A/N- Don't eat me.

Playlist-

If your gone by Matchbox 20

Happy together by Flobot

Butterflies by Saving Jane

Disclaimer- Nope. Don't own any characters that seem familiar.

Story's POV-

The sun beats down on my back, probably starting to crisp it into a red oblivion. Nearby neighbors are shifting and loading up boxes into a white moving van. A lamp falls and shatters. Right after a man lets out a loud string of profanities. Kim told me that these were the Fishers. Apparently they have been stripping their house clean for the past few days. They're almost finished now. Guess they wanted to make a quick get away.

The blacktop underneath me slowly starts to sting at my skin. It reminds me of all the times I stuck my hands under scalding water and held them there a second too long. Eventually you can't even feel the running water anymore. It get's so hot that your brain plays a trick on you. It almost feels cold.

The glorious sun makes everything seem upbeat and chipper. The branches of trees no longer sink down, heavy with rain. But I am definitely anything from chipper.

It's 90 some odd degrees.

Probably a new record down here in La Push.

I curl my knees up to my chin and watch as Sophie takes out her box of Crayola chalk. She seems to be thinking for a second and scratches her head like only Intestine would do. I roll my eyes. Then, she quickly spreads herself out and starts to etch all over the blacktop. Sophie says that she is making a phenomenal "masterpiece".

I uncurl my legs from my chest and crawl over to the little yellow box and take out a purple piece of chalk. My hands become a sooty color from the blacktop. After wiping them off on my denim shorts, I move a safe distance away from Sophie and start creating a math formula on the black asphalt. It takes a couple minutes and my brow starts to sweat, a drop falling right in the middle of the equation.

It's been five days......four hours, and thirty seven minutes since I have even remotely spoken to the Seth Clearwater.

Yep. Just counted.

Before I know it, an exaggerated sigh escapes my lips. I pull the white hair scrunchy off of my wrist and throw my dark brunette hair up in a messy bun, leaving my long side bangs hanging loose.

Sophie starts to nonchalantly hum some new Lady GaGa song as she prepares her artwork.

I slump back and lay against the driveway looking up at the puffy marshmallow clouds.

The last few days have been quite, interesting to put it. Not that it hasn't been an amazing visit. I've grown even closer to my La Push family. I know all their personalities and all their flaws. Without them, there would be no distraction. Nothing to distract me from, HIM.

A black vulture flies by just above my head, making a few circles, most likely thinking I'm dead all stretched out like this.

"Hey Sophie, is there anywhere to go in La Push?" I ask the young girl. She puts her chalk down and swipes the beady sweat off her forehead.

"Well, there's a little market a few streets down. It's where everyone gets their groceries from, but not many people should be there today, since it's so hot and all." She tells me. Her soft curls are beginning to stick to her face.

"Oh, well do you think I could go? Like does Emily need anything maybe?" I question.

"I don't know, go ask her," she said with a sigh. She then returns back to her sketch, probably annoyed that I interrupted just because of my boredom.

Once I'm back inside, I find Emily in the kitchen. As usual. Without a kitchen and food to make, Emily just wouldn't be the same Emily now would she??

"Hey Em? Do you need anything from the store?" I causally ask her.

The women ponders this for a minute then answers in her soft voice, "You could pick up a couple watermelons and a gallon of milk," she says.

Emily hands me a few sticky, sweaty bills then I turn around and walk right back out the kitchen. Before I get to the doorway I notice a depressed looking Popsicle laying on his bed. You see, for some reason Poppy has started to avoid me. Maybe he was just homesick, and blames me for taking him away from his territory.

"Hey buddy, do you want to go for a walk with me?" I inquire from the dog. I pick his blue ball and bounce it a couple of times to try to stir his excitement up.

Poppy raises his little head and perks up his ears. I notice a look of sadness cross through his dark brown eyes as he looks up to me then at the ball.

"What's wrong buds?" I sorrowfully ask and reach my hand towards him about to softly caress his head.

The dog lets out a deep growl, one that's meant to warn off. I drop my hand back to my side and quizzically stare at him like he just grew three heads.

"Bad dog. You don't growl at people unless if I tell you to." I demand then proceed to point at him and wag my finger.

