Ugh, my feet hurt so much. We've been walking for at leased a half an hour, and while we did pass by a few houses it did very little to reassure me. Obviously we were getting closer to my dads place, but without our luggage. We left that back in the car that was, as of this minute, being worked on by a strange shirtless guy, whom I don't know. I sighed, reaching up again and rubbing the back of my neck. I did that a lot when in stressful situations, not to mention how tired I was too... I couldn't wait to finally get to the house and fall back onto whatever excuse of a bed my dad had bought. Comfy or not, just so long as it had a pillow I was happy. "How far is this place?" Hikaru complained. She was still walking a bit behind me, Sam, and Quill, with Embry whom she'd grown quite accustomed to within the time period that we've all been together. From what I could hear, they weren't actually talking to one another though... It was as if just being around each other was enough, despite the silence that I would probably consider awkward. "Were here, actually." Sam answered before I had the chance to. Not that my words would prove to be useful, again I've only been to La Push once and that was when I was younger... I really didn't know my way around too well, and with how dark it was outside it wouldn't help my sense of direction. Unlike what would happen had I been the one to speak, Sam was right though. The house that the five of us had made our way over to was all too familiar, yet not at the same time. Talk about confusing, right? I swear I remembered the porch to be completely wood, color and everything, but it was painted a cloudy type of white... Then again, he could have painted it within the time it took for me to take another visit. I was half asleep, so even the simplest of answers couldn't register properly in my mind. I was expecting Sam or Quill to knock, so when they just threw the door open and walked casually inside I was a bit taken aback. Just how familiar were they with my father anyway? Sure, he had always been social... But at this time of night? And another thing, shouldn't the door be locked? With a hesitant look over to Hikaru, who didn't actually notice because she was too caught up in staring at Embry too, I followed in Quill's footsteps as he tracked after Sam inside. "Um... Dad, I'm here!" I yelled, my eyes flinching because of the direct light that they were met with upon walking inside. It seemed like every light switch was turned on in the damned place.
Shielding my sensitive eyes with my hand I dropped the small hand bag that I managed to scavenge out of the car before we actually left and stared around at my surroundings. Other then the porch thing everything was exactly how I remembered it. The all too familiar coat hanger standing next to the door, though didn't actually have any coats on it. Rubber boots placed on top of a shoe rack that my father often used whenever he went fishing, followed by the natural running shoes and everything... Then the all too familiar noise of my dads pounding footsteps as he made his way down the stairs in the living room. I blinked, turning quickly and just in time for his arms to wrap tightly around me. And, like the bear-hug that I was previously stuck in, I was lifted off the ground though remained in the air a little longer then last time. Being placed a bit more gently on the ground my dad moved away and placed his hands on my shoulders, "Let me get a good look at my beautiful daughter." He grinned, turning me side to side before removing his right hand from my shoulder and flipping the bangs away from my eyes, "It's been so long, and your so grown up!" My father was an average built man, a bit of muscle because of his work preference but nothing too much. Like I mentioned before he had dark hair, cut short... I don't know why but telling by the men that we've been running into recently, that seemed like the style out being said the only thing that really got him to stick out from a crowd was his emerald green eyes. So light that it was almost strange. Luckily, I had inherited that as well. I laughed a bit awkwardly and somehow managed to shift away from him, my own hands held out in front of me in a sort of 'I'm innocent manner.' "I haven't changed that much from last summer," Which was when he came to visit me last. "That's right, shes still short." That was it, what I had been waiting for. Hikaru's voice boomed into the conversation as she stepped up to stand beside me, apparently deciding to take the time to snap back to reality rather then staying in la-la land with -of-it. (Aka. Embry.) And about the 'short' comment... I let it pass because honestly, it had been record breaking time since the last one had been made. My fathers grin disappeared as he eyed her, though re-appeared even larger upon recognition. "Hikaru, it's been too long." He said, holding out his hand and grasping hers in a handshake. She returned the smile once the handshake had ended and replied even more cheekily, "Well, I knew you missed me." The two laughed softly before turning their attention back to me. Such an act that I had to admit got me a little scared. When it came to mischievousness the two were definitely in tact. Not calling them evil, but they were the closest people to being so that I've met. Yet another reason why I regretted bringing Hikaru along. Her company was great, but the side effects were just too much.
