I really was a pathetic little girl wasnt I? I couldnt act like a normal person and sleep in my own house. I couldnt not sleep on top of the most gorgoues man in the damn universe. Wanna know why?

Because I am a freaking pathetic weirdo. If I could die, I would have died of embarrasment when I woke up and all leaned up on the God of beauty behind me like we've been happily married for the last twenty years.

Where was Becca when I needed her?

Oh, yeah. Happily married and being able to die in the next few decades.

But nope, not me.

I have to stay here on earth and cause havoc in a town I've been in for three days.

Since I am so good at this, maybe I can be employed by the goverment? I mean, if I can uncousniously plague towns with my brilliancy, who knows my potential on the whole world?

He probably didnt even want to take me, he probably didnt even want to be in my stinkin house. He most deffinatly didnt want to be stuffed in his truck with me breathing all his air for two hours.

So why was I staring at my closet like Jesus just decended before me? Again?

Like I said, I am P A T H E T I C.

When I was dressed (I succeussully found a shirt and jeans with out a triple bypass surgery) I mumbled my way down the stairs and found him staring at my CD case.

"You like Jacks Mannequin?"

I nodded. "Number one fan,"

I would pay a goverment angent to kill me right now, or at least try to harm me by shooting a missle at my head.

He smiled. "You have good taste." He ran his gorgeous finger down the row. Then stopped, and turned to me. "Death Cab for Cutie? Are you serious?" He laughed and rolled his eyes.

I made a mock gasp of horror. "How dare you? I will have you know that they are awesome. I went to their concert last year, and they were really good. And the lead singer signed my shoe after I ran into him in a Cafe."

He chuckled. "Okay, it doesnt matter. You reclaimed my good faith with Three Days Grace."

I shrugged. "They're good. But if I listened to one of their songs more than once, I would have to be admitted."

He smiled again, and I stared up at him and wondered how tall he was. I did quick mental math guessing that I was about five' three or four so he must have been close to seven feet tall. I really, really, really wanted to jump on him...

Somehow I made it to his pickup with out hyperventilating, but when he opened the door for me it took every fiber of my being not to throw him on the ground before me and sexually assault him.

I took this time to greedily memorize his face and notice the long wry muscles that ran up his arms and neck. And the squareness of his jaw, and deep set of his big brown eyes. The weather was grey and dreamy, and somehow it made his coppery skin glow. He had one hand on the top of the steering wheel, and left arm was rested on the window that he rolled down since it wasnt raining.

Of course I had to be staring at his lips when he turned his head to talk to me, I mean that would mean that I was normal and not a total idiot. I was thankful that he had the mercy not to throw me out into the highway and forbaning me to ever see him again before calling me a weirdo.

"You like La Push so far?"

I almost looked around the small cab to see who he was really talking to. But I guess Jesus was on a lunch break because I didnt.

"Yeah, I really do."

"You dont miss Europe?"

I paused for a moment. "Nah, not really. I'd rather be here than there. I was really depressed out there, so, you know."

What was wrong with 'No, not really. But thank you for asking' you ask? Its something a normal person would say. Jesus had a short lunch today.

His eyebrows pulled together. "Your depressed?"

Damn me.

"What? Oh, no. Dont listen to me. Sometimes I say things without thinking."

He turned to me and exmained my expression for a moment then let out a breath.

"So, why did you move here?"

I shrugged. "I dont really know. I passed through here a long time ago and ever since I promised myself I would come back."

He laughed heartily. "A visit wasnt enough? You want to live in a dumpy place like this? I dont know if you realized, but your in the middle of an Indian reservation. Where there's no sun. Like ever. I doubt your going to stay that tan around here."

I snorted. "Number one, dont diss my dream down. Two, I am not tan. Im quite pale actually. I am like, yellow." I held out my forearm to his, my skin was a creamy coffee color with beauty marks in random places. His skin was deep brown, I couldnt be more envious. I frowed but I felt my expression change when I saw that he was staring at my arm, probably wondering why the hell I was leaned over and next to him.

I withdrew myself. "Like I said, yellow..."

