Okay, Okay. I know it's been FOREVER! But I'm trying to recover from my writers block! This story isn't going where I wanted it to go, so I'm trying to work the kinks :) Thank you guys for still reading this and adding this as your favorite story, it helps me know that you guys actually like it :P And your reviews are helping me a lot! Any advice you have, or idea, let me know! Constructive criticism is very mush welcome! :D R&R!

And now the much awaited chapter... again, I am sorry!

I've shown more emotion in theses past few days than I have in my entire life. And most of the time, it's with Embry. How he manages it? I have know idea, but the kid is my life savior. I feel… normal now. I don't feel so stale anymore, I'm close to my family, and I'm happy about things. I can actually watch a scary movie and hide from the scary parts. And I owe all this Embry.

"Hey mom," I called, tromping down the stairs, "What's for dinner?"

"We're going out," she called back, she was in the living room reading a home decorating magazine, "Wear something nice."

"Where are we going?" I asked leaning against the back of the couch, and grabbing a piece of candy from a dish near by.

"A little restaurant in Port Angeles, we are meeting some people there."

"Who?"

She flipped a page and shrugged, "Not sure, ask your father…" She scanned the page and the turned the corner, marking it. She was currently booting up for the holidays. Thanksgiving is in a couple of days and my brother and father where currently getting out all of my moms décor. She goes all out, and I mean all out.

I grabbed a tiny Snickers bar from the candy dish and popped into my mouth while heading to the garage.

I smiled when I opened the door, the '69 was almost done. All I needed was a good buffing, paint, and some wheels. My brother, even though he's rather young and has never had the experience, says it "sounds like sex". Afterwards however Dad gave him 'the talk' again, I laughed when he walked out the room speechless and tomato red.

"Who are we meeting with?" I called into the room, hoping they where in the storage room.

"The Blacks and Clearwater's."

My eyes widened and I started figuring out what illness to fake, "Dad I-"

"Your going, end of story, where something nice, invite Embry if you want."

"Fine." I sighed, and pulled out my phone to call my best friend. After three rings, he answered.

"Hello?" His voice was gruff, I had obviously just woke him up.

"Late night shift?"

"Yes. What do you want?"

"Do you want to go to dinner with me and my family? Please say yes."

He thought for a moment, "Its with Jacob, Seth, and Leah right?"

"Yes, and I need you there."

"When do you not?" I could here the sly smile in his voice.

"There are some-"

"Oh humor me Mack."

"Please Emmy-bear? I'll bake you a cake!"

"Pick me up at four." and he hung up.

I smiled, I knew he would crack, but little did he know, my famous red velvet cake was at Publix right now for half price.

"I'm running to the grocery store, need anything?" I called as I walked through the house, grabbing my stuff as I went.

"No honey!"

"Can you get me some grease for the '69?"

"ohhh get me some ice cream."

I laughed and walked out the door.

Embry knocked on the door just as I was tearing off the price sticker and labeling on the cake.

"Come in!" I yelled as I got rid of the evidence. Everyone one was already ready, including myself. I had decked out in a knee length flowing black dress, accompanied with my converse, light make up, and my hair in a curly low-side ponytail.

"Wow. Mackenzie, you look… great." Embry stared at me longer then he ever has.

"Thanks, you too." I smiled at him, his eyes staring into mine. Almost as if he was waiting for something to happen. I gave him another small smile and turned away, feeling a bit awkward. He sighed, and then started goofing off with Matt.

"Oh, you wore your dress." My mom clapped as she walked in. She had on a tasteful red skirt with matching blouse, her hair curled and pinned back slightly. I gave her a look that warned her I was a second away from taking it off. She gave me an innocent smiled, "You look nice honey." I gave her a weak smile back.

"Alright, lets go." my dad grumbled. He was never the one for fancy dinners.

While everyone was standing inside waiting for our table, I decided to step out into the chilled Washington air. I shivered a bit, but enjoyed the weather nonetheless.

"Aren't you cold?" a voice whispered from behind me.

I spun around, suddenly face to face with… you guessed it. Mr. Jacob Black himself.

"No," I stammered after a couple minutes of deep staring, "I'm fine."

"You look beautiful." He murmured, glancing down for only second.

"Thank you." I muttered looking down. He sighed and tucked a loose hair behind my ear.

"I miss you, Mackenzie."

I looked up at him with watery eyes, was he telling the truth?

"This is harder then I thought it would be."

I couldn't think of anything to say, you too was the only thing popping in my head. But there was so much more needed to be said then just those two words.

"Jacob," I whispered, looking down, "I-"

"Mackenzie!" Embry called from the restaurants door, his voice rather sharp. "The table is ready. Oh. Hi Black."

Jacob let out a low growl, sending chills down my spin, and stepped away from me.

I sighed, and followed Embry.

When I arrived at the table all the seat were taken, all except one in between Matt and Embry, and one at the end of the table. I quickly chose and plopped down between my brother and best friend.

"Jacob!" my father cooed as he approached the table.

"Mr. Dawson." He nodded respectively.

"How are things?" My father smiled as Jacob took the seat next to him.

Jacob made eye contact with me, "They are getting better."

"That's wonderful."

Jacob smiled, never breaking eye contact with me, "Yeah. They are." He looked away and smiled at my dad. My stomach started going fuzzy, and I couldn't keep that goofy smile off my face.

"How about desert?" mom suggested, looking around the table, then starting a conversation about the perfect desert with Sue Clearwater.

"Nah, Mackenzie made me a cake." Embry smirked, more towards Jacob then anyone.

"You do know that she buys-"

"Oh look they have Oreo pie! I bet that's delicious!" I cut off my brother while constantly side kicking him.

"That does sound good." Billy smiled at me, while taking a desert menu. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Jake trying not to laugh.

"I don't think we should let all of Mack's hard work go to waste." My dad winked at me.

"Neither do I." Jacob agreed, a sly smile on his face.

"But it was my cake…" I heard Embry mutter.

"Aw, bud, I'll make buy you- I mean make you another."

"Alright, check please!" Billy called to our waitress, who I noticed kept an eye on Jacob our entire dinner.

"I'll be right back," I said walking out of the kitchen while everyone else was fighting over which slice of cake they get, "I'm gonna go changed."

I quickly climbed the stairs and hooked a right to my room. I opened the door and walked in, not even noticing the striping Jacob standing in the corner.

"What the hell?" I said, covering my face with my hands. I heard him chuckle, I peeked and he was in the process of unbuttoning his pants. "You know, if you try to rape me, my daddy's just done stairs. Imprint or not, he will kill you."

"How said it be rape if the person was willing?" He smirked, I gawked at both his sarcasm and his boxer-brief clad body. "Besides, I was changing so I could patrol." He slipped on his khaki shorts. "Wash these for me?" He nodded towards his pile of clothes in the corner.

"Where not even married and I'm already washing your clothes?"

He smiled, "Part of an Imprint's job." he kissed my forehead, and headed to the window.

"I'll talk to you later." he looked at me with expecting eyes.

"Mhmm." I muttered, gathering up his clothes and shoving them into my clothes basket.

"Promise me, you talk to me later." I could tell he was being serious.

I turned to face him, "I promise, now go before Sam kills you." I replied, shoving him out the window. He snickered and left.

I smiled and shook my head, before I myself began to strip into my pajamas. As I walked out of my room, Jacob's distant howl echoed through my room, leaving me with a content smile.