Author's Note

OK, really short chapter. BUT, I do need to explain something:
I know you guys noticed how...infrequent these updates have been, right? Well, I'm having a tough time trying to find the time to write these chapter's. SO, I'm going to take a mild break from updating until I either a) finished the story or b)accumulated enough chapters to occupy you guys until I finish.

But, I do have a one-shot up of [PAUSE]...Emmett! It's a crack-fic, but I like it. It should be up when you guys read this. So, why not check it out?

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight!

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I grumbled to myself as I parked the car into Emily's driveway. Al had called Embry to pick her up from the campus and had forgotten to call and tell me until after a whole hour of searching the grounds for her. The nerve! When I stepped out of the car, I could make out the sound of hammers pounding in the backyard. I screwed my eyebrows up in confusion, but immediately banished my curiosity. At Emily's, sometimes it was better if you just left it alone.

I walked into the cozy house, rather surprised when I didn't hear the familiar buzz that always emitted from the kitchen. Warily, I entered the kitchen to see Emily, Kim, Claire, Nessie, and Al surrounding the glass window and giggling madly.

"Oh my God!" Claire squealed. "Did you see Quil?!"

Al snorted. "Forget him! Have you seen Embry? He is way—"

"Oh, please!" Kim scoffed. "You girls obviously don't have eyes! If you did, you guys would be too busy ogling Jared to even notice those amateurs!"

"Jared? Are you kidding us? Jake is clearly the best looking one out there!" Nessie proclaimed, prompting a shouting match between the girls until Emily signaled for silence.

"Girls, girls," she scolded lightly. "You shouldn't be fighting who looks the best! You should be ashamed of yourselves," Emily huffed indignantly, and the girls looked down at the floor abashedly. Emily grinned, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "Besides, Sam is without a doubt the best looking one!" There was a chorus of high giggles as I stared in bafflement from the entry.

"Uh, what's going on in here?" I asked, not quite sure if I wanted to know or not. Al turned her head slightly, not giving up her view of the window but turning just enough to acknowledge me.

"The guys…!" she squealed, wiggling her hips excitedly. There was another round of giggles as the gawked at the windows, and I rolled my eyes.

"What's so interesting about them?"

"Come and see, silly!" Nessie said, scooting over to make room for me so I could have a view. With a resigned sigh, I stepped over to the window and peered out. At first, all I could see was wood everywhere, and pieces of grass uprooted and scattered in random directions. The shed that had once stood in the back of the yard was destroyed and decimated; it looked like someone had bombed it to smithereens. But then I noticed the guys, or to be exact, Paul.

He was shirtless, and the sun made his body gleam with sweat. His muscles flexed as he hammered down some wood—to make a new shed, I vaguely thought. But I was too mesmerized to really give a damn.

Paul's biceps were huge, and his back muscles flexed under my gaze. I looked up for a moment to see his laughing eyes gazing back at me, a cocky grin plastered to his face. I tried to scowl at him, but I probably looked more like a gawking fish. He turned back around to his task, but I could see his shoulders shaking slightly, and I knew he was laughing at me.

Slowly, reluctantly, I tore my eyes from his sweaty perfection. I met the glazed over eyes of the girls as they grinned at my red face.

"Hot sweaty goodness," I squeaked, making my face go even redder.

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I was sitting on the living room couch, shoveling ice-cold icecream into my mouth. My face was still pink from earlier, and I wanted the stupid blush to go away.

Okay, think granny panties…Now think of the summer when gramps went shirtless to the beach…I felt nauseous already, and my face was cooling down finally. My gramps shirtless really worked on me. I might even have to send him a thank-you card.

"Is this seat taken?" came a husky voice. My spoon froze halfway in the air and I barely contained a terrified whimper. Slowly, I looked up to see the still shirtless Paul looming over me, smiling down at me innocently. I nodded my head dumbly, and he chuckled quietly. "Really? I don't see anyone," he said, looking around the room. My face glowed red at my idiocy, but I still didn't want him to sit by me.

"Al's coming in a minute," I lied lamely. Paul looked down at me, a sly smile on his face.

"Nah, I don't think she will," he said off-handedly, smirking. "She looked pretty comfortable on Embry's lap in the kitchen. So, it looks like we have the couch all to ourselves." I watched in horror as he eased himself down beside me, grinning.

"Is that icecream?" he asked interestedly, and I nodded fearfully. Paul beamed at me, and slowly sliding his finger across the rim of the bowl. I gaped as he brought his finger to his mouth and licked off the melted icecream. He let out a groan of satisfaction, grinning at me. "That was tasty. Say, can I have the rest of your icecream?"

My face burned hotly as I shoved the icecream bowl into his hands. I scooted onto the far side of the couch so that I could get away from him. Now I understood what the girls meant when they talked about seductive Paul!

Paul pouted at me. "Why are you all the way over there?" he asked me. "Why don't you come back to this side?" I shook my head vehemently as he grinned impishly at me. He set the bowl down onto the coffee table and slowly inched closer to me.

"What's wrong, my angel?" Paul asked softly. My face boiled when I felt his hot hand enclose around my hand. He smiled disarmingly at me, his lips getting closer to mine. Paul brought up his other hand to cup my face, tracing my lower lips with his thumb. Involuntarily, my eyes fluttered closed and my breath came faster. I could envision him smiling triumphantly, something I knew he was doing at that instant, but couldn't bring myself to feel rightfully indignant. All I wanted was to feel his lips on mine, just like the old times…

"Oo! Sex-ay!" Tommy said, snapping his fingers. I jolted back from Paul and stared wide-eyed at the smirking Leah and the leering Tommy. I could hear Paul growl, cussing under his breath.

"And what were you two doing, exactly?" Leah inquired, smiling mischievously. I stuttered uselessly, my cheeks testifying my guilt.

"None of your business, Leah," Paul snarled. Leah only chuckled and wrapped an arm around Tommy's waist.

"Sure, sure," she said. "None of my business. C'mon, Tommy. Let's go see what Emily is cooking." Tommy grinned, winking largely at me before following Leah into the kitchen. There were large laughs in there, and I blushed even more. I disentangled myself from Paul, standing up on my wobbly legs.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Paul asked, and I smiled slightly.

"Um, I'm just going to go home. Big test coming up. Yep. Tell the rest of the gang I said bye," I said, making my quickly out the door. Boy, I was in deep shit.

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I feel terrible for submitting this terrible chapter, but things will pick up and the chapters WILL BE LONGER. So, review please!