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Chapter 3
I always see the Fountain of Youth as a female whimsy.
Men would want something like a Fountain of Virility where drinking it makes you tall and buff with a voice like Sinatra. I don't know where the Fountain of Youth is but I have a pretty good idea where the Fountain of Virility is: somewhere in La Push. Let me tell you, the men in La Push were Masculine. The capital letter was intentional.
When we arrived, Brady immediately introduced me to the people congregated in the kitchen and backyard. I met Emily; tragically beautiful with long scars pulling half of her face into a permanent frown who's also the fiancée of Sam. There was Kim and her boyfriend Jared. Both couples reminded me of an old Italian couple I use to see every other Sunday in Central Park. There was a familiar and comfortable air around them like they've known each other for years. There was five year old Claire with her older brother Quil; Jacob with his father Billy; and Paul who grunted and glared when I held out my hand to shake.
I was being introduced to Embry, a funny and outright guy when the atmosphere changed. I suddenly felt warmer and the back of my neck pricked. I glanced at Brady then Embry. They were both staring at something past me, body somewhat tense. I turned to see what they were staring at.
Coffee.
That was the first thing that came to mind. His eyes were coffee with a splash of cream. Something tightened low in my stomach and I suppress the shiver that wants to break over my spine. The eyes rested in an open face above a straight, strong nose. His cheekbones were high and his jaw would have been squared if it wasn't hanging open.
"And another one bites the dust," Embry muttered.
"She was starting to like me too," I heard Brady sighed.
Sam quickly raced over to Coffee Eyes. After murmuring something, he pulled Coffee Eyes out into backyard and I lost sight of them. Several guys followed. There was silence in the kitchen. I mentally shook myself and turned back to Embry and Brady; once a spectacle is over I see no point in brooding over it.
"If you really want to party, the gay bars are the place to go," I said in replied to the previous question.
"Huh?" Brady looked at me, confusion clear on his face.
"Embry asked me what the best clubs are," I reminded them. "Gay clubs."
Brady and Embry looked at each other before looking back down at me. Embry's face broke into a wide grin.
"Seth is in way over his head."