Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. My uncle broke the cord to his laptop by accident, so it's been out of commission for awhile. Thankfully he got a new one a few days ago, but he's been leaving his computer at work. He finally decided to bring it home today, and by the grace of God let me use it on the pretense that I put in some job applications in the process. That has not been fun. Question; why is it that most websites make it so infuriatingly annoying to fill out one simple application? Why can't we all just go back to the old days of using paper? Either way, I did manage to get a few applications in before started calling my name. By the way, I don't think it's good either when inanimate objects start whispering to you either. Lol
Either way, enjoy this new chapter.
By the way, thanks to all those who read the story and that one review I got from Cayla. I appreciate your kind words.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight whatsoever, or its original characters. The only thing that I own is my own invention of characters and their background. So please don't sue me Stephanie Meyer. I don't have any money anyway lol. :-)
"When deep down in the core
of your being you believe
that your soul mate exists,
there is no limit to the ways he
or she can enter your life."
― Arielle Ford
+Getting Settled+
June 24th, 2008…Tuesday
Amber's P.O.V
I woke up the next morning to a pounding headache, and an aching sore body. Every muscle inside me groaned in agitation as I flopped around in my bed; trying to find a comfortable spot to lie in. However, even as every muscle continued to protest loudly deep below my skin, they couldn't even begin to compare to the massive migraine screaming inside my skull. I mean, what with its constant thundering against my temple and blaring magnitude; it was a wonder I wasn't screaming myself by now! I couldn't even remember having one this bad before. Maybe Taylor had been right? Maybe I shouldn't have overworked myself yesterday? Then again, you wouldn't catch me telling her that anytime soon. No doubt she'd rub it in my face from now to kingdom come.
Anyway, I still managed to haul my butt out of bed, however only to find the rain pouring down heavily outside my window. Sighing, I couldn't help wondering if this was an omen for how the rest of the day was going to go.
"Wake up sleepyhe... oh, you're already awake," came Taylor's voice, as she barged right on into my room.
"You know, you could knock," I muttered, as I fought a yawn. Glancing at my alarm clock, I found in big, glowing-blue numbers it read 6:30 a.m.! Why on God's green earth, would Taylor choose to wake me up so early? Let alone, why would I wake up that early on my own?
"Yeah, but then you'd probably just ignore it, and fall right back to sleep. Besides, the Cullens did say that the shipment of furniture should be in today, so you'll need to be up to help. Unless, you'd rather swing by the store for me to pick up a few groceries," Taylor said in her sing-song manner. Groaning, I replied, "I'll take the grocery list. I'm not about to try, and lift another friggin' boulder again today."
"See, you should've listened to the good ol' doc," Taylor reprimanded, as she walked over to my windows to pull back the curtains that Jasper had helped me put up yesterday.
The moment the light entered my dark room and hit my eyes, I couldn't hide the loud hiss that escaped my lips. Taylor, surprised by the sound, turned to look at me questionably.
"What? Turned into a vampire now have we," she grinned, as I merely shook my head.
"No, I just have a bad headache is all."
"Well, I've got a couple of Advils left in my purse if you need one?"
"Thanks, I'd appreciate it," I mumbled, as I stood up to stretch almost cat-like.
"You know, I still think that's creepy," Taylor commented, as she watched me with mild curiosity.
"What?"
"You know… that whole cat-like agile-ness you've got going there. I mean, you might not particular have balance all the time, but when it does come out its still sorta weird," Taylor answered.
"Oh, well I've never really noticed," I said with a shrug.
"I'm surprised you haven't, especially here lately. It seems like it's only gotten worse," Taylor shrugged, before handing me the cup she'd been holding in her hands.
"Here, I brought some of that instant caramel coffee with me from Tennessee. I thought you might want a cup to wake yourself up," she explained, as I took a long satisfying sip from the mug. The liquid-like heaven washed down my tongue, and dribbled into the back of my throat as I swallowed it happily; all the while still smiling from that creamy caramel taste it had left behind in its wake. Now this… this brightened my morning even through my pain-filled haze.
"While you're chugging down on that, I'm gonna go get that Advil for ya," Taylor replied, as her southern drawl decided to really shine through this morning. Every once in awhile our accents would always make a heavy appearance, but being raised by Northerners had helped our speech a little. I mean, Mom always did say I spoke a little like a Yank; fast and not so understandable.
"Alright, and while ya do that, I'm gonna go check out the bathroom. God only knows, how fast this coffee is going to go through me," I laughed, as she walked on out of the room. Standing up, I walked over to my dresser over by the door; the one that happened to lead out into the hallway. Rifling through the top drawer, I pulled out two of my favorite blue towels, and preceded to the right side of the room where the stone wall sat proudly with an electric fireplace; the same kind that Taylor had in hers. The only difference between our rooms really was that she had a walk-in closet, where in mine it didn't even have one at all.
Anyway, I picked up my toiletries bag, and sauntered my way on out of the room. Then it hit me as I caught site of the long banister. I was many feet above the ground floor! Suddenly my fear of heights came whooshing back into my already pounding head. Though, I wasn't left to dwell on it long, as Taylor called out, "Here you go. This should help with the headache." Thanking her, I quickly maneuvered around her, and headed on to the first door I'd seen. Thankfully it was the bathroom.
As I walked in, my eyes were met with a magnificent site. Below my feet sat black tiled flooring, while above my head were the same wooden beams and coloring the rest of the house sported. Though the walls were beautiful in their rich creamy beauty, accented by the dark green marble surrounding them; the black wooden cabinets seemed to help to spice up the room a little more.
Making my way over to the bathroom sinks, I found that it was rather large for just one person; at least until I got closer. It was there that I found the mirror must have taken up half of one whole wall, and below it were four sinks; one for almost every bedroom within the house. Taylor's stuff already lined their way around the first sink I came upon, so I opted to take one next to hers instead.
Carefully, I pulled out each and every item until my bag was completely emptied. Sorting them into their right place, including some into the cabinet below, I reached out to grab my medicine bottle. I gave a long sigh at what I knew was inevitable.
This was just another reminder of what had happened to me only weeks ago…
… and whom I'd lost as well.
I popped the white top of the clear orange bottle, and poured out one of the tiny blue anti-depressant pills. With a shake of my head, I quickly popped it into my mouth, before I could turn back. Turning on the faucet I let the water run onto my cupped hands for a moment, before bringing the sweet nectar of life to my lips.
