"Alyssa…" A pale face behind me pursed her lips.

"What?" I scowled back at the reflection.

"Isn't that a little short?" I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"You wear tights, jeans even, underneath, mom." God, I thought, admiring myself in the red and black square necked tunic. Besides, I thought with a snicker, it was my new favourite colour. With an 'mm' she walked away, leaving me to myself. I pulled the curtain of my dressing room closed, smiling widely at my 'yes' pile. I'd updated my wardrobe, had lunch at a pizza place, and was so ready to go home. I changed back into my plain red v-neck, white tank top beneath, and pale boot cut jeans, slinging my navy coat over my arm and grabbing the 'yes' clothes.

The blonde cashier gave me a dirty look as she folded my clothing and put them in a bag. Wow, I thought, flicking my hair over my shoulder and giving her a bittersweet smile, people really are all the same animal. I paid and then walked over to Carlos' still form, sitting petrified on a bench outside the store, all of mine and my mother's shopping bags at his feet. "You look horrified," I commented, sitting down beside him.

He chuckled, putting an arm around my shoulder and taking a deep breath, "Rightfully so."

I giggled in return, "My mother can be…demanding."

He ruffled my hair, then lowered his hand and lounged on the bench, "Yes," my mother came out of the store, sporting three bags. "I'll adapt to that."

I laughed silently, gathering my bags, "I have to be getting home mom."

"Yes, yes." My mom pursed her lips again, heading for the exit of the mall.

We got to the car, piling in both the bags and ourselves and heading back to Forks. The rain had lessened since the start our shopping trip, now it was barely drizzling. I flipped open my phone, scowling when Seth still hadn't returned my text, another flicker of worry ran through me, but, it's okay, I told myself for the hundredth time. After all, he was a werewolf. Then I leaned my head against the back of the seat, looking out the window.

I made a quick retreat upstairs when we got home, throwing my bags on the floor and locking myself in my room. I quickly dialed Seth's number, which had quickly become my favourite thing to dial, and pressed the phone firmly to my ear. "Pick up, pick up, pick up." I sung, listening to the endless rings.

"The number you have dialed is unavailable, you have been directed to a messaging service that has not been initialized by the user—" I slammed the phone shut, cursing him loudly. I stomped my over to my bags, ripping the tags off the clothes and slamming them in my closet and dresser, when I was done he still hadn't returned my call. I tucked the phone in the front pocket of my jeans, and then slipped into the bathroom fixing my wet, out of control hair and then flopping down on my bed and turning on the TV.

What would I do if something happened to Seth? I'd never cared for someone as much as I cared for him, and with every day the love I felt for him only managed to grow. What if this perfect, angel of a man was taken from me? I'd have to throw myself off something high, I concluded, flicking from the news network to the Spanish channel.

But what if he didn't die? A tiny voice in me whispered, what if he was just injured, if he could never walk again, or he was put in a coma? "Stop it," I hissed to myself, feeling moisture build in my eyes, threatening to fall, the TV screen blurred. What would I do if I could never look into his dark eyes, or feel his hand run through my hair, what if today's kiss was the last?

I swallowed a heavy lump, and sat up straight on the edge of my bed, what the hell was wrong with me? Four days ago I'd been the bitch of LA, I'd had people begging to be my friend, boys all around treating me like a queen. I'd been the greatest actress imaginable, I could hide everything, control everything. And now I was a whimpering dog? I promised myself I'd never be that girl, the one who gives everything for a man! Hell, a boy!

I slumped, "But it's Seth," I whispered, he was my everything, and I was his. "God damn it, you bastard, just call me already!" I hissed, pulling the sleek, black phone from my pocket and glaring at it. I was so overstressed, I was turning on Seth! I couldn't decide what I wanted anymore. Did I want to go back to LA and be that horrible person again? No! So why was I thinking about it!

Did I want sex? No…yes…maybe? A hug? Yes, definitely, a kiss too, please. I wanted him to tell me that everything would be alright, to hold me tightly and soothe all my worries. And then, I thought, with desperate inspiration, I wanted to ask him about his problems, his worries. Every night when Seth fell asleep what did he think of? I wanted to properly meet his family, and spend more time with the pack: I wanted to be a good girlfriend.

I sharpened my glare, "You really are a bastard," I told the phone. "You make me feel like water with no fish. Cold and lifeless." I fell backwards, landing on the covers with a thump. I held the phone in both hands, "Please," I told it, "bring Seth back to me."

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