Embry POV
"I thought I told you guys not to let me get hammered." Sam complained to us. "I'm getting married in four hours!"
"Sam, calm down." I said. "We'll just get some Advil in your system, and then you'll feel better soon."
He groaned. "I feel like crap."
"I don't think anyone feels worse than Paul." Quil mumbled, gesturing to the guy throwing up in the bathroom. "He drank way more than anybody here."
"Good point. Well, just get me that Advil, then everyone besides Paul and Jared get a move on. Alice Cullen is in charge of setting up Emily's dream wedding, and according to Jake, she's intense. I want everyone showered, Advil in there system, coffee, and a good smile on your face because im getting married today. Gottit?"
"Gottit." Everyone echoed and we moved into action. Taking turns showering was hectic, because everyone wanted there turn. There had even been an argument, then it was decided that Paul go first, because he was the most drunk. He used up just about all the hot water, and after that, he sat outside with timer, giving us each ten minutes.
All the wolves dressed in the same thing. Black pants, black dress shoes, a white buttoned down shirt, and a tie that represented our color of fur when we turned into wolves. So, mine was a golden color.
Three hours later, we finished setting up, and people began showing up. It was a small wedding on the beach, the main color pink, for Emily. Leah was the maid of honor, seeing as she had imprinted and was now a happy person, and once again Emily's best friend. Kim was the other bridesmaid. For Sam, Paul was best man, then Jared the other groomsman. Claire was the flower girl, and Emily's cousin's son was the ring bearer.
The beautiful ceremony went on without a disruption, outside, in the beautiful snow covered December day. The reception went on, and everyone was pleased with it.
Except for me. I was glad Sam was happy, but love was just plain hurtful to me. It screwed up everything. I mean, look at Jake, and Bella, and Edward? And, Sam, Emily, and Leah? Like I said, it did nothing but screw everything up, then fix everything later. It wasn't even worth it.
Or so I thought.
We found out that Sam would stop phasing after the wedding, and that Jake would be the Alpha of the two packs joining together. We were all surprised, but pleased. Jake later informed that I could tell my mother about the pack, so Sam would come over to my house after their honeymoon to explain.
Later that day, around six o'clock, Jake, Quil, and I were hanging around Quil's room. It was unusually clean for him to keep his room that way, but his mom made him. It was because his cousin was coming to live with them, and they had to clean up. I didn't see the point. If she was living with them, she would see his room dirty. I mean, we were going into our junior years of high school. How could anyone expect a room to be clean, of a seventeen year old boy?
"Dude," Jake said. "I'm so uncomfortable in your room right now, I just wanna wreck it."
"Trust me," Quil said. "I know. I hate it. Everything feels so out of place."
"Don't worry." I told them. "Quil will have it dirty as possible by the morning."
"Exactly." Quil said. "All I have to do is wait for her to get here, say I needed to look for something, and just tear it up again. Then I'll feel at home."
Just then, the doorbell rang. "Time for cousin Jay." Quil grinned. I knew he loved his cousin, and they were inseparable. But, now, after her mom died, she became more distant, and they didn't talk as much. Little did we know that it was because she was getting abused. We had just found out to days before.
Quil hopped up and ran to meet his cousin. Family love. Now, that love, I could handle.
Jay POV
He threw a beer bottle at my head.
"Father!" I sobbed. He had already crushed my leg and bruised my arm and face.
"Don't you snap at me girl." He grumbled, pulling me up by the waist, and throwing me down. I gasped in pain. I didn't understand. I hadn't done anything wrong. Why was I so imperfect.
"Father, please." I pleaded. I could feel my face contorting in pain.
"No!" he yelled. "Get back to work girl, I want my floor spotless. Now!"
I hopped out bed as soon as I woke up. I couldn't wait to be out of there. The room was small, not in a cozy way, but in a stuffy way, especially since it was so dark. I ran to the shower, and used all the hot water, just to take up the time. The Department of Social Service's lady would pick me up in her car, the take me to get my tuck from my old house, and take me to aunt Jessica's, all staring at four. As it was nine o'clock in the morning, I needed to make up ways to pass time.
I rummaged through my clothing, picking out my favorite outfit. A pair of blue jean mini shorts, that had pink stars on the back pocket's, a pair of white, paint splattered converses, and a cute, tight pink tank top that had a star in the corner of it. In case you hadn't noticed, I liked pink, and I like stars. Preferably pink stars.
I went through my bag, grabbing my hair dryer and make up, and pulling them out. Using the mirror they put in the room, I blew dry hair, and examined it.
I had long black hair, common in La Push, that was many different layers, and had plenty of volume, which I took pride in. I had Sandra Bullock bangs, which I loved, even when they sort of got in the way. I put on foundation, mascara, a soft pink eye shadow, and pink lip gloss. My make up routine was simple. I stared ta my reflection, my almond shaped, grey eyes, looking mysterious. I had high cheek bones, and a thin, but fit figure. My eyelashes were long and thick, emphasized by the mascara. I had a natural blush in my cheeks. I was beautiful. I promise, I was far from vain, but I took pride in my beauty.
I sat down on the bed with my favorite book, Someone Like You, by Sarah Dessen. Before I knew it, it was four o'clock, and there was knock at the door. It was Mrs. Steven's, the DSS lady who would take me to Aunt Jessica's. She was a petite women, who wore five inch heels and pulled her hair back in a tight bun, with glasses on her nose. Today, she wore jeans, stilettos, and a tight, dressy shirt. She could dress jeans up, something I noticed about her. She always had on jeans, but managed to look dressy and professional. She helped with my small amount of things to take to her car, and we were off. I was quite pleased when I saw my truck. I loved it. It was an old, black, F150, and it ran great. It had two seats, both leather, and the air conditioning was kick butt. It was able to play CD's and the radio wasn't staticy. It didn't look perfect, it ran perfect, and like I said, I loved it.