When I had just enough to finally swallow the pill, I gave a loud audible gulp, before I finally turned off the sink.
Leaving my coffee where I'd set it, I grabbed what toiletries I had left and preceded to look for the shower. It was then that I spotted it to my right. Once again, like everything else in the house, the shower was so big that I'm sure it could have comfortably fit four people inside.
Making my way over, I swung open the cloudy-glass door and placed my shampoo, conditioner, body wash, soap, and spongy bath-ball on the shower's shelves. After I was through, I walked out to throw off my clothes, and bring my towels over to set beside the doors.
However, on my way, I noticed another similar door nearby as well. Curious, I walked on over, and opened it to look inside.
I couldn't help simply smiling at what I found when I looked within. 'At least now I won't have to search high and low for it, and my business isn't out in the open for everyone to see if they happen to barge in,' I thought happily as I took in the black porcelain toilet nestled next to a dark-green, marbled countertop with a matching black porcelain sink.
There was also a shelf nearby for toilet paper, and other various things to place feminine items in; which I would probably be doing as soon as I picked up a few at the store.
With that thought, I closed the door and made my way back over to the shower. With a sigh, I placed my towels by the door, and stepped on in. Though, I froze immediately as I realized I had no clue how to turn the shower on.
I know what you're thinking, 'How can she not know how to turn on a shower?' Well, if you were in my position, and currently in this shower, you'd see that there were a ton of knobs I could use. So, with a hope and a prayer, I turned the first knob that looked promising.
Thankfully it was, because the next minute I was surrounded by sprays of semi-hot water. Sighing in relief, I thought to myself, 'First task of the day: Figure out the bathroom, and how to use it. Check!' Now, all I had to do was make it through the rest of the day.
Embry's P.O.V
I awoke to the deafening screech of my alarm ringing annoyingly beside my head. Groaning, I turned around, and tried to fall back asleep through the noise. However, the damn clock continued buzzing ever so loudly, and I knew that sooner or later I would have to turn it off before either Jake or Quil came barging in here to do so themselves. Then that would be an awful way to ruin the morning before it even started.
"Turn it off," came a sleepy voice from my right.
Looking down, I gazed at the easily recognizable, half-Quileute/half-black beauty beneath my long muscular arm.
Caroline Winters; my friend with benefits.
I know, it's awful to say that, but that's what we were, and what we'd agreed to. I needed someone physically, and she willingly offered herself. Along the way we'd just become close, but never once putting a label, such as girlfriend or boyfriend, upon what we had. Though, I was beginning to suspect that's what she wanted. I, however, wasn't willing to go that far just yet. I feared, like Paul, that one day I'd imprint like most of the pack already had. Then where would that leave Cary?
She'd be just another Leah.
Cold, bitter, and very angry.
"No, I'm too tired to move," I groaned, cuddling in closer to her wonderfully naked body.
Growling in annoyance, Caroline climbed out from underneath my arm; taking the sheet with her in the process. I hissed slightly missing the blanket, but never once moving from my spot upon the bed.
Caroline shut off my alarm, and then shook me roughly; which amounted to nothing since my body wasn't going to be movable by a human hand. Sighing, Caroline bent down to kiss my lips sweetly.
Now that I was willing to respond to.
I pulled Caroline's body back on top of mine, as she mumbled across my lips, "You need to get up. If I'm correct, you mentioned something about being at work early this morning."
"Just ten more minutes," I moaned, as her lips left mine so that she could get back up.
"Nope, I have to get ready to go, and you need to get up. Sorry, Embry," she giggled, as she sauntered on out of the room with my sheet still wrapped deliciously around her body.
Evil minx.
Shaking my head, I sat up and swung my long legs over the side of the bed. Even as my feet touched the cold wooden floor, I knew today was going to be at its worst; especially when I took one glance outside to find the rain pouring down in endless rounds. Almost as if someone had just overturned a giant bucket in the sky.
I moved my gaze away from the window and stood up, showing my full 6'3 height; something I wasn't afraid to admit I was proud of. Ever since I had phased and my appearance had changed, I found that not many people would pick fights with me like they used to when I was younger. Before it had been like, "Hey, there goes that nerdy kid again. Let's get him!" Now, no one even batted an eyelash at me; probably fearing I'd knock their teeth out if they tried.
I stood there for a moment, trying to catch my bearings, before walking over to the wooden dresser to pull out a pair of my old worn jeans, a white t-shirt, boxers, and a pair of one of the very few socks I had left. This outfit was also one of the only three pairs of work clothes I had left, as well. The rest had been shredded during a couple of my rare emotional temper tantrums, or by Caroline's haste to get down to business.
I smirked as the memory of last night's romp invaded my mind. She had been exceptionally frisky when I'd found her waiting on my porch; rearing to get going without any of the annoyingly boring talks she normal put me through at first. Nights like last night were some of the few that were the most enjoyable.
"Embry, man, hurry up! Sam needs us at the worksite earlier today. Says we have some new kid coming in to help us this summer or something," Quil called, as he stuck his head into my room.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," I growled.
"Yeah, that's what she was saying all night last night," Quil teased, before he found a shoe being flung at his head.
Catching the offending item in mid-air, he continued on, "Really though, your girl needs to be quieter. What if I had brought Claire over last night? Emily would've murdered me."
"Sorry, I'll tell her to be quieter next time, but don't get your hopes up. I like her when she screams," I laughed.
Caroline chose that moment to enter the room again; wearing one of my few button-up shirts. Eyeing her greedily, I couldn't help but notice the visible scowl adorning my best-friend's face.
"Morning Quil. I hope we didn't keep you up last night," Caroline smirked evilly.
It was a known fact that neither Quil, nor Jake, particularly liked her. The only reason why they allowed her here is the fact that she kept me from bursting at the seams most the time. Then again, it was becoming awfully hard for her to satisfy me these days. I knew I was only losing interest in her, but the only reason why I hadn't dropped her hard just yet was because I knew the impending talk would hurt her.
I mean, I might be a man-whore nowadays, but I was still sort of polite about it in some sense. My mom had always reminded me to be that; how to not hurt a girl by at least letting her down easy.
"Yeah, I'm sure you don't. Just get your shit, and get the hell out," Quil grumbled back at Caroline, as he left the room.
"You know, you really shouldn't antagonize him," I commented, as she slipped off my shirt to throw on her clothes scattered around the room from last night; at least the ones that hadn't been damaged in our haste.