This is NOT Popsicle. The aliens that came down in their saucers and created the La Push giants must have come back and switched my dog. There's going to be hell to pay.

I hear small feet trapse into the room, right behind my back.

"Something wrong Story?" Emily's voice rings in my ear.

I turn my head back to her and in a robotic voice say, "Popsicle won't let me touch him."

"Maybe he just doesn't like the change of scenery. Maybe it's all so new to him that he doesn't know who to trust." She encourages me and wipes her hands on her polka dotted apron.

Emily stands there for a minute and crosses her arms over her chest. Then she goes back to cooking. I hear a few shuffling noises from the kitchen. Me and Popsicle just sit there starring at each other. The mange of hair on his back is still slightly raised, but he is back to laying down with his head in his paws.

"Here, try this." Emily whispers as she waltzes silently back into the room on extends her hand.

I grab the greasy piece of bacon from her and hold it out to the dog.

"Here boy. Come on Poppy...-" I persuade, then whistle. The dog starts to inch towards me, his body low to the hardwood floor."-that a boy. Come on, it's fresh bacon." I coo to him.

The dog slowly reaches his head up and latches on to the bacon. He is currently distracted by the mouthwatering flavor and I reach out and scratch behind his black and white ears. There's no resistance from him. That's a good sign.

"There, all he needed was a little encouragement." Emily reassures me.

I scoop the miniature dog up and he doesn't protest. Then I slowly stand, march over to the coat hanger right next to the door, and grab his lime green leash. I hook it on.

"Just don't be back too late Story. Claire's wedding is tomorrow and I don't wont you looking all tuckered out." Emily instructs all motherlyish.

Speaking of mothers. Where is mine?? I've barely seen her in the last couple days.

"Hey Ems, have you seen my mom?" I ask right as I open the door, a draft of hot air blows inside.

"Yeah, she's upstairs sleeping. It would be best to not bother her." She answers me.

It's like noon, why would she still be inside asleep? Especially with the weather looking as beautiful as it does.

Without thinking about it further, I hop out the front door and place Poppy down on the porch on top of the welcome mat. He giddily spins in circles. Happy to be basking in the sun. Already he's back to his old self.

Sophie is still drawing on the driveway as me and Pops walk by. I smile as I glance over at her picture. It's of a humongous cartoon wolf. The wolf has a grayish fur and it's tongue lolls out of the side of its mouth. It appears to be smiling. It's beautiful dark eyes seem to glint in the rays of sun.

"Do you think Brady will like it?" Sophie cheerfully demands. She can't help but to grin. She has so much hope in her voice. Like if I said no, then it would crush all of her dreams and hopes.

"Of course, he's going to love it.. it's amazing." I smile gleefully at her, even though I only met Brady once. And in all honesty it does look amazing. And so real for just a chalk picture.

Popsicle tries to jump on the drawing and sniff at it , but I pull him away before he can ruin Sophie's hard work.

Once we are away I lazily stagger down the street letting Popsicle cheerfully trot in front of me. He yaps at a couple birds that happen to fly by and I chuckle as he tries to chase them, but I tug him back with his neon leash. I'm really glad I don't own a Great Dane. The peaceful reservation would literally be a destruction sight.

After we manage to get a few streets down, and a plenty of wrong turns, we finally reach the supermarket. It's pretty small with a couple billboards pasted to the front, advertising random things. There's no one outside.

I tie Popsicle to a bench.

"Just chill out right here." I whisper in the dogs ear and plant a kiss on top of his head.

The bell above the door chimes as I push it open. They mustn't be low on money, because the air conditioner is on full blast. But it's a nice change, since it's so unrealistically hot outside. I peer at the other side of the checkout counter. It's deserted. In fact, the whole store seems to be deserted.

My flip-flops wham against my feet making that supper annoying 'slap-slap' noise. I walk down an isle just glancing at the different varieties of food. A magazine is sprawled right smack dab in the middle of the row. I glance around, then hurriedly walk over to it and pick it up, and place my over sized sunglasses up on my head. On the front page is a picture of the newest scandal of Paris Hilton. I roll my eyes.

A few more minutes of looking and I'm starting to get bored. So I snatch a Twizzler Rope off the shelf and quickly pace back up to the checkout counter. Still, no one.