I followed Mrs. Steven's to my Aunt's house, excited to see her, and my cousin Quil, who used to be my best friend before my mother died. After my father started abusing me, I knew I wouldn't be able to talk to him much.
When I saw the house ahead of my, warmth flooded through my veins. For the past four years, I had had nothing but coldness around me, and now I knew it would be different.
But, when Quil opened the door, and made to hug me, I cringed away from him.
"Jay?" he asked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I said. Except that the last time someone put his arms around me, my leg was broken, and my butt was fractured. No biggy. I though to myself. Out loud I said, "So, where's that hug, boy?" He grinned, picking me up and swinging me around.
"I missed you cuz!" he said. "It's been forever!"
"I know!" I said, gripping him tightly. "I've missed you too. But you're really hot!" He set me down.
"Why thank you." He said, grinning.
"I meant your temperature, Quil. Are you sick?" I demanded.
"Nope." He said. All my friends are like this."
"Steroids are bad for seventeen year old guys, Quil."
"Come on in!' he said, grabbing my bags without effort, and leading me into the house. "Mom has to talk with the lady, and finish signing papers, anyway, so come on!" He showed me the living room, the bathroom, the guest room downstairs, and his parents room. Then, he showed me upstairs, which held another guest room, a study, a bathroom, and his room. The guest room was a light pink, with green and white accessories. I loved it all ready. The bedspread was a pastel green, with light and dark pink pillows. On the walls hung one large pictre, and then two smaller pictures, all of the beach, and all sketched in pen beautifully. Quil said his friend Jared did those. The floors were light green carpet also, and there was a small balcony. I had my own bathroom, which was white tile floored and had green walls, with green and white towels. The shower curtain was pink. There was a closet, a dresser, a bedside table, a lamp, and a desk that held another lamp, and two other things.
"Quil, what are these?" I asked him, pointing.
"I'm pretty sure they are what they look like." Hr grinned at me, setting my stuff down.
"Why would your mom give me a lap top and cell phone?" I demanded.
"Because you live with us \, and you are close to us. You're their second daughter now, and they're gonna treat you like it. I have the same things, but a different cell phone, and your lap top is better."
"What phone do you have?" I asked.
"The GZone." He answered. "You've got the Mv3."
"Cool." I said, still taking it all in. "I wanna see your room more closely."
"Okay. Come on." He said, pulling me next door to his room. "This is it." The first thing I noticed was that it was clean, and the second that there were two guys, one at the desk, he other in a bean bag.
"Wow." I said."It's clean. I'm so proud."
"Yep." He said.
"Not for long." One of them muttered. Quil threw a pillow from the bed ta him, but he easily caught it.
"You remember my best friends, Jake and Embry, right?" he asked.
"Yeah." I said. "Embry's arrogant and cocky, and Jake is nice, but hilarious, and sometimes a smartass." Both of their faces fell.
"Nice." Quil said. "you've got 'em nailed!"
"Oh yeah, you're like them put together, only a little less cocky than Embry." I smiled at the cousin I loved so much. He glared at me as his friends howled with laughter. "Wow guys." I said. "You must really like to howl." For some reason, that made them laugh even harder, and Quil joined in. I didn't get it.
"Alright, Quil, I'm hungry." I stated.
"You'll fit in well." Embry grinned. "Go into the fridge, top shelf, on the right. There is some butt kicking homemade pizza left over."
"Do you live here?" I asked.
"Basically. Well, at least until I tell my mom. Then Quil and Jake can come over to my house, seeing as Paul is always at Jakes house." Jake smacked him.
"Tell your mom what?" I asked.
"What?" he responded.
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Hmmm."
"I'm outta here." I said in defeat, throwing my hands in the air.
As I walked out, I barely shut the door, and started to walk away when I heard Embry.
"Dude, your cousin is hot." he said, and I could almost here the smile in his voice.
"Don't even think about it?" Quil growled. I smiled to myself, walking away.
You're not so bad yourself, Embry.
Embry POV
"Dude." I said to Quil, as Jay walked out of the room. "Your cousin is hot!"
"Don't even think about it." He growled back at me.
"Think about what? How can I not think about her. She's gorgeous!"
"Don't you dare imprint on her."
"Didn't even think about it."
"Sure." He grumbled.
"You told me not to." I shrugged. Then after a moment. "Anyways, who would want to imprint. Love sucks, man. All it does is tear people apart."
"the only reason you say that," Jay appeared in the doorway, cold pizza in her hand. "Is because you just want someone to love. Normally, that happens when you see it all around you, and you want it."
"Didn't you hear me talking?" I snapped. "I think love is just something say they're in when they….they…"
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Cat got your tongue?"
"More like wolf." Jake mumbled.
"I've got to go." I muttered, getting up and walking out of the room. She came after to me.
"Look," she said, grabbing my arm. "I was just kidding."
"Yeah, right."
"Seriously. I was. And, I was letting you know that, I see through your act."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said.
"Yes you do Embry." She smiled softly, gazing at me with beautiful grey eyes. "Yes you do."
"It won't work." i said to her.
"What?"
"Gazing at me with beautiful eyes, and smiling a breathtaking smile. It won't work."
"Embry, what are you talking about it?" she asked, now letting go of my hand. My skin tingled where her hand was. I could tell in her eyes, that she was telling the truth.
"Of course you don't know." I grumbled. "I really do have to go." And with that I ran outside, into the trees, and phased when I knew she was outta sight. It felt good to run.