A/N: This is a first look into Embry's POV…I think I might alternate throughout the story. Because we just have to see what he's feeling! Lol. And okay…I know it might be like, more than confusing right now….So, let's clear some things up! -- Bella is about 25 in this story…and has not been turned all vampy, though she is still with Edward. She sort of had Nessie and is still human…for now. So I guess this is kind one of those alternate Breaking Dawn endings…but not really lol. So you can do the math from there to figure out how old Embry is. (Jake, Embry, and Quil were always the same age…don't hate me for making you do math! :D)

Okay…back to the story! For now…I'll put more notes towards the end! Muwahaha…

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! (Nothing, nothing, nothing…) It's my echo. Every writer has one ;)

Enjoy.

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You Found Me – The Fray

Chapter Three

"Where the hell is he?" Jared yelled.

"Where the hell do you think he is?" Quil popped open a soda and answered smartly, getting annoyed with Jared because he was trying to watch TV.

"Well what the hell is he doing?" Jared asked through his teeth, getting just as annoyed as Quil.

"What the hell do you THINK he's doing Jared!" Quil screamed, getting fed up. I can only guess he gestured him towards the back of the house. Jared rolled his eyes and walked to the back of the house, he knew Quil wasn't going to be much more help.

He burst through the bedroom door loudly, nearly taking it off the hinges. He saw an empty can soda can on the dresser next to the door, and picked it up and launched it at his forehead.

That woke him up. He jerked out of his sleep at the impact.

"Ow! Dude, what the hell?!?"

"Did you forget that you were supposed to work on Kim's sister's car this afternoon?" Jared was pissed.

He sat up in his bed, scratching his head and blinking lazily.

"See if I told you yes, then that would mean you were right. But if I told you no, that would be wrong and I would be lying." Jared rolled his eyes.

"Just get up Embry! Sarah's waiting!" He slammed the door behind him and I stretched, hearing the evidence of my bones' protest. Ah. Today was going be to long.

I got up and showered, which honestly I didn't see the point, because I was just going to get covered up with grease and grime and have to shower all over again. After I showered and threw on a Poison band t-shirt and some overalls, I stopped once to do a quick check in the mirror. I ran a hand through my hair. Ah, what's the point? It's really short, and too messy to try and tame anyways. Now that I think about it, it's sort of a black blur…a short, black, messy blur. And I liked it that way.

I walked past Quil who just about passed out on the sofa, and when I went outside I looked up at the threatening rain clouds. I sniffed the air, and the rain was about 40 minutes away. So as much as I wanted to take my bike, I decided against it and took Cheryl—my classic yellow mustang.

I got to Kim's sister's house, and walked past her silver Pontiac. It was always giving her trouble, this would be the fourth time I'd be fixing it for her. But she didn't have enough money to buy a new car, so she was stuck. I knocked on the door, and when she opened it and smiled she gave me a warm hug.

"Thanks for coming Embry, you're a life saver."

"Which flavor?" She laughed. "It's no problem Sarah." She handed me the keys, and it was as good a time as any to get started I guess.

Sarah was pretty, she looked a lot like Kim, but she just wasn't my type. Kim and Jared tried to hook us up a while ago, but we didn't quite click so we became friends instead. I'm not even sure I know what my type is anymore; I really don't look at girls as much. I don't date. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind feeling for someone what Jared feels when he looks at Kim, what Sam feels when he looks at Emily, or what Paul feels when he looks at Rachel…but that's it—I want just that. I don't want to just date some girl, I want to be with the one for me. But I don't think it'll happen. I'm one of the last ones in the pack to imprint…Jacob, Quil, even Seth has imprinted. So that only leaves me and Leah. And like she has, I've accepted that it's never going to happen for me. I'll be the only one by myself, and I've come to peace with that.

And that's just how it looks on the surface to everyone else, too. I never think about my feelings on imprinting, or how badly I wished I had someone, or how much I wished I wasn't what I was. I'd never think about these while I was patrolling. I'd never really talked about it with any of the guys. So to their knowledge, I never cared if it happens one way or the other.

And it's not like I don't like girls, because I do…I'm not a virgin or anything. But it's just like with Sarah. None of them…really connect with me. And I don't think anyone ever will. Except…well, there was this one girl. But she's the one that got away. So I don't think about her.

I popped the hood and got to work, and after only ten minutes I was already covered in grime. Great.

"Slow down! I don't want you to fall!" I heard a voice yell, and I looked up. I didn't think anyone else was outside.

There was someone moving in up the street…a woman. The first thing I noticed was that she had long, full, pretty crinkly red hair that reached all the way down her back and shined almost a fiery bronze color in the brief sunlight. She must've felt me staring because she turned around, and then looked me in the eyes when she found me.

And that's when it happened.

My heart stopped. My breathing stopped. My brain stopped. Time stopped. The world stopped. Everything around her went blurry, and she was the only thing in focus. She was enchanting.

