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This is a sequel to Shooting Star which you can find on my profile, though you might be able to read this anyway :)

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3. Faith

Embry's POV

I was in a bad mood already. Being pissed by something else while I was standing with my credit card in my hand, I broke it, and since it was Sunday afternoon the bank wasn't able to give me a new one till Monday. Now I hadn't any cash for food or tooth paste or a fucking condom plus everything else you would need as a living being. Now that just sucks. Jake had invited me to Eaton ville for the week though. And Sam had said I could come for dinner anytime I wanted. They always had food for a few extras, just in case. So I guess I would survive for a couple of nights.

I decided that the chance of visiting Jake, while enjoying the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, Nessie, and being able to head for Seattle quickly to hook up with someone, won against staying in rainy La Push. Not that Eaton ville would be any less rainy. I'd already called Nessie to announce my arrival Monday around noon. She'd promised me she would make the bed ready for me, but that she and Jake were in Olympia running errands at the time and they would be home around four. I had thanked her. That was what I usually did with the Cullens: thanked them. But she was as much a Black as she was a Cullen, so it didn't really count.

I tried to keep the negative thoughts in my mind down, and go for ride, just to do something. I didn't know why, but for some reason, I pulled up in Leah's driveway. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing here, but lately I hadn't had any idea, what exactly, I was doing. Leah seemed just as surprised as me, when I knocked her door. She was wearing a black tank top, and tight blue jeans, with her hair made into a ponytail. Her dark eyes eyed me curiously, as I stood there at her doorstep, wet like I'd been swimming with my clothes on, and big wide puppy eyes. But she let me in, and didn't directly question it.

"Embry, I hate to break it to you," She began, and I knew what her next words would be. She was the first to say it out loud, though. It still hurt. Also though I knew she told the truth to everyone. I wasn't an exception. That helped. A little. "But you're a mess." She finished, shockingly rueful. I'd never seen or heard much emotion coming from her. Her voice was always loaded with sarcasm, balanced and never faltering. It was different, then, being with her without the other wolves' presence, Sam's especially.

"I know," I said in sigh, and ran a hand through my tousled hair. I seriously needed a haircut. Leah noticed too, because her already disapproving look became even more disapproving.

"Look," She said trying to sound optimistic. "You need to find someone to live your life with."

"What the hell are you talking about? You know as well as I do, that I have more sex in a month than you have in a year. I live my life around hundreds of girls,"

She snorted. "Stop comparing your sex life with mine, 'cause they're not even comparable. You have sex because of lust, I have sex because of love, and I just haven't found 'the one' yet. 'Kay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled nonchalantly and stretched my muscles.

"You're such an ass," She said her eyes searching mine, but I kept looking down at the table in front of me. I didn't even argue with that. I knew I was an ass. Several girls had told me so, after I'd dump them after a week. Or a night even. "What I mean is you need a permanent girlfriend. Someone to share your life with, and marry. You know, Embry, you're not immortal."

"No, but close to. I can live as long as I want." I pointed out stupidly.

"That's not my point!" She hissed, and I flinched away. "You need a freaking imprint, Embry. You can't keep living the life your living. You don't just fuck random girls all the time. That's not normal."

"Since when have you become such a holy angel?" I bit back, finally looking up at her, probably looking pissed.

She narrowed her eyes at me for second, and then sighed. "You need an imprint," She said talking slowly and unmistakeable.

"No, I don't. I have myself, and that's all I need."

"No, it's not all you need. You need someone to take care of you," She said sincerely. It felt so odd to be having this conversation with Leah, who I'd always thought was a pain in the ass. But she was nice, really. She cared for me. Incredible, I was able to think she's nice in the middle of an argument with her.

"Not a damn imprint. It's Leah I'm talking to right now, right? The girl who has so much against imprinting?" I sneered at her.

"I'm changed, Embry. I want to imprint. I want to forget Sa – everything."

"What if I don't want to go around like a love-blind fool, who can hardly stand on his own fucking legs, without their imprint carrying them?"

"You need to relax,"

"Oh, really?" I said and the look in her eyes changed to pity. I was suddenly ashamed of myself for being so irritated and mad. She'd only tried to help me. I drew in a sharp breath. "I should just leave,"

She placed a hand over mine, just as I'd raised up. "No. I'm not done talking,"

"Do women ever?" I teased, but I quickly regret saying that, as her glance turned even more disapproving and pitiful. I sat back down.