That silver bell thingy lies on the counter. It calls to me saying,"You know you want to." But I don't because it somehow reminds me of slave labor and it just there's practically a sign on it just screaming, awkward.

I sigh loudly and throw my twizzler rope on the counter and dig through my pocket for cash.

Damn.

I dropped a penny.

I would do that.

After a quick glance down at the carpeted floor, I see the coin. It's on heads so I kind of just leave it there. I figure my luck is already cursed so I might as well try to give a twinkle of hope to somebody else.

There has to be somebody in here, doesn't there? I mean, the door sign did say open when I walked in.

So begins my game of humming. And it ends shortly after. Gosh, I swear. I was humming pretty loudly. If somebody was in a back room, they probably would've heard me.

Okay, this is getting stupid. I lean my elbows on the counter and put my fist on my chin. I sigh yet again then sit back up.

"Is anyone here?" I call out.

The only answer I get is the sound of a vending machine kicking on.

Then, something catches my eye. A wet floor sign.

So, you're probably thinking, what she gonna do with a wet floor sign?? Kill herself?

Well, me and my friends back home have this sworn oath. Yeah, it's kind of immature and slightly dumb. But, I'm extremely bored.

A few glances around. Then, I slyly creep over to grab it off the slick floor, without being noticed. It's not like anyone's going to notice. With my awesome tactics and precise precision, I dash back over to the carpet and slam the sign down on it. It falls, but in a blink I prop it back up and do a fast scan of the room. I smile mischieviously to myself at my accomplishment.

A funny prickle happens at the back of my neck.

"Put your hands up, and don't move!" A loud mans' voice yells from behind me.

I yelp and put a hand over my mouth. Shit, crap, no, help! Oh. My. God. My heart does a double take. I slam my hands up into the air remembering the order.

What did I do? I can't go to jail. I'm too young! Is there some law that states you can't put a wet floor sign on carpet? No, there can't possibly be.

Did I rob a bank? No, unless in my sleep.

Surely I didn't commit murder. Okay, so I might of squished a bug on the way here, but get real. It's just a measly bug.

"I admit it. When I was twelve I stole some money out of a charity jar, at the grocery store. All I wanted was the new Ballerina Barbie!" I squeal. My eyes mist over.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, why me? My parents are going to have a heart attack. Even though it's not physically possible for them to!" I beg. I sound like a real nutcase, loosing my mind and all.

Through all of this I don't notice the hysterical laughing that is going on behind my back. I take a moment to breath and it dawns on me.

I spin my head around practically giving myself whiplash. I spot the culprit.

Who knew the one person I've been trying to avoid would have caught me red handed, moving that dumb sign?

Seth is still laughing. He doesn't look like he will ever stop. I watch as he grasps onto a nearby shelf making a few beef jerkies fall onto the floor.

My face goes red. In fact, the ripest tomato in the freaking garden would be insanely jealous of me. What is that kids problem? Why does he like to tease me and humiliate me into utter damnation? I just really hoped I had remembered to shave this morning.

"I.... should have..... caught that on..... tape!" He gasps.

"YOU JERK!" I scream at him and give him the death glare. I cross my arms over my chest and stomp my foot.

He abruptly stops laughing and his face becomes serious.

"Did you just stomp your foot?"He asks.

"Pshht. No." I mumble and look down at the gum stained carpet.

"Because I thought only girls in movies do that," He threatened with a straight face, then ruffles his black messy hair. It's something I've known him to do quite often.

Seth stands up and gives me a beautiful knee jerking, heart melting smile. I don't return his smile, I continue to keep my face in a pout. A difficult task when someone's giving you that kind of expression.

"You....You can't just sneak up on people like that, ya know," I state and huff, trying to make my voice sound threatening. It doesn't.

"Duh. But I thought you know...I thought it might make you laugh once it's all said and done." He mumbles, looks up, and gives me puppy dog eyes. Adorable puppy dog eyes.

Man, I really just want to go beat myself with a kitten at the moment. It's that cute.

"Yeah Seth, I'm really having a good old time aren't I?" I reply back. Dryly.

"No, but you could be, if you loosen up a little, and twist your panties out of a wad," he says all matter-of-factually.