"Why? He hates me, I hate him; it's a win/win situation," she scowled, reaching for her black heels.
Shoving my feet into my pant legs, while taking a seat upon the bed, I pleaded, "Just don't do it okay. Eventually they're going to get tired of you, and I don't want to have to be there to witness the repercussions."
"What? Are you afraid your little gang is going to off me, or something," Caroline teased, but her words still stung. I knew she wasn't in on the whole pack/shape-shifting/vampire business, but to know that's what La Push really thought of us still kind of hurt. I mean, it even bugged me when my mom thought that too; until the Elders finally decided to give me the go ahead to tell her. However, that wasn't until after she threatened to have the cops called on me for 'running away.'
To say mom had been a little freaked when she found out what I was, might be a little bit of an understatement. She actually fainted! Then, when she finally came to, she threatened to send me to a mental institution, until Jake finally phased for her to see what we were. That went over well; if you count her almost having a heart attack, and clawing up my arm to get away from the 'monster,' in front of her.
However, she eventually came to an understanding about what I was, and had even made a deal that as long as I kept it to myself she wouldn't have a problem with it. I was fine with that, but I still didn't particular like the fact that she was a little more uneasy around me now.
Then again, she was even more uneasy around me when I explained how I'd become a wolf, and that I'd gotten the gene from my father. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I'd asked for her to tell me who my father was, but every time she'd just shake her head, and say, "It's all in the past. What's done is done. Why bring up old news?" It infuriated me to no end that she couldn't even do that one simple thing for me, but I had to trust she had her reasons. Maybe I too should just leave it in the past? I mean, was it really worth hurting the pack over?
"Well, I'm going to go. I'll see you again sometime this week, I hope," Caroline smiled, as she finished putting on her last article of clothing. Reaching over to grab her purse, she blew me a kiss, and then left the room.
With a shake of my head, I finished getting ready and made my way out into the hallway. As I passed by Jake's room, he called out to me, "Embry, next time she decides to come over, give us a heads up, man. I don't appreciate coming into our house only having to hear you two going at it; not to mention the stench of sex in the air."
It was true, this was our house. When we'd finally graduated only a few weeks ago, the Elders had immediately helped us out by providing funding for us to rent this shack that we now had to call a home. Billy said moving out of my mom's house was for the best. He thought it might give her time to recuperate from the crushing blow that her son was indeed a werewolf. As for the other two, Billy said both he and Quil's parents were tired of feeding them; something about them needing a taste of the real world.
"Like I told Quil; don't get your hopes up. Not everyone in this house has imprinted on some little kid," I grumbled, as I continued to make my way toward the kitchen; Jake now following closely behind.
"Embry, it's going to happen at some point. I just don't want to see poor Cary get her hopes up; even if I don't like her," Jake replied, as he searched the cabinets for something to eat, "It's just… we don't need another Leah. Besides, you know how Sam and the others feel about her. They don't want her knowing, and they think with her being around all the time she's going to catch on."
"I kind of doubt that, Jake. She's smart, but not very perceptive," I snorted, while raiding the fridge.
Finally coming upon a cartoon of orange juice and four of the last Yoplait vanilla yogurts, I smiled in glee. At least we had something that still resembled food left in this house.
"All I'm saying is that you need to let her go. It's time to move on to someone else; someone less annoying by the way," Jake continued to rattle on, as he poured himself a large bowl of Lucky Charms.
"Cary's not annoying," but even I knew that was a lie.
"Pfft, if she's not annoying, then I'm a pink elephant," Quil exclaimed, walking into the kitchen.
"I don't know… Claire did seem to think you were when she was younger," I chuckled.
Quil glared at me openly, before going on his own raid of the kitchen. "Shit, is there anything left in this house?"
"Nope, and we can't keep relying on Emily to feed us either. Sam says if we ask her to cook us one more thing, he's going to have us running third shift patrols for the next three months," Jake commented through a mouthful of food.
"Man, you should've never given back that Alpha position to Sam. We could be living patrol free by now if you hadn't," Quil scoffed, while pulling out what was left of the granola bars from last week.
"I've already told you guys, I didn't want it. I'm not ready to become the Alpha, and Sam doesn't really care. He's fine with this position right now."
"Yeah, but what happens in three months when Emily's baby comes. You know he's going to take one look at that kid, and it's all going to be over. He'll drop the Alpha position in a heartbeat," I argued. Jake merely shook his head, and mumbled quietly, "We'll deal with that when it gets here. As for now, we're going to be late, and I don't feel like having Sam on my ass about it either."
Nodding, we all finished wolfing down what food we had left in the house, and then bolted for the door; the rest of our work gear already inside Jake's Rabbit.
Amber's P.O.V
Turning off the hair dyer, I unplugged the plug from its socket, and wrapped the cord around the handle. Carefully, I placed it under my part of the sink, and went to brushing out the tangles through my long brunette hair.
I had always hated my hair. It was so bland, and dark; almost black. No matter what I did, it always seemed to fall straight and thick. Mom had often complained when I was younger about not being able to curl my hair. One time she had even threatened to cut it all off, and just get extensions. I don't blame her. I mean, I always go to get it layered as often as I can; especially in the summer. Thick hair does not make a great best-friend around this time of the year.
"Hurry up, Amber! I've got to go," came Hunter's voice from behind the bathroom door. I had purposely locked him out; hoping to teach him to get up on time. So far, he seemed to be learning that lesson.
"I'll be done in a few more minutes," I called, as I applied what little makeup I wore; eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. Then again, maybe I'll just settle for wearing lip gloss today… Nah! It'll probably bug Hunter more if I wait just a little longer.
Giggling, I finished up with the last of my make-up, and began putting away the loose items that I'd left lying around the sink. Finally, after grabbing my dirty clothes off the bathroom floor, did I open the door to allow Hunter inside.
"Hmph, still looks like something ran you over," he grumbled unhappily, as he made a beeline for the toilet.
"What? No good morning, or how are you doing, Amber? How very rude," I laughed, as he gave me a very obscene hand gesture while replying, "There's your good morning."
"Well, why don't you keep that 'good morning,' for when Emma comes to visit this weekend. I'm sure she'll appreciate it much more than your cousin would," I teased, earning yet another muttering of obscenities underneath his breath, as he slammed the glass door to the toilet room.