"Well, I'm glad your just here safe." My father drew in a breath of shaky air before darting his gaze over to Sam, a thankful yet somewhat apologetic expression crossing his features, "And I thank you for helping them." Sam ran his fingers through his short black hair before simply nodding in response. If it wasn't for the conversation going on between the two, I would've guessed that something was up. Even with the 'great' act that they put on, the way they were staring at each other was like there was something troubling them. In fact, Quill seemed to be holding back a laugh or something. More then likely because of Embry who had finally found his way back to standing beside him. "He's here, right?" Sam asked, nodding his head toward the living room that my father was standing in front of. "Of course he is. There's no keeping him away now." My father replied, with a quick roll of his eyes before turning his body to also look in that direction. I didn't know what or who they were talking about, so I passed it off as something that had nothing to do with me and my friend. And as any person would do in the current situation I decided to ignore whatever was going on and turned my attention onto Hikaru. "The room well be staying in is upstairs, just ask my dad if you have trouble finding it." I said, watching as she smiled and crossed her arms against her chest. "Yeah, don't worry. Go up and get some sleep, I'm not really tired anyway and I probably won't go to bed till later." She replied, looking at Embry quickly before turning her attention back to me, basically letting me know the reason behind her staying up so late. I giggled a little kidishly before turning on my heels and starting in the direction of the living room, with every intention to ease past my father and to the stairs. "I'll see you tomorrow th-" Obviously fate had no intention to let me do what I wanted. As my sentence was quickly cut off by me walking into someone. Someone obviously built because it felt as if I was walking into a wall. "Hey! Watch where your... going..." The persons voice started out angry, though fell into almost a whisper as he probably seen me. Falling back a few steps, hand on my forehead that had banged up against the mans chest, I glared up at whomever it was, ready to yell, and only to grow more shocked. That voice, that face, how could I forget him? Paul. The kid that had teased me oh so many years ago and the one that I swore I hated. Even to this day.
The two of us said nothing, and instead just stared at one another. Me in complete irritation and him sort of... How could I put it... Well; not sure how to look. My father stepped up quickly, placing himself in between us as he tried to get rid of the awkward-slash-tension that was forming. "Paul, you remember my daughter Katrina, and... Katrina you remember Paul." I grimaced at the mention of his name, which for some reason upon noticing, made his expression turn from not-sure-what to saddened-oh. God, what was with this guy? When did he turn into such a... Such a girly-guy? Back when I met him he was such a jerk! Maybe... Maybe he wasn't so bad now? Time could have changed him, it does that to some people... NO! No no no no, what the hell was I thinking? This was the kid who kicked sand into my eyes as a child, who destroyed my hair with a bucket of mud, need I go on? HE didn't deserve a second chance. "Katrina..." His voice snapped me out of my anger and caused me to stare up at him. I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice my dad step away from the two of us and Paul getting even closer toward me. Well, A LOT closer to me. "I know we got off to a bad start, but-";"Save it, would you?" I grumbled, shifting away and staring back at everyone else. They seemed just as shocked about his change of attitude as I was, thus telling me that it was very recent. "I'm not interested in your apologies, or you for that matter so just save it." I jumped a little shakily as he turned from apologetic to angry. God, this guy was a ticking time bomb. I was about to say something else when two strong hands grabbed my arms and pulled me quickly away from him, which followed in Paul shoving past us and racing out into the night. Wait... What just happened? Did he seriously have a temper tantrum? Yeah, now I was definitely more sure that I wanted nothing to do with the guy. "I'm going to bed." I hissed, not bothering to look back and see who it had been that dragged me out of the way of angry mc. angerson. Not waiting for a response I walked quickly into the living room, continued up the stairs, and slammed the door closed behind me as I found my way into the guest bedroom. Throwing myself onto one of the two beds that stuck out in the middle of it, and burying my head into a pillow.
Once a jerk always a jerk. I shifted further into the blankets as my eyes remained closed, sleep drifting over me within a few seconds of getting comfortable.