"Holy shit, Seth you animal!" a male voice broke through my dream. It took me a moment to realize that I was in Seth's room again, spending the night. I've only been back for three days and I've slept with Seth all three nights.

I felt Seth pull me closer and nestle his head between my breasts, before the pillow was pulled from under my head. A muffled 'hey' filled up the silence in the room before the pillow was chucked back.

"Go away Paul," Seth muttered, "I'm busy."

That set the boys in the doorway into fits of cat calls and wolf whistles; mood ruined. I groaned and tapped my foot on Seth's, resulting in him looking up at me as I clutched the bed sheet closer. He didn't have to bother asking what was wrong; my face told him everything he needed to know.

Seth's hand dropped to the floor to retrieve his forgotten boxers before he – somehow – slipped them on while hovering over me; under the covers. He kissed my lips softly before slipping from the covers and walked towards his buddies, shutting the door behind him.

I sighed and flopped over onto my stomach, entwining my body in the sheets in the process. Breathing in, a whiff of Seth's woodsy aroma, I allowed myself to mull over everything. When they reached Jake, something inside me felt different; strange different. I passed over the thought, reminding myself that he was happy with Bella Swan.

The sun had begun shining through the window near Seth's bed, making any extra sleep I would attempt to get out of arms reach. It was on this note that I gathered my clothes and slipped them on quickly.

"I should probably head home," I mused as I walked into the kitchen, running a hand through my hair before picking up my bag from the table. "I'll call you later though."

Leaning into him and rising to my tippy toes, I placed my lips to his for a quick peck; he turned it into something just short of a make out session though. I giggled as I pulled away, winking at him and swaying my hips before leaving the house.

It didn't take me long to get home, fifteen minutes tops. Unaware if my father was at home or not, I fished my key out of my pocket as I approached the driveway. Sliding the key into the lock, I wrenched the door open as our only neighbor's door shut.

"Canada, how've you been?" a voice that could only belong to Embry asked, from near Jacob's place.

"Alright, you?" I responded; my back to him as I took my keys from the door.

"Good, how was your little trip back home?"

I sighed, dropping my bag to the floor, not really wanting to talk about this. Especially here and now. "Fine, I've got a lot of work to catch up on Em, I'll talk to you later 'kay?"

It wasn't a complete lie; I did have quite a bit of work that I had to catch up on. I just really wasn't actually planning on doing it; he didn't need to know that though. He bid me farewell before I closed the door and climbed the stairs to my bedroom.

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"Samantha, you're home," my father said as he entered the house 'round 6pm. I was in the kitchen, having spent a fare amount of time making homemade pizza; completely from scratch.

"Yea I came home around noon, I had to catch up on all my school work," I replied, pulling the finished pizza from the oven before putting the other one in.

"You didn't have to make so much; it's just you and me."

"And Sam and Emily. No doubt he's heard I'm back and wants to lecture me on my leaving and such."

My father nodded his head as he hung his jacket on the coat rack in the front hall. When he walked into the living room, a knock echoed throughout the hall before he door opened. Sam called out a greeting, one that both my father and I replied to.

Sam and Emily went into the living room, to speak to my dad as I prepared the kitchen table. I cut the pizza, put it in the middle of the table, put the bread sticks on, filled the glasses with water, and removed the second pizza from the oven.

"Do you need any help?" Emily asked, surprising me because I thought she was with my dad and brother.

"Emily," I said startled as I clutched my chest. "No, I've just got to cut this and I'll be done. But, you could take the orange juice and put it on the table for me."

As Emily did so, I cut the pizza into slices and placed it alongside the other. The jug of orange juice soon hit the table.

"Dinner," I called as Emily and I took a seat at the table.

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"Bye dad, bye Samantha, I really enjoyed dinner," Sam said as he and Emily walked to his pickup truck.

My dad stood in the doorway, waving them off as I retreated to the kitchen. Before they left, Emily had stayed in the kitchen to help me with the clean up, leaving me with more time to talk to my brother.

Being Sunday, I only had a few things to worry about; school the next day and the homework assigned on Friday. Seeing as I'd finished my homework, I had nothing to do before bathing then going to sleep. I headed up to my room and dug my cell out of my bag, instantly dialing Seth's number.

"Hey hun how was your day?" Seth asked as he picked up.

"Pretty good, I did my homework, cooked dinner and had my brother over. It's been a while since we talked like we did."

"Sounds…fun?"

"Oh shut up," I giggled at his tone, flopping down onto my bed. "So what did you do? You know, seeing as my day was so fun."

"Ah, well, you know; it was pretty darn boring. The high light – I'd have to say – was waking up on top of a hot ass chick," I laughed at his excited tone. "But waking up next to you is pretty good too hun."

A knock at the door caught my attention. "Right, as much as I'd love to talk about this 'hot ass chick', I've got to get the door; see you at school."

"Love you too."

"I love you."

By the time I'd ended the call, picked myself up off my bed, and made it out into the hall my father had opened the front door. I watched as Quil's, Embry's and Paul's large frames came into view.

"Hey Mr. Uley, Sam home?" Paul asked, receiving a confused stare from my father.

When it clicked, I could tell dad felt stupid, "Yea she's in her room, Samantha!"

I slid down the banister and smiled up at my three friends. My father left, reminding us all that it was a school night, and told us he was going to Billy's to watch a football game.

"What's up guys?" I asked after ushering them all into the house.

"Your sex life," Paul snickered, waggling his eyebrows at me; before I chucked an apple at his head. "Thanks for the snack."

"Really, what do you guys want?"

I watched as both Quil and Embry shared a look before turning to stare at me. They weren't very discrete at whatever they were trying to hide. I sighed and walked into the living room, pulling my ps2 from under the TV.

"What are you doing?" questioned Quil from somewhere in the living room – or hallway.

"Rock Band."

"Why?"

"Helps me think."

"How – forget it, can we play?"

"Only if you're ready to get schooled."