I Do Not Own Twilight or anything associated to Stephanie Meyers. I own only my original character.
Emma (POV)
My plane finally lands in Forks and I rush through the Airport to grab my luggage and get a Taxi. I contemplated getting a car when I got here, but it's a pretty small town and I'd rather walk to where I need to go. Burns more calories that way.
We finally pull up to the house and I'm so excited I barely remember to pay the driver. I hand him $40.00 and then step out of the car. I walk around to the trunk to grab the rest of my things when I hear someone running up to me.
"Hey you need any help there?" This stranger asks walking up to stand right next to me.
I turn my head and look at him.
Wow.
He could possibly be the hottest guy I have ever seen.
I am momentarily stunned.
I need to speak.
You don't need his help. You need to carry those bags in yourself. Your arms are huge and they need the work out.
"Oh, uhm Hi. I think I've got it but thanks anyways." I reply shyly looking straight into the trunk.
I feel like I'm gawking at this crazy hot boy.
No, not boy… man.
"Oh…okay. I'm Paul by the way." He finally says.
Paul… huh. That names suits him very well. He definitely looks like a Paul.
A very HOT Paul. God must really hate me to have such a good looking guy standing here right now.
You're not here for men Emma. You're here to get yourself back on track. Focus.
"Emma." Is all I respond back to him.
I grab my stuff out of the trunk of the cab and turn walking towards my house.
I'm being rude aren't I? Should I say something else, like invite him in or something? Should I have let him help me?
Emma…stop. You've got to get inside and get your things settled and then head to town to get a scale and start your life over. Get it together. Seriously.
"Maybe I'll see you around Emma?" He calls out after me.
Uhm… yes! Absolutely yes! How could I deny such a god like man?
Emma. No. You're getting off track with this boy. What do you think he sees looking at you right now. He sees a FAT COW. You're too grotesquely big for anyone to find attractive right now. He's just being polite. Get inside and start your plan. Once you're back to a reasonable size, he'll want you.
Right. Of course. He probably wants to throw up looking at my tubby stomach and thunder thighs. I'm gross. Got it.
"Maybe" is all I say as I unlock the door and step inside my childhood home.
I walk up the steps and set my things down in the master bedroom. It's the biggest room in this house and has a bathroom connected to it.
My childhood home isn't anything really to brag about. It's a small 2 story 3 bedroom house.
It's got plenty of space for me by myself.
I'm by myself.
Finally.
I never thought this day would come.
I quickly put my things away and hop into the shower to get the Airplane stench off of me.
I stay in the shower probably too long, but it was much needed.
When I step out I put on some black leggings and an oversized royal blue sweatshirt with my dark gray vans.
I brush my hair out and put it up into a bun as I run down the stairs and out the door to head into town.
I pick up my run and it feels amazing.
I forgot how much I love to run.
I haven't been allowed too because it was dangerous and unnecessary and wasn't a part of my "recovery" plan.
God am I so glad I don't have to hear that word anymore.
It takes me about 15 minutes to get into town and I feel invigorated.
Running is an amazing way to clear your head while also burning a crazy amount of calories.
Speaking of burning calories I make a mental note to look for a Fit Bit so that I can keep track of how much I'm burning.
I walk into the only sports type store in Forks and search for what I need.
I pick out the best scale they've got and manage to find a high tech fit bit. I walk up to the counter and pay for my things.
I walk out of the store and bump into someone dropping my bag.
"Oh I'm so sorry." I say reaching down to pick up my bag.
"Haha. It's fine really." A familiar voice says to me bending down to help.
I look up to see who's standing in front of me bent down but I already know.
"Paul." I say giving him a smile.
I think I'm going to faint. God he's so attractive. How have I managed to see him twice in one day?
He gives me a huge smile and I'm floored. I think I forget how to breathe.
Emma… remember why you're here. It's not to flirt with Paul. It's to get yourself beautiful again. Perfect again. Don't you want that?
Yes of course. It's all I want.
