After the boys and I had eaten, we all went our separate ways to dress. Jacob and Embry went over to Jacob's while I climbed the stairs. I sighed when I reached the top; I had to go to school tomorrow. I was going to have to go shopping for school supplies and new clothes, because I was pretty sure that the style and such was different here than it was in Toronto.

I threw on a big, old, ripped shirt and a pair of jeans with the holes ripped out. I heard the door open and close down stairs and rushed a brush through my hair a few times, clipping half of my bangs up on the top of my head. I brushed my teeth before applying minimal lip gloss, just to keep them moist to prevent them from cracking.

"Samantha!" Embry called from down stairs.

"What?" I called back.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think, Emmybear?"

"Oh ha ha ha. Hey Jacob, apparently Sam has some jokes. You better be dressed Samantha, 'cause," he opened the door and I let out a scream, not to mention fell backwards off the bed I was sitting on, "we're going out!"

When I peaked my head over the bed, I could see Embry trying to hold back his fits of laughter. He was holding onto the door frame when he finally let his barks of laughter out. It was so loud and booming, that he shook the door frame. I scowled, he was laughing at my misfortune. That jerk.

I slowly laced up my black converse and grabbed my wallet, sticking it in my back pocket and clipping the chain on my right belt loop. Embry was still laughing in my doorway, so I decided to take my alternate way out. Considering my house had two floors, not including the basement, it was pretty high from the ground. Thank God that there was a tree right by my window, or else I would have had to jump. Slowly maneuvering myself out the window and onto the branch, I turned to see if Embry was paying any attention to me or not; he wasn't.

When I touched the ground I smiled looking up. Embry was still laughing; I could both hear it and see my window shaking. I was laughing to myself as I walked in the front door, but quieted down when I saw Jacob in the living room. I stood as still as I could and watched him move around. He walked over to the mantel, picking up a picture as he went. The hand that wasn't holding the photo was tracing over it.

"She looks do much like her mother," I heard him mutter.

He placed the photo down and was about to pick up another one when I could hear the hurried steps of Embry coming down the stairs.

"Dude! She's not in her room anymore!" I could hear him shout, as the thumping from the stairs was louder. I hurried into the kitchen, as to look like I was busying myself in front of the stove.

"What are you talking about Embry? She's getting dressed," Jacob said, turning to face Embry.

"No, dude, you don't understand. She was there, then she fell off the bed, and then after I finished laughing she wasn't there anymore."

"So you lost her? In her own house?"

"Ye-what's that smell?"

"Food."

Before I could even blink, Embry was sitting on the counter beside the stove and Jacob stood behind me with his arms around my waist to get the bacon. Considering they'd finished most of the package before we left to get changed, I might as well finish cooking the rest of it. Though, even after Jacob had taken a few pieces of the bacon I was cooking, he didn't back away or move his arms. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, and I was pretty sure Embry could see it too.

"Jacob," Embry mused, with a smirk on his face, "I think you should step away from her before she burns the house down."

I could feel Jacob step away from me, and I took in a deep breath. Embry laughed, and eventually Jacob chimed in. I scowled and turned to face them, the blush on my cheeks reduced dramatically. Pointing a finger towards Embry, I walked towards him. He stopped laughing and put his hands up in mock surrender. With my hand raised, pointer finger out, I tightened that hand into a fist. Then I hit Embry on the shoulder and arm; rapidly.

He started wailing about and yelling, loudly, for me to knock it off. That only got Jacob to laugh even more. Though, when Embry started calling for Jacob to "get her off of me" he erupted. Jacob was laughing so hard that he had doubled over, hands on his knees, trying to breathe. Finally, though, he composed himself and wrapped his arms around my shoulders to pull me away from one of his best friends.

Embry looked at me and rubbed his arm, treating it as if it were a baby. This caused me to go into fits of laughter. Jacob, who still had his arms around my shoulders, let go and wacked Embry on the back.

"Way to act manly, man," he smirked, as Embry scowled.

"Hey, she caught me off guard," he tried to fight back, to no avail.

"We could stay here all day and bash how much you're not a man. But I do believe that Miss Samantha here needs some La Push in her Toronto style."

"What are you talking about Mr. Black? Though, I do believe that my Toronto style is much better than your La Push style. Seriously, have you guys never heard of American Eagle or even DC?" I asked, genially curious.

"Whatever Samantha," he smirked, "we're going to show you anyways."

Rolling my eyes I chuckled. "You don't even know converse, Jacob, what makes you think I'm going to like anything you find?"

He shrugged his shoulders and dragged me to his Rabbit anyways.

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"Come on Samantha, the styles here aren't bad. You'll just have to get used to it," Embry tried to convince me on our way home.

"They're alright, I'd just prefer to go back to Toronto to go shopping," I said from the front seat.

"Are you sure you just don't want to go back to Toronto?"

"And leave you here to bug the crap out of Jacob by yourself? No."

"Oh ha ha ha little Miss I'm too good for La Push fashion," Jacob joked, rolling his eyes.

"Ah, shut up Jacob. You know you love me," I joked.

"You don't know the half of it," I heard Embry mumble from the back, before Jacob threw one of the owners manuals at him.

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"Samantha! Get out of bed! You father's left already, come on!"

"Mhfm, go away!"

"Come on Sam, it's your first day of school. Get your butt out of bed!"

"Noooo. I don't want to go to school."

"We're going to the beach after, it's supposed to be really nice out too."

"I don't want toooo."

"Samantha."

"Fine!"

I reluctantly got out of bed, only to see Jacob leaning down smiling at me. So he was the voice who'd coaxed me out of bed. I shot him a death glare; I hate him for making me get out of bed.

After he left my room, I started walking around looking for something to wear. Jacob had said that we'd be going to the beach after school, and that it'd be nice out, so I decided to dress somewhat summery. I put on a pair of leggings and an American Eagle destroyed denim mini skirt. After searching through my drawers again, I found a 2-in-1 American Eagle shirt and black and white stripped flip flops for Hollister.

I walked over to my night stand and grabbed three blue bangles off of it, and put them on my right arm. I brushed my hair and fixed my bangs before putting on a headband with a bow. Quickly, I grabbed my Aeropostale tote and slung it over my left arm before pulling my mirror aviators off of the top of my night stand and setting them on my head. Smiling to myself in the mirror, I put on a little bit of gloss and blue eye shadow.

As I descended the stairs, the smell of food was overwhelming. So was the amout of testosterone in the kitchen. All the guys were there.
"Nice legs," Seth called, looking me up and down.

"Seth!" Emily, Sam, and Jacob called.

"What?" he asked, sheepishly, "she looks hot."

Jacob turned to look at me and smiled. "He's right, you know."

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