I roll my eyes. Because I am loose and fun and carefree. Didn't he see what I was doing before? Whatever, this dudes got major problems. Ones that only a professional doctor could handle. And trust me, I am no Dr. Phil. I assess his outfit today. He's got on a red t-shirt and baggy jeans.

Seth waltzes over all smug and leans on the counter next to me.

"Hey look, a penny," he proclaims. Way to go, captain obvious. Then he proceeds to bend over and pick it up off the dirty rug.

"Dude. Butt in face," I say, then give another eye roll.

"You know you like it," he says, then smirks. I watch as he flips the penny over in his hand and places it in his pocket.

"Yeah, in the next millenia," I reply bitterly udder my breath.

"That was my penny you just stole off the ground," I state, as he walks over behind the checkout counter.

"I didn't see you going to pick it up," he calmly retorts. "Anyway, now I have good luck all day. Thank you Story."

Seth stands there for a second and smiles at me-slightly awkwardly.

I clear my throat."Why are you going behind the checkout counter? If you're trying to rob this place, could you just tell me? So I can then make a quick get away before the real police show up?" I ramble on like a babbling baboon/idiot.

He scoffs. "I happen to work here," he points to his name tag that I failed to notice.

I point at him. "You work here." I ask in mock hummer.

"Uh-huh. Three times a week." He said and looked at me curiously.

"I just sorta figured you for the skater boy, too cool to work, sorta guy." I deadpanned.

He snorts."Didn't your mom teach you to not judge a book by its' cover?" He replies gruffly.

"I never was much of a mommas girl." I swallow.

"Me neither." He says.

There's a strange silence as he checks out my pack of twizzler ropes. His tanned to the bone arms reach over for the scanner and he flicks it over the bar code. Tiny prickles of hair stand up on my own arm. I look away acting interested in one of the newspapers on a nearby hook. Truth is, I'm not really interested, but something catches my eye on the cover. The headline reads, "Three women brutally murdered."

"What's that about?" I ask, he looks at me and I flick my head towards the paper.

He sighs. "Vamps. Sometimes we're just too late." He peers down at the ground. Ashamed.

It's a touchy subject. So I back off. If anything, I most certainly am not a nosy person. Most of the time anyway.

"Is this gonna be it?" He asks and points at my candy.

"Yeah." I say not thinking twice.

I hand him the money. His hand grazes mine. I blush, then quickly walk towards the door. Ugh. My flip-flops make that embarrassing noise again, which makes me walk even faster.

The sunlight practically throws itself at me. Already two seconds outside and I am sweltering. I take a deep breath and put a hand to my chest. My heart beats erratically. Another deep breath and I look around. At first I don't see Popsicle, witch make my heart speed up even more. But then, I see his tail sticking out from underneath the bench.

"Popsicle." I call.

He scoots himself out from under the shade and trots over to me. Panting heavily with his pink tongue all the way out.

"Sorry boy, I don't have any water for you." I say sadly and pat his head.

My cell-phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and look at the caller ID. It reads: Dennis Cell. I curse at the sky. Will this boy ever just stop? He's been calling me every day since I left school. Doesn't me not answering mean anything to him? I slam my phone back into my pocket. A dollar bill sticks to my hand as I pull it back out.

Damn.

Emily's stuff. I knew I was forgetting something.

With another loud string of profanities at the sky, I march right back into the store, leaving Popsicle pretty pissed.

"Miss me that much?"Seth chuckles when I reenter. I give him the ugly finger as I speed past the counter.

Now, what exactly did Emily need? For Pete's sake, I have the memory of a 90 year old women. Why would I have wrote it down?

It takes me five minutes. Five minutes, to remember. I grab the gallon of milk and push the fridge door shut, a little more forcefully then intended. I lug the milk around, looking for watermelons. Are watermelons even in season right now?

Yep. They're definitely in season. What lies before me..... It's not a watermelon. It's something twice the size of my head. In fact, it's the size of Seth's head. Hands down. That's pretty huge.

I set the gallon of milk down. Prop two of the watermelons against my chest. Yes, it looks funny and I can only imagine what Embry would be saying at my current quagmire, but if that's the only way to carry them without breaking my back and probably my legs, then this is the way I am going to do it.

