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Chapter Three

U-Suck Moving Vans

Abby Shale - age 22

Location - The New House, La Push, WA

"Abby, what the hell do you own that is this fucking heavy!?" Nicole cried, her arms shaking as she hauled in a huge box that was most likely full of large wooden shelves I had bought from a flea market. The poor girl had sweat beaded at her brow, her thick blonde hair swept back into a messy little pony tail that looked too cute for moving shit into my new house.

"Honey, just set that down on the coffee table. We'll let Danny boy unpack that." I smiled. I ran my cloth with furniture polish on it down the old wooden banister, wiping off a layer of dust and grime. Gross. The new house was beautiful, but super old and dusty. Avery had to be kept out of it until we had cleaned the entire place, every nook and cranny in the place.

I had moved to a smaller two story farm sort of house that sat just outside of La Push, since I couldn't live on the reservation because I wasn't Native. It was halfway between the rez and Forks, and sat back in a small clearing, surrounded by tall trees with a long gravel drive leading to the house. (Which was really hard to get a stupid moving van down without breaking tree branches and mirrors off) It was a gray/green house with a heavy wooden door and slate colored shutters. Daniel came flying down the stairs, laughing wildly and covered in feathers.

"Let me guess." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Luc found an old pillow or something stuffed with feathers?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. HIs grin faltered, but he just laughed loudly once again and pulled me into a big hug, causing feathers to stick in my hair and to my clothes. Nicole was now laughing with Luc, who was also covered from head to toe in feathers. I looked up at him and actually saw him. The way he looked at Nicole was amazing. I had never noticed how in love he looked. Poor Luc would never have a chance if he didn't just speak his mind to her though. Nicole had no time for men. She didn't really think that she was as beautiful as she was, and most men were intimidated by her uninterested attitude towards them. Please God, give Luc a chance. The doorbell chimed loudly, breaking Luc out of his trance. I swung the door open and looked up at a tall, tanned man standing next to a small woman with the same tanned skin holding a large pie pan. Her face had three long scars that ran down it, pulling the corner of her eye and mouth down. She was still radiantly beautiful, and smiling at me widely.

"Hi! I'm Emily! This is Sam, my fiance." she said, smiling up at the giant man standing next to her who was looking at her lovingly.

"Hi." he said, his deep voice echoing through the empty room. He peered around me at the room. "Whoa. Mrs. Hannah sure did let this place get in bad shape. If you ever need and help around here, you can call us. I've got a big group of guys who could help out." he said.

"That would be great! But you don't know me, I mean.. Uh, I'm Abby by the way. Abby Shale. These are my brothers, Luc and Daniel, and this is Nicole, my best friend." I said pointing out everyone. Emily and Sam smiled and chatted a bit with everyone, and then Emily handed me the pie platter, along with telling me all of their phone numbers in case I ever needed them.

"My homemade Out of this World Pie. It's Sam and all of the family's favorite. So welcome to the neighborhood!" I thanked Emily at least twenty times before they left and I had to go back to working on the house. I finally decided that we all needed a break after about four more hours of working. I decided to take a drive through the reservation, pulling onto a street that led to a small park by the ocean. I walked down the edge of the beach, staring up at the tall cliffs that lined the ocean. All grays and greens and browns, except for a flash of russet skin and black hair. I squinted, looking harder through the fog. There was a man at the top of the cliff, and he was the most amazing thing I had ever seen.

He just sat there, looking so peaceful and still, but angry at the same time. How could somebody be so beautiful? I wanted to know him, to meet him and tell him my name, and to learn his. I wanted to look at his eyes and see what color they were, to compare his height to mine, to determine the exact shade of his hair. I wanted to walk up the steps carved into the steep cliff, tap his shoulder, and say "hi, my name is Abby. I want to get to know you." But I couldn't. He was like a raging storm, packed into one human body that stood at the top of this cliff. And as I watched on in horror, the beautiful storm leapt off the cliff and dove deep into the Pacific Ocean. He only looked up at me right before his body slammed into the water.

