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Horton was back by next morning. I almost didn't notice him as I slumped into the kitchen, half asleep. I had had a very sleepless night, lying for hours and only thinking about one person: Embry. I couldn't get him off my mind, and I still hadn't figured out why. Only that he was more.

More than what?

The only sensible thing I could come up with was more than normal guys.

"Tired?" Horton asked me as I collapsed in the chair. I looked at him.

"How did you guess?" I mumbled. He smiled.

"Your shirt is on the wrong way," he answered, pointing at me. I frowned, looking down and found saw the little tag reading the name of the store I'd bought it in on the front.

"Oh," I mumbled, starting to drag my arms inside the sweater.

"Want some coffee?"

"Sure," I replied as I started to turn the shirt around with my arms curled up inside it, and then I stuck my arms through the right holes. Pleased with myself, I straightened in the chair and reached for the newspaper.

"I need the car today, so I'll drive you to the shop," Horton informed me as he put a cup of coffee in front of me.

"'Kay," I said, putting down the newspaper and taking a sip of the coffee. I grimaced. I hated coffee, but I needed the caffeine.

After a breakfast containing one apple and two cups of coffee, we were out the door. None of us said much during the drive, though I really wanted to ask him where he had been the last few days. Maybe meeting one of his girlfriends from that dating-site? When we arrived we both noticed that the front window of the store was completely covered with… something gross. Eggs?

Horton sighed, and I turned to see him shaking his head. "Bastards," he mumbled.

"What?"

"Probably just some stupid teenagers again. Do you mind taking care of that?" I stared at him. Me. Was I supposed to clean all that mess up? "There's a hose in the back," he added. Figuring I couldn't really be rude, I just nodded and got out. "Do you need me to pick you up too?"

"No, it's fine," I assured him. I'd either walk or get a ride with Embry. If he stayed all day, of course, but that wasn't sure he did I wasn't even sure he'd show up. What if I had offended him yesterday? I should just have said 'I love you' back.

I found the hose behind the store, and started dragging it to the front. It wasn't really heavy, but I was still inhumanly tired. I was yawning constantly as I started aiming water at the dirty window, watching as the icky eggs slowly run down the walls.

A voice behind me suddenly surprised me.

"Hi," it said, and made me jump. I whirled around, still clutching the hose. Embry was standing innocently a few feet behind me, his expression turning from happy to shocked. Horrified I realized that I was aiming the nozzle right at him, and he was already soaking.

"Wops," I said, quickly turning it off. "I'm sorry," I said, but I couldn't hide my smile. Embry was looking down at his wet clothes, frowning a little. Then he looked at me again with a mischievous grin that made me want to back away.

"Not as sorry as you will be," he assured me and took a step closer to me. With a gasp I turned on the water again, aiming it only centimeters from his feet.

"I have a hose, and I'm not afraid to use it," I threatened. He rolled his eyes and took two long strides towards me. He didn't care about the water hitting him this time, and I screamed and threw away the hose to escape.

I only got about two steps away before Embry caught the back of my shirt, yanking me back. I slammed into his wet-shirt covered chest, and he sneaked his arm around my waist to keep me in place.

"Don't you dare!" I shrieked, pushing at his arm.

"This is going to be cold," he told me matter-of-factly, and I felt him put the nozzle down under the neck of my shirt. The cold water ran down my back, making me scream even more. It was mixed with laughter, though, so Embry didn't take it seriously.

He turned off the water eventually, and I kept trying to push his arm away. I squirmed to get a better look at myself, looking at my clothes, surveying the damage. Or the wetness. My shirt was soaking, and I was glad I had chosen a blue one today. If it had been white it would be see-through by now, which would have been quite a catastrophe, seeing as the water made it cling to my body pretty uncomfortably.

"You are so dead," I hissed at Embry, a smile in my voice. I banged my fist at his arm, but of course it didn't budge. He chuckled, putting the nozzle back into my shirt. The cold water splashed down my back again before I had time to object, and I shrieked.

"Say that again?" he asked as he turned it back off. He held the hose so that I could see it, and I eyed it with narrowed eyes.

"I said I give up?" I admitted in a defeated tone. Embry let out an approving sound and threw the hose away as he put me back to the ground.

"That's what I like to hear. And now we have to get you some dry clothes."