Rolling my eyes, I left the bathroom still wearing only my towel. However, the moment I heard a wolf whistle, I blanched. Looking down into the foyer shakily, I found Taylor with a smug smile upon her face.
Laughing she called, "Next time, get dressed before you walk out. I can see right up that towel."
My cheeks turned a brilliant red, as I backed away from the banister. I'd forgotten about the whole two stories high problem.
"Will do," I yelled back, before rushing into my room; Taylor's giggles still echoing off the walls of the house in my wake.
Shutting my door, I made my way over to my dresser, and opened one of the drawers. Without much thought, I reached inside to pull out a pair matching bra and undies.
Quickly throwing them on, I yanked open the next drawer underneath the first to also pull out a pair of jean shorts. They weren't embarrassingly short like daisy dukes, but they weren't exactly 'soccer-mom long' either.
"Are you sure those are decent in this weather," Taylor asked from behind. I jumped several feet into the air, turning around only to find her still almost gagging through her laughter. I quickly felt the anger boiling up inside me, as I smacked her across the shoulder.
"Ow, what the hell was that for," she asked, while reaching into my dresser.
"That was for scaring the crap out of me, and coming into my room unannounced."
"Oh, it's not like I'm some guy. Besides, shall I mention freshman P.E.? You were dressed in a little less than that when you use to change in the locker rooms."
"Doesn't matter. I would still like the privacy of my own room," I argued.
"Oh, hush," Taylor objected, before pulling out a pair of dark-wash jeans, "Here, the weather seems to be calling for it. This isn't Tennessee, Amber."
"God, you sound like your mother," I hissed, pulling the jeans out from her hand. Shoving one foot into the pants leg, I replied, "So, what else should I wear your royal highness?"
"Hmm, good question," she thought, before rummaging through my dresser some more. Finally, after I'd buttoned up my jeans, she threw a shirt into my face.
"There, that should look good. You should also were your tennis shoes until we can go shopping for some decent footwear. I fear that if you wear those high heeled boots around here, you'll likely end up in the hospital again."
I gave a roll of my eyes, as I yanked on the purple blouse she'd thrown at me. For some reason, I couldn't help fearing that she might act like this the whole time I'll be living with her. She didn't exactly approve of my normal wardrobe, so there was no telling what she'd be putting me through.
"I'm not going to wear heels, and I wasn't even thinking of wearing them before this conversation either. The tennis shoes sounded fine in the beginning anyway. My feet kinda hurt from yesterday," I complained, as I reached over onto my shoe rack to pull off a pair of white and black sneakers.
"Good, because I think I would have had to kill you if you came downstairs in these," Taylor sneered, as she picked up one of my high heeled boots between her fingers.
"Hey! Don't hate on the boots, and I won't hate on your butterfly obsession," I warned, as my friend wrinkled her nose.
"Shall I mention your penguin fascination," she countered.
"Shall I mention the time you were into Lance Bass from Nsync?"
"Hey, that was before they announced he was gay!"
"Doesn't matter. You were still obsessed with him," I laughed.
"So! You were obsessed with Justin Timberlake," she shot at me.
"And I still am," I replied dreamily, before adding, "And he's still making music, unlike Mr. Bass. Not to mention he isn't gay."
"Not that we know of," Tay snickered, earning an eye roll from me. "Anyway, just hurry up, and go get us some food," Taylor demanded before walking on out of my room.
Shaking my head at her antics, I finished getting dressed, and grabbed my purse off of my nightstand. Without a second glance inside of my room, I made my way out into the hallway. This time, unlike this morning, I chose to count to a hundred as I made my way down the stairs, and for once it surprisingly seemed to work.
"Oh, here's the list with what we need on it," Taylor called, walking out from within the kitchen.
I reached out for the list, and took it into my hands. Gazing down onto the paper, I read off the items to myself.
"Milk, bread, butter, sugar, salt, cheese, sliced ham, SUGAR COOKIES! Really, Tay? You don't need those," I exclaimed looking pointedly at my crazy little friend.
"Come on! They're so good, and delicious, and mouthwat…"
"And you don't need them," I laughed, as I walked towards the front door.
"Please! I need those sugar cookies, or I will die," Taylor cried dramatically. Looking down at her hugging my waist, I questioned, "Are you on your period or something?"
Looking up at me with a big smile, she gave a firm nod. I simply rolled my eyes, before replying, "I'll think about it, but only because I normally start two weeks after you. So, you'll be saving some for me."
"Whatever you say," she replied, as I knew she had her fingers crossed behind her back. Shaking my head, I opened the front door, still looking pointedly at her as I backed out, "Oh, and I'm also marking off brownies on this list as well."
"NOOOOO," she cried, as I spun around only to slip on the wet porch.
I felt myself falling, and immediately prepared for the impact…but it never came. I was stalled mid-air, and as I opened my eyes I saw why. A pair of thick, muscular, russet-colored arms were currently holding onto my forearms; sending a wave of emotions through me that I couldn't quite decipher all at once. Though some were much clearer than others.
...Concern... Worry... Anticipation... Care…
Smiling nervously, I looked up into the eyes of a very large Native American staring amusedly back down at me.
"You okay," he smiled.
"Yeah," I answered, "Just a little embarrassed."
"It happens to the best of us," he replied in gruff voice, as he helped me to stand. Brushing myself off, he held out his hand, and replied, "Sam Uley, I'll be Hunter McCall's boss for the summer."
My eyes widen slightly, as I stared up at him, "Oh, thank god you're our savior. If he was stuck with us the whole entire time to baby-sit, I think I might have gone mad."
Sam merely laughed, as I shook his offered hand, "I'm Amber by the way; Hunter's older cousin."
"Yeah, so I've heard."
"Hopefully good things?"
"Yep, all from Jimmy."
"Oh, so you know Jimmy then," I wondered, with a slight raise of my brow.
"Yeah, he used to live around here before he moved to Tennessee, and met Charlotte. He helped me out in a few scrapes when I was a kid," Sam answered honestly with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Let me guess? The law?"
"Well, he is a lawyer."
"Yeah, and a pretty damn good one," I smiled, as Taylor exited the house with Hunter in tow.
"And you better not come home all muddy, or else you're cleaning up this house, young man," she cried after my cousin.
