A/N: The second chapter is here. Enjoy.

The Wish

I decided to just walk home instead of taking a cab. I needed the air to clear my head. I spent days making that stupid dream catcher to get her to pay attention to me for once. But, as usual, she only paid attention to Cullen. It just didn't make sense to me.

I continued walking, with no destination in mind. My feet were already numb, maybe after a couple more miles my mind will be too.

The sky was darkening and the street lights came on in unison. The temperature must have dropped five degrees since this morning when I had gone to see Bella. La Push beach came into view, what a sight for sore eyes.

It instantly brought back memories of when Bella and I would play here. I remember one time we were racing along the edge of the beach by the water. Like always there were pieces of driftwood strewn here and there across the beach. Bella wasn't looking where she was going and she tripped over a big piece of wood. On the way down, she twisted her ankle and cut the entire length of her knee. Typical Bella.

It was a tossup over what would make her faint first: the pain in her ankle or the blood from the cut.

I carries her all the way home to my house that day so Billy could help her.

She hasn't changed much since we were little. She was always a lot smaller than me, always pale. I guess a good word for it would be fragile but if I was to say that to her, she'd throw a fit.

I sat down on the nearest piece of drift wood and dug my hands further into my pockets. The beach was dark except for the crescent moon hanging above the ocean.

Not much later I heard the crunching of footsteps behind me.

"Hey Jake," said a deep, husky familiar voice.

I turned in my seat. "Hi Embry," I turned back to face the relatively calm ocean.

"How did it go?" Embry asked sitting on the piece of driftwood I offered him.

I shrugged.

"It went that well huh?" He asked staring out at the ocean now.

I chuckled lowly to myself. "I definitely imagined it going better."

"Isn't that the way it usually goes?"

There was a comfortable silence between us then, both of us not saying a word. The only sound was the lapping of the waves against the beach.

Embry leaned his back against the large trunk of a tree and stared up at the sky. "Well, that's a miracle."

"What is?"

"The stars are out. You hardly ever see that."

"I've heard that rumor too," I couldn't help but be sarcastic. "I live here too you know. There's no need to state the obvious."
He shrugged. "Ever since Bella came back you've seemed kinda out of it. You never seemed like the type to make time for trivial things like stars."

I leaned back to get a better look at him. "Why would I? They've never helped before. Why pay attention to them?"

"Because they're nice to look at. Rumor has it that the first star you see you can make a wish on and it'll come true."

I snorted. "I think one of my ex-girlfriends said that exact same thing to me a couple of years ago."

He leaned forward slightly. "Now why would you say that?"
"Because you sound like a total girl right now," I couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you plan on kissing me under the stars in the moonlight big boy?" Embry nudged my elbow with his and fluttered his eyelashes at me.

I rolled my eyes. "You know, I've always dreamed of the day when I would kiss you. Not Bella, but you."

"I knew it! It was a plot to get closer to me and get my guard down all along!"

I laughed along with Embry. He always managed to find a way to lighten the mood.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward so my elbows and forearms were resting on my knees. I looked for the nearest star and kept my eyes on it.

"If I was to wish for anything, I'd wish for Edward Cullen to leave Bella the hell alone so I could at least have my chance with her. Just one chance, that's all I'd need."

I could feel Embry getting up from beside me. "You never know, it may come true."

"Yeah, I hope you're right."

"So am I" he lightly punched me in the arm. "See you later man."

I nodded once, never taking my eyes off the star. If only life was easy enough that all you had to do is wish on a star.

I don't have any idea how long I stared up at that star, thinking about the wish I made.

By the time I decided to go home, I was half-frozen and Billy had already gone to bed. I pulled a T.V. Dinner out of the freezer and popped it into the microwave. I was never the "cooking" type. Getting or making dinner consisted of getting take-out or sticking something in the microwave. Nothing more, nothing less.

I always loved eating homemade food when my mom was around. She always made the best Italian foods. But after my mom died and my sisters left, it's been T.V. dinners almost every night since. I don't know how to cook anything better.

The microwave beeped and I pulled back the plastic. I ate in silence, the only company I had was Lucy and Ricky Ricardo in an old "I Love Lucy" rerun.

My mind kept going over the day's events and I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that tomorrow wouldn't be any better.