Ten minutes later I was wearing a red La Push-t-shirt, size extra large because they didn't have pants or shorts in this stupid shop. I had tied my sweater around my waist to keep it in place, but it still looked ridiculous. With a grimace at myself in the mirror I left the bathroom, walking in behind the counter to see Embry occupied with playing with the ball made of paper.

He saw me, and his eyes measured me quickly. He smiled crookedly. "Looks good on you," he complimented, and I grimaced again.

"Right. What about you?" I didn't think even size extra large was big enough for him. Plus, as I already had noticed, we didn't have pants.

"Don't worry, I dry up pretty quick," he assured me.

"I'm sure you do," I replied sourly with a smile. Though, he had a pretty warm body temperature, maybe he actually did dry up faster than me. He looked at the paper ball again, holding it up in front of me.

"Seriously, how do they make these?" he asked me. I laughed.

"I have no idea. Origami?"

Embry frowned at the ball. "Perhaps," he agreed, putting it back on its shelf. "You look cold," he noted.

"Whose fault is that?" I asked with a smirk.

He grimaced. "My fault," he admitted in a childish regretting voice. I nodded.

"Yes, yes it is," I agreed.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be, I… customers!" I squealed like a little kid, skipping to behind the counter again. Embry frowned, then shook his head. I stood on my tip-toes to see who it was this time, and found that it was once again old ladies. Weird that all the customers here were oldies. Or, then again, maybe it wasn't so weird.

I hushed Embry every time he tried to say anything, watching the old women checking out all the different tea sets and decorations, studying their expression warily and waiting patiently for them to decide. They ended up with the same kind of tea set as the other two ladies had bought. No surprise there.

"Can I talk now?" Embry asked when they left.

"Yes, you can," I allowed.

"Thank you," he said in an overdramatized tone. He slumped over to the counter, where I was leaning on my elbows, and copied me. Our faces were only inches apart, and my breathing became rapid.

I suddenly noticed that there wasn't a single drop of water left on his t-shirt, and stared at him accusingly.

"Why are you all dry?" I asked indignantly. He looked down and grinned.

"Told you that I dry up quickly," he said smugly.

"That's… only… um." I turned around to look at the time, but Embry beat me.

"Seventeen minutes," he finished for me, and I glared playfully at him.

"Not fair. I have to wear an oversized t-shirt all day, and you –"

"But that's a good thing, since you look so cute in an oversized t-shirt," he interrupted me with an innocent smile. I blushed again, much to my embarrassment. I seriously never usually blushed. "I doubt I would look very cute in an oversized t-shirt," he mused.

The mental picture I got at his words was so funny that I burst out laughing embarrassingly loud. It would have looked ridiculous, and Embry seemed to agree with me. He smiled as well, but narrowed his eyes with a fake offended expression.

"Not nice, it took me years to become this confident. You just ruined my self-esteem for life," he accused me. I bit my lip to stop.

"Sorry, it's just that I don't think we could ever find a big enough t-shirt," I giggled, and he furrowed his brows.

"Watch your mouth," he snapped.

I pressed my lips together, but still smiled. When he kept glaring I just had to let out a giggle. He banged his fist on the counter.

"Okay, that's it," he exclaimed, and started to stalk around the counter. With a wince I jumped up, running to the opposite side of it than him.

"Stay," I ordered. He jerked to his right, and I did too. "Sit!" I tried, and he reached his arm over the counter and grasping after my arm. I laughed as I jumped back, and Embry darted after me around the desk. "Heel!" I shrieked hysterically as his arms encircled me.

"I'm not a dog," he said offended.

"Really? You could have fooled me," I giggled, and he growled playfully. Since he was already holding me it was easy for me to plant a kiss on his lips. "Is it better now?"

"Almost," he replied, and I kissed him again. "Again," he said when I pulled back.

"Will you ever get enough?" I asked him with a smile.

"No," he answered. He kissed me this time, and it lasted much longer than the last two. I only had to pull back when I heard the door open.

"People! Down!" I ordered, pushing for emphasize. Embry made an annoyed sound and tried meeting my lips again, but I turned away. "Later. Down," I repeated, and he reluctantly let me go.

This time it was some polish tourists that obviously was lost, and I tried my best to explain to them how to get to wherever they were going. Embry was no help at all, standing in a corner, holding a hand over his mouth so he wouldn't burst out laughing. I sent him a couple of glares, and he simply grinned back.

"Did they seriously think that I could speak polish?" I asked when they had finally left.

"Obviously they did," Embry smiled.

