A/N: Hey!!! Thank you all so much for those lovely reviews!!! (Keep them coming, btw^^) I' so excited that you seem to like my little story - and I really hope you will enjoy this chapter as well. In my head it sounded like so much fun but I can only hope that I managed to write it funny, too...
Disclaimer: nope, exept for Amy I don't own anyone... how sad^^
2. Chapter
STALKING
„Stalking is such an ugly word,
I prefer obsessively shadowing"
Three days had passed since that memorable brunch at Emily's place and Amy could not think of anything else than this Embry guy. What happened? She still had not got the slightest clue for Emily would wrap herself into silence and only give her cryptical looks whenever she mentioned Sam and his friends, Embry in particular...
Amy had spent a lot of time at Emily's minding her baby son, learning how to cook – for some reason Emily thought it was neccessary for the young girl to know – or just chatting away about nothing and everything. But she had never run into Embry again. Sometimes one of the other guys would be hanging about the place, dropping by for dinner or picking up Sam. However, the one person she always hoped to run into – though Amy would never admit it, not even to herself – didn't show.
It was as if his existence had been erased from her life. At the thought, Amy's stomach seemed to double over making her feel sick, suddenly her surroundings were not as colorful as before, life stopped having a reason.
Her eyes were searching for a hold as if she was about to drown in the swirl of her emotions. When Emily - while feeding her son - looked at the young girl across the table, she nearly got a heart attack at how white Amy's face was, as if every bit of blood had been drained off it.
"Sweetheart, are you all right?" Emily asked worried.
"...uhu..." Having Emily's hand waving in front of her face made Amy snap out of the black hole she had fallen into. Slowly returning back to reality she could only wonder about what had her so miserable all of a sudden. It surely wasn't the perspective of not seeing that stranger again, that gorgeous stranger with the curly hair, the manly chin, the steely muscles and the endlessly kind eyes... Okay, maybe it had to do something with him, but she would not allow herself to fall for some random guy she did not even know – maybe he had a girlfriend or was even married, he did look old enough to be married. Anyway, she would control her feelings this time. Having been hurt that recently by aguy not returning her feelings made Amy extra careful.
"Yeah, I am..." she croaked to soothe the older woman that had welcomed her so lovingly in La Push where she did not know anyone her own age.
Before Emily could start interrogating her on what had just happened, they heard the door swung open. A pair of heavy footsteps entered the kitchen. Expecting it to be Sam, Amy did not look up and therefore was entirely taken aback when she recognised the rusky, sandpaper-like voice of Embry Call great them.
"Hey Emily, how are you?", he lifted the baby up in the air making faces to get it to laugh. He succeeded almost immediatly. Then he looked at Amy flashing her his most dazzling smile "Hey Amy" the way he said her name made her shiver. If it had not been for the little boy pulling Embry's hair and demanding his attention, she would have once more lost her sanity in the depths of his eyes.
"Embry, why don't you take Amy for a walk on the beach? I hadn't got the chance to show her around that much... Besides, I think she needs some fresh air anyway..."
"Sure" the shrug of his shoulders would have seemed very nonchalant to anyone who did not know him but Emily knew better – the thought of being alone with his imprintee for the first time was giving him goose bumps, making his inards tighten together and sending adrenaline rush after adrenaline rush through his veins.
On his way out, he stopped at the doorway waiting for Amy to get up and walk over to him so they could continue together. Stepping outside a harsh wind brushed over her face and made her teeth chatter for a second. Embry was almost immediately at her side. There seemed to be heat radiating off his barely dressed body. In fact, he was only wearing jeans cut offs just like the first time she had met him.
"Are you not freazing?" Amy adressed him disbelieving.
"Umm... not really. You know, there's probably something wrong with my blood circulation. I can't really explain it...yet"
Since he seemed, as he did not want to go further into detail, Amy did not push him.
"So, where are we headed to?"
"To 'first beach', it's my second favourite spot in all La Push. When it's not raining we have bonfires down there. By the way, we'll held one next Saturday, you should come. It'll be fun!"
"I'd love to" Amy replied simply.
They kept on walking until the ground got sandier and the finally stood on 'first Beach'.
"It's breathtaking" she whispered.
Embry looked at her astonished "Who the hell uses words like 'breathtaking'?"
"I do" out of a sudden impulse she stook out her tongue and started running towards the water laughing wildly. She had not felt as free as right then and there on the open stormy beach with some halfnaked stranger in a long time. Sensing Embry close up to her easily with long strikes adrenaline kicked in causing her to run even faster. She eventually could not keep it up any longer, playfully breaking down on the ground, doubling over with laughter. Embry fell down on his knees next to her offering her his arm for support so she would not be fully laid on the cold sand. He cheerfully joined her outburst of happiness. They stayed in that position for quite a while laughing their heads off for no reason.
ooOoo
The two of them had spent the rest of the afternoon together at 'first beach' talking about their lives, exchanging funny childhood anecdotes and randomly bursting into fits of giggles as if they had known each other since the beginning of time and space.
From that day onwards, Embry would a dozen times a day accidently cross Amy's way, run into her at the store, turn up at Emily's for no reason other than being served huge meals – not that there was food at his own place – or drop by something at her aunti's. Everytime her eyes would fall upon his over-sized, muscular figure, her heart would promptly beat faster, her entire body start to prickle, the corner of her mouth pull up into an adoring smile. Amy could count on Embry showing up when she least expected him. He always took time to talk to her, take her on a ride in his car, or ask her on a walk. His unpredictability made each day an adventure.
While purchasing the goods her aunt had told her to she once again got lost in her thoughts of the keen guy that had quickly become her closest friend in the reservation. Being entirely oblivious to her immediate surroundings she triped over a bag of dried fruits lying on the ground. Purely unable to prevent herself from falling embarrassingly on the ground, she could only hope for a miracle to happen. Never actually having believed in miracles Amy was all the more surprised when a pair of strong arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her back upright. Looking up to her saviour she was indulged by Embry's all too generous smirk.
"Are you stalking me?" she asked indignantly as she would never admit how thankful she was at that moment.
"Well, stalking is such an ugly word..." he began with a gamy waggling of his eyebrows. Seeing her facial expression break down into pieces leaving nothing behind but a puzzled look on her beautiful face, Embry started laughing so hard he had to let go of her until he had fully calmed down again. Then he almost instantly took Amy's caddy and helped her finish off the shopping flashing her a smirk from time to time while she pretended not to notice his existence.
Afterwards he gave her a ride home so she would not spread her groceries over the road leading to her house. Arriving in front of her aunti's house, she got out of the car as majestically as possible still disregarding Embry who waved at her and drove off laughing heartly.
Amy still could not decide whether to appreciate his help or to hate him for showing up in what had been such a mortifying moment for her. It seemed as if he always walked in on her when she embarrassed herself completely in front of everyone like just there in the store.
Though it had only been a random question that had popped into her head the minute he unexpectedly saved her - once more - she now started to wonder if there was something true about it. Was he really stalking her? Not that she thought herself special enough for someone to stalk her... But what if he did?
No, no way... However even if he did – as impossible as it sounded – she would not want him to stop. Was that crazy?
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