Embry's Calling
Chapter 6

LizPOV

"What the hell was that about?"

Chantal and I climbed into my car, and the question that I hoped she wouldn't ask came out.

"Uh, what do you mean about that?" I replied, starting the car. Please don't answer, please don't answer.

"I think you do know, but I'll remind you. That random guy-"

"His name's Embry," I said softly.

She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, Embry. Embry walks in, gives you a mega-long stare, and just as I'm about to ask what his problem is I turn and see you staring back at him."

I nodded, not really paying attention to what my best friend was saying, and started to slip Embry's number into my pocket.

"What is that? Give it," she reached over, and I held my arm above my head, glad that Chantal was so short, and that I was tall. Well, I should've known that she wouldn't give up that easily. She leapt on my arm, and tried to grab it, but my kung fu grip was strong.

"UGH, watch it, you're gonna kill us!" I quickly steadied the steering wheel, and that's when she grabbed the card.

"Hmm, Embry Call 555 642 1587. He gave you his number. What a freak." She pressed the button to slide the window down, but I grabbed the card again and slid the window up, locking the button.

"Come on, Liz, the guy is probably a pervert or something. You saw the way he was staring at you!" She tried to mimic someone giving you the evil eye, and I shook my head at her.

"No, he's not creepy, and he wasn't staring at me. Well, not like that, anyway. It's like he was…I don't know, looking into my soul or something," I said, thinking about it.

Chantal scoffed. "Oh, please! That's total crap and you know it." I pulled up into our apartment parking lot, parked in the garage and turned the engine off. In the elevator going up I didn't even say a word to Chantal, and we didn't even jump when it reached the top, like we always did.

I took my keys out and opened the door, kicking my shoes off and turning to my friend, who was attempting to take her heels off.

"Here, let me help you, Chant," I said, unstrapping the strap and pulling it off her feet. I helped with the other one, too, and then looked at her.

She gave me a hard look, and crossed her arms. "Don't you even think about calling him."

I sighed. "Look, Chantal, Embry seems different than all the other guys. I get a good feeling from him. I really think I should call him."
"Liz, I'm not doing this to be a bitch; I'm doing this for your safety. I've seen you and the guys you've dated, and you look happy. And then they dump you. I just…I don't want you getting hurt again, and by someone you actually think will be different." Her expression softened, and the real Chantal was back again. I gave her a huge hug, and we stayed like that for a minute.

"Thank you, Chant, but I really have a feeling with Embry. I've never felt this about any of the guys I've dated; I would've told you if I had. You're my best friend, you should know what I should do, and you know I'll listen to what you say. But I might not do it exactly." We both laughed.

"Yep, we're true best friends. Now, get off me, shitface."

"Hoe."

"Tramp."

We laughed and continued with this game; it was a game where we dissed each other, or thought of mean things to say to people that pissed us off. But I noticed that we also did this when the moment was getting too mushy.

About an hour later, I picked up my phone, carefully dialing the number. Before I pressed 'call', I thought it through one more time, and then I pressed the button.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

A rule me and Chantal made: If the phone rings more than 4 times, and no one answers, hang up. This had to be about the only time that I didn't use the rule.

A few rings later, someone picked up the phone.

"Hello?" A tired voice said.

I took a deep breath. "Hi, is this Embry? It's Lizzie Greene." I hoped that he remembered me.

"Lizzie? Uh, hey. Did you need anything, I thought you were gonna throw my number out or something." I could hear the hope in his voice, and I smiled.

"Why would I do that, Embry? And, I wanted to see if you wanted to go somewhere sometime, you know, get to know each other." I gulped.

"Are you free tonight at 8:00? Maybe we could go to Port Angeles for coffee or something."

I smiled even wider. "Um, yeah, I'm free tonight. Should I meet you at the Starbuck's there?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Well, I'll see you later then. Bye, Lizzie," Embry said, sounding much happier than when he first answered.

"Bye!" I answered, and slowly hung up. I saw Chantal standing across the room from me, tapping her foot and looking at the time.

"Well, big girl, right now its 6:30pm. Why don't you get a quick make-over from yours truly?"

Oh, crap. Chantal is on the loose. I'm sorry to anyone is is really confused by my story; I'll try to make it more clear. Plus, ver, ver, VERY sorry if you guys were getting annoyed by the depressing Embry. Here are some answers to your questions:

lovelydasom- yes, it is depressing, so truly sorry about that. but he thinks lizzie is getting married! btw, she isn't, but it makes no sense to have her in a bridal shop if Embry didn't THINK shes getting married.

Well, as always, Review :)