"I said I didn't, and I told them I had no idea where that stupid place was, and their map was forty years old. I don't even live here!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. Embry looked amused. "What?" I asked.

"You're funny when you're overreacting," he simply said with an innocent expression. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled.

The hours at work went much faster today than it had done before. Of course it was because of Embry, I couldn't deny that. Embry, who loved me. I envied him, actually. It seemed so easy for him to love me, but I wasn't even sure about how I felt. He didn't seem to mind, luckily, and he hadn't even asked me. I thought it was because he didn't want to pressure me, but I was afraid to let myself believe that. He was already too much of a dream guy.

I didn't think I really deserved him, so I was trying to show him that even though I wasn't able to say 'I love you' just yet, I still cared about him. I smiled widely and responded whole-heartedly to everything he said or did, and to be honest it didn't take much of an effort. I really liked him.

Trying to make in the lame lie I had fed him with yesterday true, I went to get a blue t-shirt for Lena in size small. I paid for it and the one I was already wearing, and refused to let Embry pay mine.

"But it was my fault," he tried convincing me.

"Doesn't matter," I cut him off.

I also bought the paper ball, much to Embry's amusement.

"Lena would like it as much as you. It would keep her occupied for days," I smiled. I put it in a box so it wouldn't be ruined, then I packed it all together, adding a little note that I wrote down quickly. I could post it after work.

"I noticed there's no car out there," Embry suddenly said, like he just remembered it. I looked up to see him looking disapprovingly down at me.

"Horton drove me. He needed the car," I said defensively before I tried to memorize Lena's address.

"And how were you going to get home?"

"You could drive me?" I replied innocently without looking up. I wrote 'Lena Reynolds' with big, clear letters on the package. I frowned. My handwriting wasn't very good, but it would have to do. As I started to write down the address, Embry cleared his throat. I looked back up. "Don't you believe me?" I asked him.

"Not really, no," he answered.

"Well, can I get a ride with you?" I asked with a crooked smile. Like I even would have to ask, he would probably have dragged into his car me if I even mentioned walking.

"Yes," he replied slowly, measuring my expression like he thought I was up to something. I rolled my eyes again, concentrating on Lena's package again.

There were no more customers the rest of the day, but it didn't matter. It wasn't boring with Embry there, and he didn't seem to be bored either. He drove me home, like he had promised, and even stopped at the post office so that I could post Lena's package. When we were at the house he seemed reluctant to let me go.

"I would have come in, but I have a thing," he said sadly. I smiled.

"That's okay. I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" I asked hopefully. He seemed to like the fact that I wanted him to come, because he beamed and nodded eagerly.

"Of course," he said.

"Okay. See you then," I smiled, and opened the door. Embry cleared his throat, like before, and I looked at him. He looked at me like he was waiting for something. I stared blankly. "What?" I asked stupidly.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" he hinted. I shrugged. He sighed overdramatically, reaching out for me. I understood and smiled as I leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. Apparently I pulled back to soon, because Embry made an annoyed sound as I skipped down on the pavement.

"We'll save some for tomorrow, okay?" I said, surprising myself a little with how flirty I suddenly sounded. Embry lightened up again, nodding in agreement the same way as earlier. I chuckled and closed the door after me, feeling his eyes on me as I walked inside.

I suddenly realized that I dragged out the day at the beach into like three chapters. I figured it was time to make it a new day..

So this chapter is pretty meaningless and a bit short, so I don't like it. But next chapter will have more action. XD

And I wanted to say thank you to my faithful reviewers, you are few, but you are all very appreciated =P

My record for reviews is still on chapter 10 with 23. Don't know why that one chapter got all the attention..

There's like over 50 people that alerted this story, and about 10-15 reviews per chapter. It would take you guys about thirty seconds to leave me a note. I read this other fic today, it was called 'An average werewolf' and it seriously rocked, and the author, Auphora66, said that she would send a PM to all those who had alerted the story without reviewing. That sounded sort of clever. Maybe I'll start doing that.. Alerters, be warned..

Oh, and I put out a link to a picture of the paper ball! I figured it deserved some attention, it has such an important role in the story.

I'll go now and finish next chapter. It's one of my favorite parts, so I wrote it a long time ago.. he he.. I get obsessed.. like I'm obsessed with this song right now, 'Leave out all the rest' by Linkin Park. Seriously, I've been listening to nothing else all day.

Mum thinks I've got the swine flu. Just the name of it depresses me. I mean, swine? Ugh. It's just a normal cold.