for you, they said. It will help you relax, forget about your hetic life, they said. Yeah the fuck right. Now she just had an imensely larger situation on her hands, compared to homework and dance classes and accidentally confusing her medication. She decided that this would be the last damn vacation she ever went on. She sighed and sat up, deciding to look at the waves she had been listening to. She had no idea what she was going to do.
As she looked out at the ocean and pondered her presently crumbling world, she felt a prescense wash over her. It wasn't until then she noticed that something was blocking out the sun. As she turned toward the source to investigate, she jumped. The person was a lot closer than she had originally thought. She leaned back to look at the person's face, only to realize that it was the object of her worry, looking at her with a variation of that look. "We need to talk." He said suddenly.
Alma flinched, a look of distaste clearly on her face. "Squanto?" She asked seriously.
He raised an eyebrow. "What?" He shook his head, after her expression remained unchanging, and his face turned placid. "Come on." He motioned as he walked away, aparently confident that she would follow. She debated about just running the opposite way as fast as she could to avoid the whole situation. She finally thought better of it; from his build it looked like he could outrun anyone. She sighed and stood up, taking her towel with her. She trudged up the beach to where he was waiting for her as slowly as she could, hoping he would somehow change his mind about the conversation they were about to have, but as he stood at the top of the beach, he looked like he was willing to wait forever. She sighed once again and slowed her pace even further. I should've just ran. After all, I am faster than 80% of all snakes. This was a mistake.
Finally making it next to him she stopped and looked at him with the best bored expression she could com up with. He didn't seem to notice. "Let me take you out to lunch." He blurted out.
Alma raised her eyeborws. "I don't know you."
"I know that. That's why I want to take you out, so we can talk." He explained.
"We can talk right here." She retorted. He suddenly looked resigned and frantic.
"Fine." As he looked at her, his eyes seemed to burn her with the amount of passion he was portraying. "What's your name?"
She sighed. "Well, sometimes when people ask me that I have to think about whether or not I will answer because some people think it's an odd name even though I don't really, because my mom gave it to me and I think my dad helped but it's as good a name as any in my opinion but yeah it's Alma."
His eyebrows furrowed for a moment as she spoke, but when she finished he smiled wider than she thought possible. "Alma." He spoke softly, as if testing out her name. "I'm Embry." She nodded in response, somewhat glad that she could finally put a name to the face.
"Listen, Embry." She started before he could continue. "I'm sure you'll understand when I say that this whole thing needs to be fixed as soon as possible."
"No, no. I completely agree. That was another reason I wanted to take you out, so we could take about what we were going to do." He cut in, seeming to understand.
She let out a breath she hadn't been aware that she had been holding. "Agree. Well, at least we're getting somewhere." She shifted her feet, thinking as she looked over at her friends. They obviously figured out what there conversation was about. She looked back at Embry. "Listen. Why don't I meet you in the lobby in an hour and we'll have lunch."
He smiled widely again. "Great. Sounds like a plan."
"Okay, well, I'll see you then, I guess." She said, walking down the beach to where her friends had grouped together. She thought she heard him say "Bye," as she left, but she didn't turn around to find out or respond. Once she reached the circle of people, they all looked at her expectantly. "So, you know that one thing that happened that one time to that one girl?"
"Yeah. Why?" Vrael answered after thinking for a minute.
"Well I was thinking about that a while ago and me and Squanto are going to fix all of this over lunch today." She explained, gathering the rest of her things, ready to go back to the hotel with them.
Lycan giggled. "I don't know Al. He doesn't look like that bad of a catch. You could've been stuck with someone that looked much worse. Hell, almost everyone looks inferior to him. You might as well stay with him."
Alma rolled her eyes. "You can have him if you want him."
"She's good." Gabriel assured, throwing an arm around Lycan's shoulders.
"Good. Yeah, I'm sure." Alma mummbled. She did hate to admit it, but Lycan was right: it could have been a lot worse. Still, she sighed. Life was a lot easier when boys had cooties.
Author's Note: So there it is. Please review. Feel free to flame/give constructive criticism/ask questions/just tell me what you thought. All is appreciated!
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