I was having a nice, peaceful dream of Seth and mine's life. That is, until I was so rudely awakened by someone. I did not know who at the moment.

"Get up!" he urged.

"Leave me alone!" I moaned. It was like 7:30, and he was expecting me to get up? Hell no.

"But I'm hungry!" he whined like a five year old.

I finally uncovered my face. Embry was standing over me along with Quil, Jake, Brady, and Collin next to him.

"What's that got to do with the price of tea in China!?" I yelled at him.

"Can you pop in some breakfast with your voodoo?" he asked hopefully.

Voodoo? Haha, very humorous. "No."

"Please!" They begged. "Emily won't cook for us, and I have to patrol in the next hour," Jake pleaded.

"I'll make you breakfast. Get off of me," I commanded.

They got off the bed immediately. I was being shouted at with their orders. Pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, toast, sausage, French toast, and orange juice.

I lifted my finger, and then I smelled it. "I so need a lock for this door," I mumbled.

"No, you really don't," Embry laughed. "I am pretty sure Sam would be pissed if we broke his door down."

When they left, I decided I was already awake. Might as well get out now.

I walked down to the beach. It was unusually sunny, and the beach was crowded.

Something hit my head, and I turned in the direction the Frisbee came from. A boy and I girl started making their way down toward me.

"I am so sorry. I told you I could not throw, Kayla!" The boy said.

"Yeah, sorry," Kayla apologized.

"All's good," I shrugged.

"You new here?" the guy asked.

"Just got here a couple of weeks ago actually," I answered.

"Cool," Kayla said. "What's your name?"

"Bree Harris."

"I'm Kayla, and this is Greg," she pointed to the boy who stood next to her.

I nodded. "Yeah, we were just playing Frisbee but, buddy-boy over here can not throw!" Kayla teased.

"Whatever. You want to join?" Greg asked me.

"Nah, I'm good," I declined.

He shrugged and went over to the other side of the beach, while I stayed near Kayla.

He threw the Frisbee his way. "So, are you guys going out?" I asked.

She busted out laughing. I thought she would fall to the ground any second from laughing so hard. She stopped just in time to catch the Frisbee that he threw back.

"No," she giggled. I must have given her a confused look because she explained, "he's gay."

"Oh. Were you supposed to tell me that? I mean if I were him, I would want to keep it a secret."

She shrugged. "We're friends, right?"

I smiled. "Yeah."

"Hey! What's taking so long?" Greg shouted from across the beach.

"Nothing!" we screamed back.

She threw it. As he went to catch it, he tripped and the Frisbee hit his 'happy place'. We were on the floor laughing as Greg was rolling around moaning in pain.

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A/N: I am debating whether or not I should have Greg interested in Bree. I know I said that he was gay, but I was thinking that he could have been lying to Kayla, or something like that. Tell me what you think.

:D