She gazed at me for what seemed like forever before speaking again. "I'm serious about this, Embry. I mean it when I say you need an imprint," She said. "If you don't change your life style right now, you will get an imprint, because God sees all the mistakes you make. Maybe there's another lost soul like you, and you're meant to heal each other."

I felt myself snort. I really shouldn't, because just then, she lunged at me, and hit me right in my face. Jeez, that hurt. Probably broke my nose. At first, I was about to hit her back, but reminded myself she was a girl, and that she was in every right to hit me right there. But still. I cursed under my breath, and when I had massaged my nose for a while, I gazed up at her, to see her watching me satisfied.

"Okay, I get it," I groaned. "But I can't change on a day. And it's not like I can just suddenly find my imprint whenever I come around to it, I can't control it, if it was meant to be, I would have already imprinted."

"Too bad. You're gonna get an imprint then, some day. She – or he – will be luring around every corner, and if you decide to stay home for your own protection, she – or he – will come knocking."

"Oh, fuck you. I'm not gay. I prefer girls,"

"Well, you never know," She grinned.

"Sure, sure," I mumbled and locked eyes with the table again.

She drifted to the kitchen, and I heard her move around with glass. She was back with some water for us. I really needed that. Water. Fresh and clean and cold. Just how I like it. I gulped in three cups of water easily and Leah watched me with the same pitiful look in her eyes. She thought of me as a lost puppy. Sweet, but I didn't need anyone's pity.

"What are you up to?" She suddenly asked, surprising me once again, by actually caring about what I'm currently spending my time doing.

"Nothing for the weekend. But I'm visiting Jake and Ness this whole week,"

Her eye lids fluttered up, wide with curiosity. "What do you think?"

"Of them? They're the cutest. Jacob was a virgin until just recently. Hilarious, but you can't blame those poor love-stung -"

"Not of them. Of her. Of Nessie,"

"Nessie? She's awesome. And she cooks so good. Man, I don't know what goes through that girl's head, that she want to be a freaking interior designer,"

"So that's all she can do? Cook?" Her voice was layered with skepticism. The old Leah was still there.

I truly liked Nessie. She is a great wife for Jacob. And she's hot too. But she's half-vampire so that figures. "No, she's sweet, friendly and very welcoming. You'll feel at home where ever she's around,"

"Hm," She grumbled and took a zip of her water. She didn't care about Nessie. It was obvious she didn't like her one bit. I was sure of that.

"Well, are you done talking? I better get home," I began.

Leah looked almost panicked now. "Are you busy?"

"Uh," I watched her confusedly as I spoke. "Not really. But I supposed you didn't want to be stuck with me...?"

"I could use some company," She admitted. "I've been stuck here myself for too long."

"Okay," I sighed. "I'll stay."

"Wanna go to the movies? There's this awesome action movie I so, so want to watch!" She chimed, and I'd never seen Leah this excited ever before.

"Sure, if I had the money."

"What are you talking about? You're loaded, honey,"

"Yes, but I broke my credit card today, and I don't have any cash..." I mumbled almost embarrassed.

"You can just pay me back later," And then she grabbed her coat. "But we should probably stop by your house first for some dry clothes."

I hadn't really taken much notice before, but as I glanced down myself, I was soaking wet. But now my Saturday night wasn't going to be spend alone in my cold house, I was going to the movies with Leah, the last person on earth, I'd ever imagined myself with.

When I woke up the next day, it was by a call from one of my party buddies. "Hi Embry!" He said. "Know what?"

"No, what, Gavin?" I murmured so sleepily I wasn't sure if he understood what I'd said.

"My sister got two tickets for a runaway show in Seattle next Wednesday, and she ain't able to make it, so she asked me if I wanted the tickets,"

Gavin was a known heartthrob in probably the whole Washington state. He was a decent-looking man, with lots of money, and a big sister being a famous divorce lawyer, known in all of US. She was the lawyer of several celebrities, and as far as I knew, she hadn't yet lost a single case. She was one of my next goals to screw. She wasn't the one who slept with a bunch of guys, that's why I found her interesting. She would be a competition, and lately I'd gotten tired of just picking a girl at the club, flirting with her for a few hours without a word being said, and then go over to her and say "So, how about it then?". The next moment we would be fucking all life out of each other in my hotel room.