"Yeah, whatever Miss. PMS," Hunter grumbled, as he finally took notice of Sam.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you finally," Sam replied, holding out his hand. Hunter took it, and shook it firmly as he asked, "I see you found the house, okay. Sorry to have to bum a ride, but my cousin suddenly decided she didn't want me to use her car."
Noticing Hunter's pointed glare, I simply narrowed my eyes right back.
"Not as long as it's raining you're not. See this here? This is what accidents cause," I replied, pointing to the forming scar upon my face.
"It wasn't even raining that night," Hunter scoffed.
"Don't care," I shrugged, "I just don't trust you with my car."
"Yet you promised to let me use it before we left Tennessee!"
"Yeah, and I wasn't exactly in my right state of mind then. I was too worried about having to leave my baby behind."
"Baby," Sam questioned curiously, as he looked between the three of us.
"Her beloved motorcycle," Taylor answered for us, before holding out her hand, "Hi, I'm Taylor, Jimmy's step-daughter."
"It's nice to meet you too," Sam replied taking her hand, as he eyed my cousin and I worriedly, "Do they often fight like this?"
"More than you'll ever know," Taylor laughed, as Hunter and I continued to argue over my car.
"Just go to work, and shut up; or else I'll cook dinner tonight," I threatened, as his eyes widen in horror.
"NO!"
"Good, then I suggest you hurry along with your boss," and with that I began making my way toward my car. However, I stopped half-way there, before turning around to reply, "It was nice to meet you, Sam. Be sure to give my cousin loads of work."
"Will do," Sam called back with a laugh.
Turning on my heel again, I walked over to my Sedan. Unlocking the doors, I hopped inside; noticing just now where my umbrella had been all this time.
"I'll have to remember to take that in with me," I mumbled to myself, as I put the key into the ignition. Starting her up, I let her sit for a moment as I went through my radio; trying to find a good station.
Once I was sure I had a good channel, I put the car into reverse, backing out slowly incase Sam's car wasn't gone by now.
Thankfully, it was.
After putting the car back into drive, I stepped on the gas, and flew down the long winding road.
As I pulled up into town, I kept my eyes peeled for a local grocery store of some sorts. It was just my luck that they didn't have a Food City or Kroger's for that matter. I mean, I was already even missing my Starbucks frappuccino I'd usually get whenever I visited K-Mart; which they didn't seem to have either from what I could see. I guess I was just going to have to make do with the few places this tiny town did have to offer.
As I passed by one of the local stores, a sign caught my attention as it sat precariously in the front of the shop's window.
HELP WANTED!
My eyes widened, and immediately I made a U turn to backtrack to the store. If I was going to be out and about today, then I might as well job hunt before picking up the groceries.
Parking my car in one of the few parking spaces, I turned off my engine. Staring blankly at the small (what looked to be) bookstore, I couldn't help feeling like I had luck on my side today.
I grabbed my purse from the passenger seat, and got out of my car. Locking my Legacy, I began my trek up to the front door.
OPEN!
The word placed expertly on the sign just seemed to glow with such brilliance, screaming, "Come on in! This is where you belong!"
I gave the door a little shove and walked on inside, admiring the wide variety of books upon the shelves as I explored the shop. My hands were already itching to pick up a few to look at, or read. Even the money in my purse was chanting, "Spend me! Spend me!"
Shaking my head, I looked around for any telltale signs of an employee, but found not a single soul within site.
Odd.
I walked around, searching through the many shelves for anyone, when I finally came upon an elderly man as he stood upon a tiny stool; reaching out to place a book upon an almost unreachable shelf.
"Um, hi sir, do you work here?"
"That I do," came his gruff reply, still going against his odds to replace the book in its rightful spot.
"Do you need help," I asked, coming over to sit my purse down beside his stool.
Sighing, the old man climbed down, and handed me the book reluctantly, "If you wouldn't mind. My old bones won't allow me to reach any further."
Smiling, I climbed the stool, and reached out to place the book back into its spot. Making sure it was tucked tightly where it belonged, I slowly stepped down.
"Thank you, miss. Sometimes I forget how old I really am," the old man chortled, before turning his gaze upon me to ask, "Oh, were you looking for something?"
"Actually, I was hoping to talk to the owner about a job here. I've just recently got into town, and I'll only be here for the summer, but I still need a job if I plan on staying where I'm at," I said, spilling almost my entire life story to him. Word vomit, how I loathed it.
"Well then you came to the right person. I just happen to know the owner," he replied with a twinkle to his eyes.
"Really? When would be the best time to come by to talk to them?"
"Right now I suppose," he answered, still standing there, watching me.
"Well, shouldn't we go get them," I asked picking up my purse.
"Why? I'm already here," he answered with a large smile. Giving him an odd look, he laughed, "Miss, I'm the owner of this wonderful establishment. You're not a very bright young girl are you?"
"No, I guess not," I replied with a blush.
"Don't worry, it happens to the best of us," he replied, motioning for me to follow him to the front of the store, "So, have you ever worked in a bookstore before?"
"No, not really, but I've worked in an office job this past year. I know it's not the same, but at least it's some background," I explained, as he walked around the counter while I waited patiently on the other side.
"Okay then, answer me this? Do you know basic math?"
I nodded.
"Good. Now, how well do you socialize with people," he questioned.
"I'm not rude, so I can tell you that much. I treat people pretty nicely, I guess," I answered.
"Perfect. Now, can you read?"
"I did read the sign out front, and I've got a large collection of Lois Duncan's books back at the house," I grinned.
"Right, stupid question, but it had to be asked," he chuckled, before continuing, "And you said you'll only be here for the summer?"
"Yes, I'm mostly staying here with my cousin, and our friend to get away from our home for awhile. It's sort of like a retreat, but not some crazy, wild, teenage one. It's more so the relaxing, read-a-hundred-books kind of retreat."
"Sounds nice," he commented, as he pulled a paper out from underneath the counter, "Here, you'll need to sign this sheet for all intents and purposes, but I guess you can have the job. I'll have to find someone new in two months, but in the meantime at least I'll have someone to reach those higher shelves."
Chuckling, I thanked him as I took the application. Going over it, I said, "Do you want me to fill in all of this now, and give it back, or…"
"You can bring it in tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning. That'll be when your shift starts, and you won't be getting off until around five in the afternoon, so don't make any plans until after that time. The store is normally closed on Sundays. However, on Fridays and Saturdays we close early; usually around three thirty or four-ish depending on my mood. Just as a heads up though, my wife Midge works here; as well as my sixteen-year-old granddaughter, Latisha. My wife and I normally alternate during the week, but Tisha is usually here all the time during the summer. She's actually late this morning, which she'll be getting a good kick in the butt for," the old man replied, as he glanced at his wrist watch. However, suddenly remembering something, he held out his hand, and replied, "I'm Arnold Mallory by the way."
