Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer and don't own any part of the Twilight Saga

A/N: Sorry this is kinda late (compared to the other chapters where I basically got one out everyday). I just had freshman orientation :O and I'm trying to finish my summer homework (I know, I procrastinated WAY too much…but I'm getting it done). Just a warning, I'm going on vacation Monday – Wednesday so I won't have the next (AND LAST) chapter out before then. OK! ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter 5: Confrontations

Emily POV

For the next few weeks everything went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could get. People stared, asked questions, and I had to blink back tears more often than I would have liked. But then I remembered who I would hurt if I showed any pain or weakness. Sam. I stayed strong because he had to stay strong.

I tried talking to him on more than one occasion about that much needed discussion but he'd avoid the topic like the plague saying that I had to get my feelings toward him in order first. He was probably waiting for the second I decided I hated him and wanted him to jump in front of a train or something. But my feelings were moving in the exact opposite direction. I could never hate him, I could just enjoy his company more and more.

Even though he avoided the one conversation that we truly had to have, we talked night and day about everything and anything. From his friends in school and the trouble they'd get in, to his aspirations and hopes for the future.

"Just protecting La Push and all humans." He would say.

"From what? The big bad druggies?" I snickered.

"Well, I can take care of them easily enough. But no, I was made to protect humans from something much worse; Vampires." Of course that would start a whole new round of questions. He couldn't tell me everything about that subject, he hadn't had to kill one yet. But he was looking forward to when he did. I didn't like that idea very much.

He seemed to be so open with me; he'd tell me anything. He'd answer and question I asked and some I didn't.

And the way he looked at me! Not to sound conceited, but he looked at me like I was his whole world, like he'd die without me.

Unfortunately I wasn't the only one who had noticed.

"What the hell, Emily?" Leah cornered me one day.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You know what." Leah spat. I just sighed in response. "How can you do this to me? I still love him, Emily. With all my heart. I never stopped. We were in love! He threw that all away, that was his fault. But you. You stole what I had left. I saw that he was suffering. Just a little, but he was suffering. Then you came. You made him happier. Well, not at first. At first it made him worse, which I loved. But then you actually started talking to him after he saved you. You made him happy, Emily! You stole what I had left! When he was suffering, I knew that he still loved me a little, otherwise he'd be partying it up or something. So with his moping I knew he still cared for me. YOU STOLE THAT AWAY FROM ME, EMILY! I still fricken love him! Do you know how hard it is to say that?" By the end she was at my feet sobbing. I knelt down next to her.

"Shh, shh. I'm so sorry. I'm not trying to fall for him, I'm just trying to comfort him. And listen to yourself; you said I made him happier. Then I'm doing what I've been trying to." She jumped up and let out a war-cry worthy screech.

"Fall for him?! You're falling for him?!"

I slowly stood up, not meeting her gaze.

"Fell." I said softly.

"Excuse me?" She hissed. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

"I…I love him." Another war-cry screech was sounded. "I'm sorry-" I was interrupted by a backhand t my right side that made me fly across the floor to the ground. At least it was my right side, I had a feeling that that would be the only pity I would receive from Leah. I felt my stitches to make sure they were all still there. They were.

"Get out of my house Emily. Don't come back." I heard her turn on her heel and storm out the back door.

I got up, packed all my things and dialed a number I now knew by heart.

He always answered on the first ring. I once asked him about that. He said if it was me, he never wanted me to go to voicemail in case it was important.

"Emily?"

"Hey Sam." I said sadly.

"What's wrong?" Concern colored his tone.

"Leah kicked me out."

"What." The way he said it made it more of a snarl and less like a question.

"It's okay, I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome. Can you dive me home? Back to the Makah Reservation? You don't have to, I can find a ride from someone else if you can't."

"No." He snarled again.

"That's okay, I can call someone else. Thank you anyway Sam." I said sincerely. I wouldn't make him give me a ride. I was getting ready to hang up.

"No, no, Emily that's not what I meant. I meant you're not going back to the Makah Reservation. Your home is here. The people who love you are here." He said tenderly.

"But I don't have anywhere to stay."

"Yes you do." He said like I was missing something obvious.

"No, Sam, Leah kicked me out." I felt like I was talking to a preschooler.

"You can stay with me." Those five words made my heart leap.

"For how long? A week?" I asked.

" For forever." He said it so sincerely, for a minute I actually believed that I could stay with Sam forever, and it made me happy. But then I remembered where I was and that might not have been the best idea.

"We don't need to piss Leah off more than she already is." I said, even to myself I sounded disappointed.

"Are you refusing my offer because of Leah or because you don't want to?" Sam asked.

"Leah." I said quickly before I could think about the consequences to that answer.

"Then it's settled. Emily, my new roommate."

"But-"

"Emily, let's make a deal. You agree to move in with me and we can have that conversation that you've been dying to have with me. If, let's say a week later, you really hate it, I can drive you up to the Makah Reservation." I paused, thinking about it.

"Deal?" He asked. I honestly loved the idea of living with him.

"Deal."