I sigh and slowly bend over to grab the gallon of milk off the floor. Too bad I have like zippo muscle. How do mothers do it? How can they possible go to the grocery store, carry their fussy kids and the heavy watermelons without coming home with a broken back? Of course, they're probably smart enough to actually use those blue plastic carriers with the black handles. Guess I should have thought of that before I hefted everything up.

Inch by freaking inch, I slowly trudge my way over to the check out line. Seth is sitting on a stool flipping through a magazine, his feet on top of the counter.

He looks up and chuckles."You should have asked for help." He laughs, then stands up.

"Well, guess I'm not that simple." I stutter and flick my bangs out of my eyes.

Seth jumps over the counter. That cool way that only skilled boys can pull off.

He grabs both melons. I hear evil Embry singing in my head. My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.

Seth quickly checks everything out. Then taps his fingers on the counter nervously.

He flips his hair. "My shift's about to end. Let me help you carry this stuff back home." He says kindly.

"Sure." I mumble and shrug my shoulders.

~~~~~~Ten minutes later~~~~~

"Could it possibly get any hotter?" I whine as we casually walk down the side walk.

Without warning a large arm wraps itself around me. And I am hugged against a solid chest.

I let out a girlish squeal. "Let me go you big oaf." I yell causing him to hug me tighter.

He chuckles and tries to tickle me. I fight back, squirming and kicking. Tears stream down my face from laughing so hard. He continues to tickle me senseless.

"I'm melting. I'm melting." I cry out in mock hummer and put my hands up to surrendor.

Seth lets me go, then keeps walking. I straighten out my shirt and shorts, then run to catch up with him. He has both watermelons in each arm. Popsicle lopes behind me. I sneak up behind Seth and jump on his back. Obviously he knew I was coming. He spins me around a couple times and I squeeze hard onto his neck. After the dizzy spell is over, we continue walking. Well, he continues walking for me.

"Why are you so hot?" I ask putting my hand to his neck.

"Aww. You think I'm hot. I just might cry." He laughs. His laughter makes me shake too. I slap him on the shoulder.

"You know what I mean." I scoff.

"Werewolf. Remember." He states.

I roll my eyes. "Duh. What I mean is, why are werewolf's or shape shifters or what ever you call them, so hot?" I clear up.

He doesn't answer for a few seconds."It just happens right before we phase. Our temperature goes up really high." He pauses."Didn't your dad every tell you about this?" He questions.

"No. Jake doesn't talk about it much." I mumble and put my head down on his back.

After a couple minutes we're back at Emily's.

Seth lets me slide down off his back. I turn around and see Sophie sun tanning in a chair. I turn around and put my fingers to my lips to tell Seth to be quiet. I jog quietly over to the water hose, and turn it on. Then I uncoil it over to Sophie's sleeping body. I put my thumb in front of it, and let it spray wildly all over her.

She screams then jumps up, completely soaked. Both me and Seth look at each other calmly, then burst out laughing.

"You are so going to pay for this." She threatens. But I see the twinkle in her eyes. She's not really mad.

We all sit there laughing for a few minutes.

Sophie pushes her wet curls behind her face. "Story, your mom wanted to talk once you got back." She said.

I get up off the grass and wipe my ass off. Then I jump over the hose without tripping, and trot back inside. Popsicle fallows behind on his leash, happily nipping at my heels. Once inside, I let Poppy off his leash and run upstairs two steps at a time.

Mom is sitting on the floor Indian style, looking at one of Emily's old photo albums. I knock on the door and she looks up. Her bronze hair is pulled back in a pony tail, and she appears to be tired.

She clears her throat. "Hey kid. Come sit down next to me." She pats a spot on the floor.

"Is something wrong. Are you sick?" I ask once I'm on the floor.

"No, nothing's wrong." She sadly smiles.

She starts to talk but I interrupt her, "Are we leaving?" I stutter.

She holds up a hand to stop me. Then sighs and shakes her head.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it." She mumbles.

"Go on." I plead and push a loose peace of hair behind her pierced ear.

"I'm pregnant."

A/N- Yeah, I know it took forever to get this up. But always look on the bright side of life. The chapter was the longest I've written for this story. It's summer and I'll be updating more frequently. Just so you know, I love all of you reviewers, and I wish I could give something to each and every one of you. I'm not 100% happy with this chapter, but I like it. Any questions, comments?