I didn't realize that I had screamed until I was scrambling up from my spot in the sand, rushing towards the gray water that churned in the ocean.

"Oh my God!" I cried, wading into the water. Why the fuck would somebody just dive off of a huge cliff into the ocean? Was he suicidal? He did look sort of upset. I just stood with my bare legs in the salty water, tears pricking at my eyes as I searched the horizon for any sign of the beautiful man who had maybe just tried to commit suicide. A low chuckle rumbled in my ear, and I spun to look to my left. He stood there, dripping wet, in a pair of gym shorts and nothing else, his short black hair inky and dripping. God, he was beautiful. Bright white teeth against darks skin and a muscled body. Gorgeous. My hand clutched my chest. He just stood there and grinned at me, staring at my shocked face.

"Are- are you okay? That- wow. That was a long fall!" I cried, Throwing my hands up in the air for emphasis and looking him over to make sure nothing was bleeding. He laughed quietly again, sticking his dripping hand out to me.

"I'm Embry Call. You new here?" he asked softly, his deep voice rough and like music to my ears. Wow. When did I get so cliche?

"I'm Abby Shale. Yeah, I just moved here with, uh, my "daughter"." I said, quirking my fingers. He raised his eyebrows, and his smile dropped. Great. There goes a potential buyer. "What- ah, are you married? And why the little quotes?" he asked. I shook my head fervently.

"No! Ah.. no. I'm not married. And I'm just Avery's legal guardian. Her parents died, and they left her to me. I mean, our parents, well, I mean- Ugh." I had never been so nervous around somebody. He smiled down at me, nodding for me to go on. "Um, well, her dad is my dad, but her mom's not. Thank the Lord." I said. He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Could I maybe, get your number or something?" he asked quietly. I nodded, and handed him my phone. We sat on a large piece of driftwood and talked telling each other everything about our family and friends. He owned a mechanic shop with his best friend Jacob, and had a roommate named Quil, who was his other best friend. He didn't know his dad, had an old dog named Shep, and didn't have a girlfriend. Yes! Yes yes yes! I love my life. I thought. The sun was starting to set off over the ocean, and clouds were rolling in. Nan had called a few minutes earlier and told me that the house was clean enough for Tex to sleep there. Tex was my nickname for Avery, must to my father and Steph's dismay. 'like from Tex Avery, guys! Isn't it cute?'

"Can I ask you a question?" Embry said. I nodded. "Do you uh, like, feel anything? Like, hmm, how do I explain it." He looked between us for a moment before becoming frustrated and looking out to the ocean.

"Like a magnet in your stomach?" I laughed. "Cause if that's it, then totally." He turned to me and smiled.

"Thats the perfect explanation." He looked at his feet thoughtfully, giving me some time to think of what I wanted to say next.

"Um, can I ask you a question?" I looked up at him from under my bangs. His eyes were wide, and then he blinked and nodded, his dark face flushing a bit. I grinned. I just made this huge, gorgeous muscly guy blush. "Why'd ya jump off that cliff? Do you want to end it all or something?" I said, dramatically putting my hand up to my forehead and leaning back, nearly falling off of the log. He reached back and steadied me before looking out to the churning ocean.

"Nah, I was just having a sucky morning and-"

"Whoa whoa whoa! So when you have suck ass days, you go and jump off of cliffs!?" I cried, jumping up.

"No! Thats not what I meant. We go cliff diving a lot, and I wanted to go. I just looked upset I guess cause I had a bad morning." He had pulled me down by my arm, his fingers intertwining with mine. I lifted our hands up, turning them over and examining them. "They look good together." I said, looking up at Embry to see him smiling. Whoa buddy, when had I ever been this forward with any man?

"They do. Maybe they should give each other their numbers?" I grinned at him and pulled my phone out.

"I think that's a great idea."