Finally got back my mojo. Gotta hate writers block! Thanks for all the reviews! Keep them coming please! And thank you to all of you wonderful people who have been reading it!
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Pretzels are like people. All twisted and messed up. Salty on the outside, but sweet on the inside. Well, they are like some people.
The next day, Emily went to the Clearwater's to pick up little Mike. I haven't met the little guy yet, and I have to say, I was nervous. I hadn't seen Embry, Paul, or Jacob since last night. I really guilty for what happened. But it would all be okay if I got to see Embry again. Gah! There goes my thoughts again!
Monday, you gotta hate the sound of it. It was winter break, but still, Monday. My nose wrinkles every time I hear it. But yet, I felt good today. Like I could get through it without feeling like I'm going to burst out in tears every time I think about her. And I knew everything would be okay.
I trudged down the stairs, still in my pajamas, and starving. And no one was here. I hope there's food. Knowing the guys have probably been here, I had little hope. But alas, there was food. God bless Emily. They probably spent most of their money feeding those guys.
I was in my own little world when I heard that little giggle, and I couldn't help but laugh myself. Michael jumped onto my leg as soon as I came into the room. I messed up his little black locks that are so similar to Sam's, that it's scary. He's like a mini-Sam. "Hello, Mikey! Nice to meet you!" Mike let go of my leg and smiled up at me. "Hewo! I am Michwael!" I giggled and shook his little hand. Emily picked him up and rested him on her hip. "Niagara, you might wanna go get changed. The boys will be here soon. And Embry." She winked and I blushed. Emily went into the kitchen and Mike was grinning at me.
I changed into my Superman shirt, which was big on me, some old light wash jeans with holes in it. I left my unruly mane of curls down and around my shoulders. My green eyes were sparkling with excitement; knowing Embry was going to be here soon. And I couldn't wait.
Embry was laughing. That's how I knew he were here. And I was scared to death. My hands were shaking as I held onto the banister going down the stairs. How was I going to talk to him? What was I going to say? How was I going to survive? When I look at him, I feel like I'm going to drool, and I get lost in those eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes of his. Wow. I got it bad.
On the second stair, my sock caught, and I fell down the stairs. Smooth right? And before I tripped, I was staring at Embry, who had his back to me. I didn't hurt anything. Just my pride. And to make things worse, Mike stared giggling and said, "Niagawa fell! Niagawa fell!" It was cute. But not that cute when Paul joined in, and was now calling me, 'Niagara Falls'. Very original, right? That's Paul for you. Though, Embry came running to me. He helped me up and kept asking me over and over again if I was okay. I just nodded and pulled away from his warm hands. "Hey Niagara!" Paul laughed. "Maybe you need to look before you fall. You too, Embry." He laughed again. Embry's fist curled up in anger. "Paul, will you please shut up."
Paul kept laughing, but no longer said anything. Embry stormed off out the back door, and I wanted to kill Paul so bad for making him leave. So, as I walked past him to go talk to Kim, I muttered "Ass" into his ear. His laughter stopped instantly and I felt proud of myself.
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The beach is so peaceful and beautiful at night. The bright moon glistens in the water, and the soft crashing of the waves are like a lullaby. I clutched my knees to my chest and breathed out heavily. The moon reminded me of my mom, and the happy mood I had earlier, now seemed like it never existed. And then the voice I didn't want to hear at a time like this, sounded from behind me. "Hey, Nia!" Embry. Why now? Why when I was bawling my eyes out about my mother? And why when I felt completely worthless? I sucked a breath in and whipped my eyes. Great, my eye-liner was running.
"Hey!" My voice sounded all wrong. He would be able to tell I was crying. "What are you doing out here?" He was sitting on the log I was resting against; his legs on either side of my head. "Just thinking." He breathed out and his warm breath hit my neck, making me shiver. "Are you cold?" I decided I would go with that. "Yeah," I whipped under my eyes again. "It's a little cold." His giant hands clasped on my arms, and pulled my onto the log; sitting between his legs. Now I was freaked out. But in a good way.
I sat forward, trying not to lean against him, and his arms were still on my arms. "What are you crying about?" Shit. I thought I'd stopped. My breath caught. "I-" I tried again. "I just miss home." I lied. "No, that's not it." One of his hands now rested on my stomach. I just stared at it, and he moved his hand off me. "What are you really upset about?" A sob caught me. "I miss my mommy."