Taking his hand, I replied, "Amber McCall."
... and once again, the weird feelings returned.
...Relief... Happiness...
Shaking away the oddness I felt, I turned my attention back to what he was saying.
"Well Amber, I expect you here bright and early tomorrow, ready to work. Oh, and don't worry too much about dressing up. We usually keep it casual in here, but just don't wear anything that you wouldn't wear to school."
"Yes sir," I answered, as he showed me to the door.
"You have a good day now," he said, as I replied, "You as well," before walking on out to my car.
The moment I got into my Sedan, and sat down, I just froze.
I got a job.
I got a job!
I GOT A JOB!
I literally jumped for joy inside my head, as my smile widen to encompass my whole face.
Okay, so maybe today wasn't going to go so bad after all. I'll at least admit when I'm wrong, and dang it I was wrong this time. However, for once I was extremely happy to be, because, "I got a job."
With those four little words, I started up my car, and headed straight for the grocery store.
Embry's P.O.V
Turning up the radio nearby, the song 'Keep Your Hands Off My Girl' by: Good Charlotte began blaring throughout the work area. It wasn't the best thing I've heard, but it was decent enough to listen to while hammering nails into a wall.
After making sure the stereo was loud enough, I headed back on over to my work station to continue cutting up the new boards I'd been working on all morning; all the while keeping an eye on the new kid.
He wasn't exactly a nuisance, but it was hard to be ourselves with him around. I mean, I know Sam only hired him as a favor to some old friend, but didn't he check out his background at least! He'd already came close to causing an accident earlier, and there was no telling what he was bound to do next.
Currently the guy was helping Paul drill in some nails for the new wall, but I could already foresee an accident any time now from the way he carelessly held the machine in his hands.
"Watch where you're pointing that shit," Paul yelled over the noise within the room. The new guy glared at him, but nonetheless replied in a sarcastic tone, "Sorry."
"Yeah, just don't hurt yourself alright. I don't feel like having Sam crawling up my ass, because you don't know what the hell your doing."
Nodding, the kid turned back to his job while trying to ignore Paul's outburst. However, I could see the irritation clearly leaking out of his every pore.
"So, Sam said you're from Tennessee," Jared asked, coming over to try to diffuse some of the tension.
"Yeah, what's it to you?"
"Nothing, it's just that I thought all you hillbillies went around shoeless," Jared cracked.
The kid scowled openly, and 'accidentally' turned the drill gun in his direction. Immediately Jared backed away some, as he replied, "I guess I've been proven wrong, though?"
"Yeah, you have," the boy huffed.
"Anyway... so where are you from again, exactly?"
"Gatlinburg; however, if you're tiny brain can't figure out where that is, then I'll be happy to find you a map," the boy laughed, as my pack brother rolled his eyes.
"I know where that place is, kid. It's around that amusement park; Dollywood, right?"
"Yep."
"Any good rides there?"
"There's a lot a good rides there, but not many that stay within the actually park," the kid replied, suggestively. Many wolf whistles sounded throughout the room from the rest of the pack, as Jared gave a firm shake of his head. It was a known fact that Kim, his imprint, wouldn't like him commenting on that matter. Therefore, it was killing him from agreeing with the poor guy. However, Jared was spared when the kid froze mid-thought, before mumbling, "But don't tell my girlfriend or my cousin I said that."
"Awe, are you scared of two wittle girls," Paul teased.
"If you knew them, you would be too. My cousin keeps a metal bat on hand constantly, and my girlfriend has nails like a freaking lion," he shivered, before adding, "...and they're not even the worst ones. My cousin's friend can actually throw a very un-girly punch. I'd swear she's a man in disguise if I hadn't walked in on her changing once."
"Bet she freaked," I laughed.
"Where do you think I learned she could punch," the guy, Hunter if I recall, replied.
"Hey, man, at least she didn't kick you in your nuts," Quil called from the other side of the room.
"What are you talking about? She does that every time she gets a chance. I wouldn't doubt that I can't have kids from as many times as she's done it."
"Why do you even put up with her then," Jake wondered, as he finished laying out the final board for the wall.
"Easy… Amber," he shrugged.
"Amber?"
"My cousin," he replied, going to get some more nails for the gun, "She kind of needs her support right now, and I can't really deny her that. Besides, it's better for her to whine and cry about her ex to her, than coming to me. I swear if I hear that guy's name one more time, I'm gonna flip."
"What? Did the guy dump her, or something," I asked.
"Nope. He died in a car crash a couple of weeks ago. She was lucky enough to survive. I guess now she's got what they call survivor's guilt," he said, going back over to finish off the wall.
"Oh, sorry," I mumbled, feeling a little bit like a douche at that moment. When someone dies, it can be hard on everyone; even the ones who weren't close to that person. However, Hunter proved me wrong there by his next words.
"Don't be. The guy was a prick. He left her for some whore, and then decided to show up the night of the crash to win her back. They got into some argument while he was driving, and he wasn't paying attention. I swear, if he was still alive, I'd tear that asshole a new one."
"I hear ya, man. I'd probably do the same thing for my sisters too. Especially after they'd been put through hell like that," Jake agreed with a slight frown etched onto his lips. It wasn't unknown amongst the pack that, since Jake's mom passed years ago, he'd become somewhat overprotective of his older siblings; a trait that this kid seemed to possess as well.
Suddenly, Hunter went quiet as something passed through his mind. I couldn't exactly tell what it was, or if it had been Jake's words that had triggered it. However, what I did know was that it must have really bugged him, because the next second I caught a slight wince pass through his eyes. Almost right before he decided to elaborate on what he'd been tossing back in forth inside his head for that short amount of time.
"Do you know what the worst part about this whole situation is? She's going to have to live everyday with this scar on her face to remind her of what that dick put her through. All I can say is he'd better be thanking God that he doesn't have to face me for a long time."
The pack all shot a knowing look between one another, as almost the same thing ran throughout our minds; Emily. We couldn't exactly know what the girl was going through, but it couldn't be all that easy. At least Emily still had Sam to look to after the accident; even if he had been the one to cause it.
