Chapter 3: Leah's House, La Push Reservation, 8:00 AM:
Leah left the house early in the morning. She wanted some relaxing time before she spent the day with Embry. Seth was still not home *sigh*, but Jacob was responsible enough, and she trusted him to look after her little brother. She looked through her meager wardrobe, and picked out a pair of dark blue jeans, a lilac shirt and a grey hooded cardigan. She finished this off with a gold necklace with an opal embedded in the head (inherited from her grandmother), and some green converse. She sprayed on a vanilla/floral scented French perfume and opened her door. She stepped outside quietly, as so not to wake her mother, and ran to her motorbike. She had bought it the previous week, and she was immensely happy with it. It was an electric red streaked with white and black, and it was incredibly fast, which pleased Leah.
She drove to Forkes, where she went for a coffee. She bought a strong, aromatic blend and enjoyed it while checking her emails at an internet café. She realized it was 9:30, and quickly began the drive to Embry's. She arrived there and knocked quietly. Embry emerged quietly, and Leah looked at him skeptically. He was dressed in black jeans, a green top with a Canadian band's name plastered on the front, and he had a black shirt on top of that, but without the buttons done up, so that the tee-shirt could be seen. He had pale blue sneakers on and he had spiked his hair. He had a cologne on that was masculine, but not overly so, and it had an earthy underlying base to the sharp, aromatic overtones of the rest of the cologne. She took this all in, and then realized that he had done this for her. No-one ever did anything for her. And to be truthful, he looked absolutely gorgeous. She embraced him and inhaled the warm, safe scent that was Embry. He looked initially surprised, but then awkwardly embraced back, murmuring a hello. She released him from her iron vice hug and commented on his dress sense. He blushed, still noticeably under his tanned skin.
'Hey,' Leah said joyously. 'Ready to go?' Embry nodded, so she pulled him towards the bike. 'We're both riding on that thing?' Embry questioned whilst nervously eying the bike as though it were a poisonous snake. 'Yeah, sure. Unless you've got a better ride?' Leah replied poisonously. Embry shook his head, so Leah jumped on the bike and Embry jumped on behind her.
Leah sped down the highway, with Embry clinging on tightly. The land rushed past them at incredible speeds, and Embry loved it. Embry had loved Leah for three months, and for three months, he did nothing but sit and wait for her to reciprocate the incredible passion he had felt for her. Yesterday, he had seen her on the beach, and the way that her hair billowed behind he in the wind and the way that she looked so very fiery, he could have fallen in love with her all over again, if it were not that every inch of him was all ready filled with his adoration of her. He had been possessed by a primeval urge to be with her and had subsequently asked her to the movies. He was giddy with bliss when she accepted.
They parked in front of Port Angeles' theatre and walked into the foyer. A new romantic comedy was on, and Embry asked her if she wanted to see it. She looked at him with a look of combined surprise and amusement, and then agreed. On the way to the cinema room she commented 'Romantic comedies, huh?' Embry grinned sheepishly and replied 'I've always loved chick flicks. Dunno why. Just seemed nice to imagine myself with one of those perfect girls.' Leah beamed cheekily, and accused 'So no-one in La Push good enough for you, huh?' Embry suddenly went quiet, and Leah knew better than to press him.
The movie started without much event, and there was the occasional burst of laughter. Embry and Leah sat there, grinning at each other when an inside joke appeared. Near the end of the movie, when the girl had decided that she loved him after all, Leah took Embry's hand in hers and smiled at him. Embry looked shocked, then confused, and finally happy. He squeezed her hand just as the hero and heroin kissed. They walked out hand in hand, and Leah was constantly reaching back to pat him on the knee. When they arrived at his house, they both got off the bike, and Leah farewelled 'See you, Em. I had a good time.' She pecked him lightly on the cheek then sped off into the distance.