She was a little far away, but I could see her perfectly. She had big, warm, safe brown eyes and high cheekbones. She wore red lipstick on her plump lips, which made her hair and her face stand out even more. Her skin was smooth and cream colored, and she had a gorgeous shape. A nice sized chest, a small waist, a flat stomach, and hips and thick thighs. Her size was what most of the skinny anorexic women in Forks would call fat, but she wasn't to me…I'd call it…thick, I guess. She stood about 5'6. She was truly breathtaking.

I'd finally imprinted?!?! This wasn't happening. This wasn't supposed to happen. After just one glance, I'd felt completely drawn to this woman I didn't know and wanted to asker her every question I could think of to get to know everything about her? To be everything for her? To do anything for her? I wanted to touch her, to hold her, to watch her, to lover her…all in one second.

Had it been one second? It felt like hours. Maybe even days. The second she blinked, I took off running as fast as I've ever ran. As soon as I made it into the forest, I phased not even giving my clothes a second thought. I let out a pained howl.

I began running as fast as I could as far as I could, trying to get away from what'd just happened.

"Whoa, Embry! Slow down! What's wrong?" Sam's worried voice rang through my mind.

"Sam, you gotta help me! I think I-I-I—" I didn't even have to say it. He saw her beautiful face in my mind. Damn it, I had to stop this! Was I going to be thinking like this the whole time? I sound like some damn poet!

"Embry, you imprinted?" He laughed a little. "Congratulations! Why are you running?"

"HELLO! FREAKED OUT OVER HERE! A LITTLE HELP?!?" My heart was racing and my legs were moving faster and faster, yet I could feel this pull from the opposite direction.

"That's the imprinting. There's no use in fighting it, Em. You knew it might happen some day."

That only made me push harder. Sam laughed again, then phased back.

"So you finally did it, huh?" Jake's voice sounded in my head, I was so scatter-brained at the moment I hadn't even heard him phase. "Shut up Jake!" I yelled.

"Just let it happen, Embry. Be happy. I promise it's the best thing in the world." He tried to encourage.

"Embry you imprinted? Congratulations! Wait, why are you running?" Seth chimed in, repeating the conversation with Sam unknowingly.

"Will everyone just stop saying that? Please!"

"Oh my god, Embry imprinted! Wait till I tell Claire." Quil joined in.

"I'll go get Cheryl." Seth said before phasing back.

"And I'll go call Sarah and give her some excuse why you ran off. Congratulations Em, that's great man." I hadn't even heard Jared had joined the conversation! Why were my thoughts so jumbled?

"I'm proud of you Embry." Paul started. "She's hot. You did good." I fought back a growl I tried to hide the pang of protectiveness surge in my stomach.

This couldn't have happened. Oh my god.

"Trust me Embry. It's not the end of the world. It's actually the beginning." Jacob gave me as his final words, before phasing.

It's been a complete week, and I still haven't phased back. I just couldn't calm down. This was really bad. Almost as bad as the week when I first phased—well, no, nothing could be as bad as that. I was so upset…because I just knew I'd have to give everything up. And when I found it was true? I felt like dying…I hated myself for what I was. Because I had to ditch my friends, and everything I care about. And I still sort of hate what I am because of that. The pack didn't even think of that week…because of how painful it was for me. For everyone. And I'm thankful for that. So no…this wasn't worse than that. But it was still bad.

Everyone had tried calming me down, but nothing would work. I was too frantic, still.

"Embry, come one. Don't you want to at least talk to her? Find out her name?" It was Jared's turn to try now, and I heard Quil phase.

"Well he should." Quil said smugly.

"I talked to her. I even know her name."

"YOU DID WHAT?!?!" I screamed furiously, and stopped in my tracks. All I could think about was ripping Quil's head off.

"Yeah, about twenty minutes ago in that coffee shop in Forks. She seemed really nice."

He ran through their whole encounter in his mind.

"She looks really familiar…I'd swear I knew her from somewhere."

"Me too." I said softly, as I focused on her face smiling. She really did look familiar…really familiar. Like I know that I knew her from somewhere, or felt like I've known her my whole life…but I guess that's what imprinting is.

"Sharon…" I said softly as I phased back smiling to myself, she really did seem sweet in Quil's thoughts. I ignored the last bit where he thought how hot she looked. She was absolutely stunning. And her name was just as beautiful.

A/N: So uh…wait, I'm confused. That's supposed to be Sharon in the beginning, right? But it can't be…Sharon has red hair…the girl from the beginning has brown hair. Right? See, I know I'm not crazy…so that can't be her…but does that mean that that was Embry then? I'm so confused!

(Is this kind of the flight pattern your thoughts are taking? Well just hang in there! All will be revealed!)

And to help you guys out even more, I'll even post a picture of the person who supposed to be Sharon on my profile….just please please PLEASE don't hate me for it. I don't have a very active imagination when it comes to describing people…so I sort of needed help. And she fit the role! So please, don't send me hate mail or anything :) And don't let it stop you from reading the rest of the story…if you hate my choice, just picture your own! [I wonder if I will have to add that I'm using her likeness in the disclaimer…that would suck…] Also, I've never seen that movie. I just realized that the names were the same...if it helps, Sharon's name was going to be Shannon at first!