He shook his head and roleld his eyes. "Your not yellow, you have the prettiest skin I think I've ever seen."

Well, that was enough to make my face turn fire engine red.

He glanced away from me quickly and back towards the road.

"Er, thanks..."

We finally made it to a small little auto part store on the highway. Embry just told me to stay in the car so I wouldnt get soaked.

Hah, cant fool me. Probably plotting a way to leave me here. I couldnt blame him.

I guess his plan didnt work out because he came bounding back out a few moments with a brown paper bag.

"Reciept?" I asked with my hand out.

He snorted like the idea actually insulted him. "Nope. Thats for breakfast."
"Stop being rediculous. Gimme." I asked again. I waggled my fingers.

He turned the engine on. "Nope." He made a popping sound on the P and smiled.

He flashed me his teeth and I had to grip the seat so I wouldnt pass out. I would have tried to deny him again, but I was afraid that I would scream.

Half way home we were in comfortable silence. Like, the kind you have with your brother or sister. No talk needed. Just, being there was enough.

His phone rang, making me jump. He chuckled and answered the little phone, it was in serious danger of being pummled to pieces in his hands.

They were like the size of dinner plates, no joke.

The voice was low, and I shouldnt have heard the conversation, but I couldnt help that I could hear a pin drop ten miles away.

"Ello?"

"Hey, Em. Was the part I wrote down for you detailed enough."

Embry rolled his eyes and anwered darkly. "Were going to have to talk about that."

Jake laughed. What were they talking about?

"Anyway, bonfire's tonight and the girls want Avery to come, like now. Seriously, they wont tell me why."

Embry's face pulled together. "Are they planning something?"

"I dunno. Nessie threatened to choke you though if you dont have her here within the next half hour, and I would comply. One things for sure, they're planning something. Nessie and Claire have been sifting through piles of makeup and for the last hour."

Embry rolled his eyes. Then sighed. "Okay, we'll be there in a few."

"Dont bring her around here, they're meeting at her house. I'm serious Embry, somethings up. Seth accidentally knocked some lip gloss off the counter and Nessie had to hold Kim and Claire down."

Embry chuckled. "Okay, see you tonight. Bye."

"Bye, bro. And good luck."
After he hung up, he looked up at me. I tried not to look like I was dizzy from trying to figure out what they were talking about.

"Well, tonight you are coming to one of our bonfires. We usually dont have many, but they're fun. The gilrs are waiting at your house, dont ask me why though."

"Oh, okay. That's fine I guess."

By the time I was done speaking, we were in my drive way and there were four bouncing girls under my porch.

Embry sighed. "Oh, God. They're already here. Good luck."

I could have swore that Nessie and Leah were glaring at the truck as if they heard him. I brushed that thought away. Impossible, must have been the rain playing tricks with me.

"Er, okay. Thanks alot, I guess I'll see you tonight?"

He nodded. "I hope so."

I shut the door and walked to the door numble through the rain, hoping the icy coldness would help clear my spinning head.

Now, what was the deal with the huge backpack slung around Kims shoulder?

"Uh, hey guys. Whats up?" I asked nervously. Watching their expressions. They all had a gleeful expressions. They were clearly thinking nuaghty things.

Leah was the first to speak. "Well, as our new girl in town, you are invited to a La Push Bon fire on the ebach. Mucho fun, you have no choice but to go."

"Erm, well... Thats fine but what's with the bag?"

I could smell make up, and perfume.

Nessie smiled. "Well, we just wanted to play a little dress up. I mean, it is a pretty big deal out here, and we would like to properly help you adjust."

I was dumb founded. What the hell were they talking about?

"Well," Claire chirped. "We have exactly an hour, so chop chop. Open the door..."

I nervously fumbled for my keys, and opened it. Claire and Nessie zoomed ahead of me and started top set up camp in my room.

"Whats all this for?" I said looking at all the makeup spread on my vanity. Kim and leah were both ransacking my closet.

"Just strip down, and be quiet. We'll have fun..." Just then, nessie attacked me with the concealer.

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