All I want.
"Hey Emma. Let me help you with that." He says politely.
He grabs the scale that has fallen out of the bag while I'm sitting there just dazed looking at how handsome this man is.
He has a strange look on his face and then he looks directly into my eyes.
"Why did you buy a scale?" He asks in a tone I don't necessarily like.
The way he asks me pulls me back to how my parents talked to me. Like they were confused and disappointed at the same time.
I instantly get angry and defensive.
"The one at my house is broken so I came to buy a new one." I say between gritted teeth.
Why am I even telling him anything? It's really none of his business.
He must've noticed that his prying had pissed me off a little.
"Oh sorry. I didn't mean to be noisy. Do you need any help taking this to your car?" He asks with a look of regret on his face.
"I didn't drive." I blurt out and instantly wish I could take it back.
"You walked here?" He asks me stunned.
"Yes as a matter of fact I did. Is there something wrong with that?" I push back.
I knowingly leave out the fact that I did not walk here. I ran here.
"No of course not." He replies seeming flustered.
"Well I should be getting back home. See you around Paul." I say turning my back to him
"Emma wait." He calls after me.
I turn around.
"Do you want to grab a bite to eat? There's a diner just around the corner that has some amazing food." He says with a huge grin on his face.
I almost say yes. When he smiles like that I don't know how I could say no.
Emma, tell him no. Turn back around and go home. You have a lot of work that needs to be done. He is distracting you.
Right. Why am I letting him distract me like this?
"Uhm no thanks. I need to be getting home. Maybe another time." I say and wish that I could take it back.
Another time? Really Emma? Are you going to let this man destroy you?
"Yeah another time…. sounds great." He says looking a little rejected.
I instantly want to go up and comfort him.
Turn around and go home Emma!
I give him a small wave, turn around and head home.
As soon as I know he can't see me anymore, I begin to run..
Paul (POV)
Why did she have a scale? She's so tiny already I could break her. I'm surprised I didn't give her any broken bones when she ran into me coming out of the Store.
And she got so defensive about it.
Stop being a creeper Paul.
At least I got to see her.
Twice in one day. SCORE!
I walk down the sidewalk after she left to go home and head to the diner to meet up with the pack and their Imprints.
I suddenly don't want to throw up at the sounds of that name anymore. I can understand why they are like they are, always so close to one another.
I want to be close to Emma.
Emma.
I pull my brain away from her so I can focus.
I walk into the diner and see Jake sitting with his arm around Nessie.
Right across from them is Jared with Kim and at the end of the table is Embry with Talia.
"Hey guys." I say to them with a wildly huge grin on my face.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" Jake asks skeptical.
"I found her." Is all I respond.
"Seriously?!" Nessie shouts.
"Congrats dude." Jared Embry and Jake all tell me patting my back.
"What's her name?" Nessie asks squealing.
"Emma." I say my face spreading into a huge grin.
"Emma. Sounds like a great name." Talia says.
We sit and talk a while longer while I eat my dinner. 2 double cheeseburgers, 2 sides of fries and a Strawberry milkshake.
The usual you know.
I pay for my food and head back down the street to my house.
As I'm walking I let my mind drift back to Emma.
God is she beautiful.
When I bumped into her coming out of Newton's, I was stunned.
She had her hair pulled up into a bun on top of her head.
With her hair pulled back I could see just how beautiful her face really was.
Her eyes are so big and beautiful I could get lost in them.
Her nose is small and turned up at the end.
Her lips are plump but not too full.
Her cheeks are defined by the bones slightly stick out of them.
She had a Royal blue sweatshirt on that complimented her skin tone perfectly.
She should only ever wear Royal blue.
She had some black leggings on that weren't tight enough but looked so sleek coming down just above her shoes.
She is literally perfect.
I can't help but replay seeing her today over and over in my head as I walk home.
I finally get there and look down two houses to where I know she is.
Emma.
My thoughts are consumed by her as I walk in the house.
Tomorrow will be the day I know her.