"Hey, when did Sam say lunch was again," Hunter (still not sure if that's his actually name) asked.
"In about thirty minutes, probably. Why do you ask?"
"Shit! I forgot to bring something. Sam won't mind if I make a quick call to my cousin, will he?"
"Nah, he's pretty cool about stuff like that," Jake said, as Hunter put down the nail gun. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his cell, and quickly dialed in a number.
With the pack's wolf-like hearing, we were able to pick up the noise from the other line.
Riiing
Riiing
Riiing
"What the hell do you want, Hunter? I'm a little busy here checking out," came a girl's voice from the other end of the line.
"Well sorry, your royal highness," Hunter sneered, before going on to ask, "Besides, I thought you'd be done by now."
"I would have been if I hadn't been getting myself a job earlier this morning," the girl said with an almost smooth angelic voice; yet also tainted undeniably by the underlying hint of sour sarcasm.
"Finally, it's a miracle," the girl's cousin cried playfully.
"Oh shut your trap. Now what did you want? Like I said I'm a little busy. I've got to get back to the house before our landlord shows up," came her hurried reply.
"Do you think you can come down to La Push to drop me off something for lunch? I kind of forgot to get something this morning," Hunter replied sheepishly.
"Fine, but only because we didn't have anything in the house earlier," she sighed, before quickly adding, "...but don't expect me to be doing this for you all the time."
"Trust me, I'd rather you wouldn't if you're going to act like a freaking pit bull every time I call," he chuckled, earning a couple of obscenities from her on the other line; some that were quite colorful, and almost made Paul laugh.
Finally, after she managed to settle down, she explained rather quickly, "I'll call you for directions when I get done dropping off this stuff I have in my car. Now is there anything you want in particular, because I'll be sure to make you something real nice..."
"Don't you dare try to poison me with your cooking! Have Tay fix me a freaking sandwich or something. She usually knows what I eat, and at least her food is edible."
"Fine, whatever; I'll talk to you later then."
"Alright, bye."
Click.
"Sounds like she was giving you a hard time," Paul laughed.
"She always does," he grumbled, as he got back to work. However, thinking better of what he said, he added, "...but she's not all that bad. She does have some good in her."
Amber's P.O.V
'Stupid, little, no good, idiotic...BRAT,' I thought angrily, as I pulled into the drive outside the house.
Killing the engine, I grabbed my purse, and umbrella, before stepping out of the car. However, I found myself quickly being greeted by one of the kindest souls I had met yet.
"Hey there, darlin'; need a hand?"
"If you wouldn't mind," I said with a sheepish look in Jasper's direction.
He walked away from the van that was dropping off the new furniture, and over to my car. Opening up the trunk for him, I asked, "How did you know I went grocery shopping?"
"Your friend's been complaining she's hungry, and when Esme asked if you'd gotten any food, she said she sent you out to get it. What took ya so long," he asked, pulling out more plastic bags than what I thought was even possible to carry.
"Um, I stopped by some bookstore in town. They had a 'Help Wanted,' sign in the window," I chuckled, as I grabbed a few bags myself.
"Did you get the job?"
"Of course," I beamed, "You're looking at the new employee of Fork's local bookstore. I've got to report there early tomorrow morning to start."
"Well I'm proud of ya. Barely in town for two days, and you're already settlin'. It sounds like you're gonna fit right in here," Jasper grinned, as we made our way up the porch steps, and into the house. There I was warmly greeted by Esme's warm demeanor, as she directed the movers holding the furniture.
"Good morning dear," Esme greeted, while giving me a one-armed hug.
"Morning Mrs. Cullen."
"Oh, don't even bother with that. Just call me Esme. Everyone else does," she smiled, before she had Jasper ushering me on into the kitchen, where Taylor currently sat with some girl I had yet to meet.
"Oh thank god," Taylor sighed, before darting over to take some of the bags from Jasper's hands. He instantly thanked her, and heaved the others onto the counter.
"Did you remember to get my sugar cookies," Taylor asked, while searching through the bags.
"Sugar cookies? What sugar cookies," I teased, with a serious expression.
Taylor gapped openly at me, before screaming, "YOU FORGOT MY COOKIES!"
Rubbing my ears, I grimaced as I tried to return my hearing back to normal. I'm sure that girl was bound to bust an eardrum one of these days.
"Don't worry. I got them. I was just joking with you," I mumbled reaching into one of the bags to retrieve her carton of cookies.
"Hey, cookies are no joking matter when it comes to those who have PMS," Taylor said pointedly, as she yanked the box from my hands; almost immediately ripping the top off to devour the delicious contents inside in the process.
"I'm sure they are," I mumbled, while I started to put the food in its rightful place.
"Oh, by the way, this is my wife, Alice," Jasper smiled, motioning to the pixie settled daintily upon the kitchen countertop.
Looking over to the woman, I couldn't help the wide-eyed stare that instantly overcame me.
This woman couldn't be human! She looked like one of those women out of the Greek goddesses myths. I mean, everything about her was perfect; even down to the clothing she'd worn. No wonder Jasper always spoke so highly of her; if I was in his place I'd be kissing butt to.
Taking in her pale marble-white skin, shockingly familiar amber eyes, and tiny petite frame; I could already feel myself green with envy. Now why couldn't I look like that? Oh, that's right, genetics.
"Hi, it's nice to finally meet you. I can already tell we're going to be the best of friends," Alice smiled, as she hopped down from the counter to embrace me in a friendly hug.
Once again, the familiar rush of emotions coursed through me and to the front of my mind...
... Excitement... Affection... Anticipation... Care...
Still a little shocked from her forwardness (among other odd things), I mumbled, "You too."
"Oh, Jasper's told me all about you. If we weren't married, I'd be a little worried," she laughed, and I found even that brought about a deep burning envy. Her laugh sounded like bells tinkling across the air.
"Don't worry. He's too boring for my taste," I teased, as Jasper raised an offended brow.
"Oh, so I'm not good enough," he chuckled.
"No, you're just not my taste. You're too… blonde," I laughed.
"And that's a bad thing, how," Taylor asked with a warning glare. Tensing from her look, and knowing it wasn't a good idea to anger the sleeping PMS bear, I quickly rethought my words.
"But it looks good on you, Tay," I said, trying to save my butt before she went into 'super' period mode.