Gavin had golden brown hair, with big eyebrows sharply shaped above his blue eyes. He wasn't that muscular, but strong enough to be able to take care of himself. His lawyer-sister had more of a reddish brown hair, that always hung loosely down her back, with a tight body, that any man would find hot. She had small, fine breasts, thin lips, light blue eyes, with a few freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. She didn't exactly look like a hard lawyer, but she definitely was though. But it helped her looking tough and business-like when she was wearing those tight suits, business women always wear in boring gray shades. Not usually my kind of girl, but then again, I had never been picky.

"Sounds good," I mumbled into the pillow.

"So, uh, I'll pick you up where?"

"Eaton ville at the movies. Know where that is?"

"Sure," He muttered. "Got an old girlfriend living close by."

I chuckled. Good old Gavin and all his damn girlfriends.

"I'm picking you up at seven, 'kay? And you have to be stuffed with food then, 'cause I don't have time to eat dinner with you. My lil' sister's performing a play on her school, and I promised her I'd be there." He had a slight southern accent, but it wasn't as evident anymore.

"Okay," I answered, and hung up, not really caring if his feelings got hurt. I fell asleep again as quickly as I'd hung up.

Evelyn's POV

I felt sick already in the morning. It was the worst day ever to feel sick at. I was walking in my favorite designer of all time's runaway show. And then I felt sick! What was that about? I had never been more excited in my life, as I got the news from my agent, Ally Summer.

I had been close to call myself sick, but I decided that I could get through it. I would do it. Ally had even said there would be tons of other agents, so it was important that I showed up to make my name more known. I couldn't miss it, I really couldn't.

I slept most of the day away, so I was as rested as possible for tonight. I went up to take a shower around three, ate some cereal and threw on some random clothes, but reminding myself to be stylish, so I took it off, and put something "appropriate" on. Charles, our driver, drove me to the building where I was getting my makeup and hair done, and where the clothes I was supposed to wear were chosen.

I only recognized four models. Charlotte Gray is a very charming girl, black as the night, with black bottomless eyes, and hair all the way to her waist line in a dark mouth-watering color. She had curvy lips and an ideal body for every model in the world. Grace Owen is probably the most famous one of all the models here. She had walked for Chanel, Lanvin, Christian Lacroix and several other big brands. Her hair was so ash-blonde it was grey, and from what I'd talked with her, it's natural. She has green eyes and a very thin and lean body, with surprisingly big breasts compared.

Flower Connors, has red hair as a burning flame, pale skin and black eyes. If you thought Flower, sounded like a sweet pretty girl, you'd be very wrong. She is frightening to look at. Sometimes I felt myself moving in a big circle around her, because I'm afraid she might punch me or something. But that's just stupid me.

For last there was one of my model friends I spoke the most with. Her name is Scarlet Holden and she has long beautiful wavy hair in a pretty hazelnut color, with brown eyes and creamy skin. She is probably the tallest model here. Meaning she's very tall. She's at least six feet two. But it didn't feel like she's towering over anyone in any way, because she is so thin and fit.

My makeup artist gave me the whole thing on, and put a green shadow on to mark my emerald green dominating eyes even more. The hair dresser straightened my hair so flat, that I'd never seen anything like it. My bangs was so straight that it was covering almost half of my eyes. The stylist chose a white dress, which went to my thighs, cut in my layers, that bounced lightly as I walked. Over it, I was going to wear a tight-belted dark green jersey coat, with black pumps. It was one of the prettiest outfits I'd ever walked in.

Time passed quickly, and I didn't feel any better when I was about to walk the runaway. I was so dizzy, I could barely walk straight. But I managed it. Especially as I saw a man so dazzling, so sexy, so beautiful, I suddenly couldn't concentrate on anything else than not making a fool of myself. He followed me closely with his eyes, and as I passed him, our eyes met briefly, before I turned around and went back. He was on the first row, so he must be important, though I had never seen him before. I would have remembered seeing him before.

As I came out backstage, the cramps in my stomach grew worse, and I rushed out to the old ladies toilet, because I knew there wouldn't be anyone there, since everyone used the new toilets now. I remember throwing up into the toilet, and then not much else. I remembered mumbling my address to a deep voice, who said he took care of me, and then asking where I lived. He had a beautiful name. It was Embry.

Now, you've probably all figured out what's happened, but please review anyways.. I'm not sure, if I should keep going..