A/N: Not too happy with this chapter, I may come back and edit later when I decide how bad I hate it. Amway, here's an update! Yay. Thank you for the follows updates and reviews. They mean a lot. Also prepare for Embry and Kayla feel train.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, I own only Kayla.

Chapter 13: Tomorrow

The following day Kayla walked the beach with Embry at her side, neither speaking at first. It was clear the boy was trying to figure out what words he was going to use to explain his drastic changes and short tempered behavior. She wasn't going to push him, and instead she just pulled her sweatshirt tighter to her body as the cold wind blew off the water.

"Alright," he started his eyes still fixed on some point in front of them, "I have a question."

Kayla in turn scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I thought I was the one getting answers here, Embry."

The slightly younger boy groaned, running his hands through his short hair. He looked over at her with a quirked brow, annoyance written on his face. She rolled her eyes again, crossing her arms to keep her warmth in before she nodded at him to continue with his question.

"Why'd you come here?" She stopped in her tracks to look over at him, her mouth hanging open in shock. "No, I didn't mean it like that," he spoke fast trying to fix the mess he had caused. "I didn't mean it like yesterday, I just, I mean last I spoke to Quil he didn't think you coming back. Hell, I was there when your parents sent some driver to pick you up, Kayla, you didn't seem like you were coming back."

She bit her lip as they stood there looking at one another. She knew he had a valid point. The day of Quil's birthday had been hard, and she left in a flurry of unshed tears and tight hugs. She wasn't meant to come back; she knew that and she know understood he knew it too.

"I," she paused for a moment, "I ran away."

"You did what?" He looked at her wide eyed and confused. "You ran away from home? You ran away from your perfect home to come back here? For what, people you didn't even want to know?"

Once again his words came from his mouth in anger, his body shaking slightly before he calmed himself down. Kayla looked at him with sad eyes, her mouth shutting tight as she thought of a response.

"There's nothing I can say to you that won't sound like a poor little rich girl complaining," she mumbled. "But I want you to answer something for me, Embry, from the first day I met you I could tell it bothered you that I didn't want to know my family here. Why? Why did it matter so much to you, why does it still matter so damn much to you?"

Embry seemed taken back by her own anger. He sighed and moved to sit in the cold sand, not caring. Kayla watched him for a moment before settling down next to him, slightly moving close to him to keep herself warm as the boy was a space heater in the cold air.

"I've never known my dad," he admitted as he watched the waves. "When I met you, and you told us point blank you didn't want to know your birth family it bothered me, it bothers me." Her eyes watched his face as he spoke, vulnerability shown across his features. "I just couldn't understand how you didn't want to know your own family, when I would give up anything to know who my father is."

"I didn't," she paused knowing no matter what she said wouldn't change the facts. "I didn't know."

"I just don't get why you'd come back when it was clear you liked your life before."

"You're right," she laughed, "I loved my life. Before you, and Jake come stumbling into my place of work, I was content. I worked a job I didn't have to, I went to school and got good grades. I followed my parents plan for me to the letter, and I was happy." She swallowed the lump that began to form in her throat before she tore her eyes from his to look at the ocean as he had before. "Before you, Jake, and Quil entered my life I was doing fine."

She stopped speaking for a moment letting the words linger between them, his body going stiff next to her. She took in a deep breath before she continued.

"But I guess that was the problem," she mumbled. "I never questioned what could have been, until I met you." She looked over at him, "I never wondered who I would have been had my parents not died. Until Quil tore into me on the phone the other night I never thought about what would have happened had I never been adopted." She bit her lip. "I guess, I never wished to know who I would have been because I was sure I was who I was meant to be. But being here, knowing my family, it changed all that."

He didn't say anything but instead he stood up holding his hand out for her. Kayla hesitated for a moment, taking his silence as a bad sign but she eventually took his hand to help herself up. He didn't let go when she stood, instead he laced their fingers together and began to walk. She didn't question him, instead she just followed as he led her from the beach. He took her along the roads of La Push, as people watched them move about hand and hand.

He didn't stop until they found themselves outside Emily's house, a frown on Kayla's lips. They had begun their walk at Emily's house and as they stood out front she began to wonder if her words had been to honest. It was meant simply to be a conversation where he would explain himself; instead she spilt her guts to him. She told him things she didn't even admit to herself.

He didn't drop her hand as they stood out front of the house, his warm hand nearly swallowing her own.

"Who do you want to be?" He asked her as they stood there.

"I don't know," she replied back, her eyes moving to look into his. "I thought I knew who I was. And I know it's a stupid movie cliché for me to question it now." She felt stupid as she continued to talk, the words spilling like water from her mouth. "I don't know who I am, or who I could have been. I just want to figure it out."

He nodded, "you can do that. Quil will help you do that; your Aunt will help you do that." He seemed to stumble over the next few words that left his mouth, "I can help you."

They stood there for a moment staring at each other before the door to Emily's was pushed open and a shirtless Paul came stumbling out.

"Did you tell her?" He asked loudly, a large smile on his face.

Kayla quickly pulled her hand from Embry's a blush creeping onto her cheeks while Embry moved toward Paul smacking the boy hard on the chest.

"Way to ruin the moment, you ass," Embry hissed only causing Kayla to blush more. "And no, we didn't get that far into the conversation."

He looked over at Kayla with a small smile, an offered aplogy.

"I still want my answers, Embry," she smiled back at him.

"I promise," he laughed, "tomorrow."

Kayla rolled her eyes as she approached him, hitting him gently on the arm.

"Why do I feel like that tomorrow isn't going to come?"

He simply didn't answer, only laughed as he walked into Emily's house leaving her outside with Paul. The two of them stood there for a moment looking at each other before Paul broke out in a grin. He walked away smiling to himself as he followed Embry.

"Yeah," she whispered, "tomorrow is never coming."