"Yeah, it better," she mumbled, while munching happily on her cookies.
"By the way, Hunter called. He forgot to pick up lunch, and he wanted you to fix him something. Sadly, I'm gonna have to run it down to him," I said, eyeing the food I had just bought.
My stomach rumbled in complaint from lack of food, and instantly I found Alice handing me one of the bananas I'd gotten from the store.
"Sounds like you need lunch, too," she smiled, as I took the fruit from her hands.
"Thanks," I mumbled, while peeling back the yellow layers.
Before another word could be spoken, I laid into my snack; sighing contentedly as it hit my stomach just right.
Mmmmm bananas are just so good...
However, if only I had chocolate to go with it?
Taylor rolled her eyes, before exclaiming, "Why don't you fix him something, then? He is your cousin."
"He'd kill me. You know I can't cook worth my life," I laughed.
"Fine, just give me a minute," and with that she reluctantly put down the box of sugar cookies, and went to work putting together something for the heathen.
"Where is Hunter, by the way," Jasper wondered.
"Down in La Push working. Jimmy got him some kind of job working with a couple of the locals," I answered, noticing him and his wife stiffen at my words.
"You're going to La Push," Alice asked warily.
"Yeah, why? Is it like some bad part of town?"
"No, it's nice from what I've heard. We just don't go there."
"Why?"
"We're not particularly liked down there," Jasper cut in, with a clenched jaw.
Noticing this was a touchy subject, I let it be. Instead I finished putting away the rest of the groceries, and helped Taylor get Hunter's lunch ready. All the while the other two occupants within the room conversed with each other quietly.
Just as we finished, and I was getting ready to go, Jasper spoke, "Be careful what you say while you're down there. The...um...locals don't tend to like us quite that much."
"Oh, no problem," I said with a wave of my hand, "It was nice meeting you by the way, Alice. Sorry I couldn't stay to talk longer. Maybe we could all hang out sometime?"
"Yeah, that sounds like fun," Alice chirped, before giving me one more hug, as I headed for my car.
After I got into my Legacy, and was halfway down our drive, I finally picked up my phone to dial Hunter's number. By the second ring he picked up, and asked tersely, "You on your way?"
"Yeah, now are you going to give me directions or not?"
With that, he explained how to get to where he was at, and I began heading within that direction toward La Push.
Embry's P.O.V
We watched as Hunter hung up the phone, and sat it down beside him. Smiling like an idiot, he said, "She's on her way, and she didn't make the food. Looks like things are going my way for once."
Chuckling, Jared joked, "Yeah, until you find out she actually did poison your food."
"Please, dude, don't jinks it."
Paul reached over, and snatched the guy's phone while he wasn't looking. Going through his cell, Paul asked curiously, "So who's who in the photo?"
Noticing finally that his phone had gone missing, Hunter tried to grab it from Paul's hand. Too bad the kid was too short.
"Yeah, like I'm gonna tell you," Hunter replied, still reaching out for his phone.
"Oh, come on. It's not like we're going to figure it out when your cousin gets here," Quil laughed, as he cheered Paul on.
"Fine, whatever," the kid grumbled, before answering, "The one in the middle is Amber. On her right is her friend Tay, and the one on her left is Emma."
"Emma?"
"My girlfriend," he answered slightly peeved.
"Hmm, the blonde on the right is kinda hot. She single," Paul asked with a raised brow.
"I wouldn't even consider it, dude. She's not worth the trouble?"
"Why," I wondered.
"Would you want to be whipped by the end of the week, because that's what she does to every guy she dates," Hunter chortled, as I came over to take the phone from Paul. Looking at the pictures my eyes instantly connected with the one in the middle. I don't know where the feeling came from, but almost immediately I found myself wanting to meet her. The way her dark-brown hair contrasted with her creamy peach-like skin, almost seemed to bring to life those big, brown, doe-like eyes she had. She was plain, but eerily beautiful despite it.
"You said your cousin is the one in the middle, right," I asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Nothing," I mumbled with a shake of my head, however fearing that wouldn't satisfy him, I went on to say, "She just looks nice."
"You'll be singing a different tune when you meet her," Hunter said with a roll of his eyes.
With that, we went back to work. We still had a few more minutes till lunch, and even though we could technically go ahead, none of us were about to risk it with Sam. He was determined to finish this room today.
It was a minute till, when the whole pack heard a car door slam outside. I knew from the heavy rain pouring down, that not even an umbrella was bound to save the poor girl. Ergo, we all prepared ourselves for a fight between the two cousins, knowing she wouldn't be happy when she finally walked through the door.
We heard footfalls in the hallway as she passed Sam, and asked, "So where's that no good cousin of mine."
Laughing, Sam answered, "In the room just over there, but be careful. There's stuff lying around everywhere. I can't catch you every time you fall."
The last part was obviously an inside joke that none of us would understand until Sam phased tonight, though from the sounds of it she'd probably had an accident around him earlier.
Squeaky shoes slowly approached our room, and we all held our breath waiting for an onslaught of curse words to follow her appearance. However, before she even had a chance to say a word, she immediately tripped over a piece of wood lying in the doorway. Quick to act, Paul reached over, and stopped her from hitting the ground.
"You okay," he asked, worriedly.
"Yeah, just wondering how many times I'm gonna end up falling into someone's arms today," she giggled, before getting to her feet.
"Well, don't you look like a drowned rat," came Hunter's voice, as he observed his cousin's face still hidden behind a veil of wet hair.
"I wouldn't look like a drowned rat if I didn't have to come bring you food. Next time I'll just leave you to starve," she hissed, finally lifting her head to us all, as she pushed her hair out from in front of her face.
Her eyes swept the room, and landed on mine for only a moment. However, that's all I needed for my world to freeze in its tracks. It felt like the ground had been pulled out from underneath my feet; leaving me with this sort of floating feeling. However, instead of hovering away from the earth, I felt this single invisible string suddenly attach my heart to hers keeping me grounded, and it was then I knew. It was then I realized what awful thing had just happened to me.
I'd just imprinted.
Yay! We finally got to see Embry, and a bit of the pack. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it and revising it. Next chapter should be interesting. :-)
The songs for this chapter I listened to while writing it and revising it are…
Keep Your Hands Off My Girl- by Good Charlotte
Beautiful Stranger- by Rebecca St. James
Well, thanks for reading. Remember to review before you leave too if you can. Anyways, have a nice day, and take care.