Embry decided he was going to take me on a date. I was really nervous; I didn't know what to do. What was I supposed to wear? How was I supposed to act? Whenever I acted like "one of the guys", it got me nowhere. I had to call on a girly girl.

Nessie was perfect. I called her, and she said she would come over as soon as possible with the perfect dress. Dress? I thought. This was going to be fun.

Nessie came over two hours before my date with Embry. She had the dress and a box filled with make-up. She invited herself up to my room; I followed her.

"So." She unfolded the dress. "What do you think?"
It was exactly my taste. It was a dark blue, long-sleeved, v-neck dress that I would've loved to wear. How Nessie could pick out the perfect dress amazed me. I didn't know what to do.

"Let's try it on." Nessie handed me the dress. "Go."

I went into the bathroom and put it on. It looked even more amazing on me than it did off. The skirt was flowing, but the top filled my every curve. Thank God Nessie and I were the same size.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Nessie stood up. There was a huge smile on her face. I had taken it as a good sign.

"You look beautiful!" she cooed, hugging me. "Now, what to do with your hair?"
"My hair?" I asked.

"Yeah!" she answered. "We absolutely have to do something with this..." she took a piece of my hair "…mess."

"Mess?" I looked at my hair. "I guess."
"Good, now that we're on the same page." Her smile grew. "Let's curl it!"
"Okay?"
"Yay!"

She took out all her tools and curled my hair. After she was done, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had never seen myself all made up. I actually loved the way I looked.

Nessie then did my make-up. I told her to only to put on lip-gloss and eyeliner, so that's all she put on, but she made it look amazing.

She left after that. I waited for Embry to come. It was five-thirty, and Embry was coming at six.

I went downstairs; my dad was sitting in the living room with the TV on. As I walked downstairs, my dad looked up. When he saw me, he smiled.

"Ana," he whispered. "You look lovely."

"Thanks, Dad."

"Who are you doing this for?" he asked.

"I can't do this for myself?"
"Ana…"
"It's for my date."
"A date?"

"Yes, Dad. Don't act so surprised."
"Who's you first date?"
"Dad," I whined.

"Who is it?"
"Embry, okay?"
"He's a good kid."
"Yeah, so please be nice."

"I'm always nice."
"Daddy…"
Before he could reply, the doorbell rang. I was so excited; I could barely breathe. For the first time in my life, a guy scared me. Sure, I had been nervous before, but never scared.

My dad answered the door. Embry was there in a clean-cut, dark grey T-shirt and jeans. He looked so handsome, and he was doing it all to impress me.

"Hello, Mr. Hatcher," Embry greeted. "Is Ana home?"

"Yeah, she is." My dad let him in. "What are you two doing?"

"I'm taking her out to dinner." Embry walked in and saw me. "Ana, you look… amazing."
I blushed. "Thanks."
He held out his hand. "You ready?"
I nodded and took his hand. "Bye, Dad."
"You two behave." He kissed my cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too, Dad."
"See you later, Mr. Hatcher."
Embry led me outside and to his car. I climbed in, and he climbed in next to me. He started the car. For the first time, the heat started. I smiled.

"When did you get the heat to work?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Jacob and I have been working on it."
"Oh cool. Now stop looking at me and watch the road."
"I can't help it." He smirked. "You're too beautiful."

"Stop making me blush and watch the road."
His smirk grew as he turned his vision to the road. I smiled to myself and thanked God I was with Embry. This was so amazing; I couldn't even believe that I was with him. I wasn't worth a minute of anyone's time, let alone Embry's. I didn't know how I was going to handle this, but I was going to do this. I was on my fucking first date.

We pulled up to the restaurant in Port Angeles. Embry got out of the car, but I was too mesmerized at the restaurant to even look away from it. Embry opened my door.

"You coming?"

I looked at him. "Yeah."

He held out his hand for me, and I took it as he helped me out of the car. He never let go of my hand, and I liked it that way. I never wanted him to ever let go of me.

"Do you like Italian food?" Embry asked as we walked to the restaurant, rubbing his thumb over my hand.

"Yeah." I smiled. "I do."

"Good, because it's the only good restaurant in Port Angeles, besides McDonald's."

I giggled; we walked into the restaurant. The hostess was taken aback by Embry and how amazingly hot he was. I smirked; she had to be so jealous that I, miss 'can't do anything right', was dating mister 'amazingly hot and buff''. Any girl would be jealous that I got him.

She took us to our table. We sat down, and the hostess gave us our menus. She left, and I was thankful, because that meant I was the only one enjoying Embry.

"So, Ana…" he started.

"Yes?" I asked, smiling.

"You look very pretty."

"Thanks."

"Actually, I've never seen someone so beautiful."
I blushed and looked down at my lap. He was so sweet, so gorgeous; I couldn't believe it. How did I get so lucky? Why was I such a good person for Embry? He was way to good to be true.

"Why are you so sweet to me?" I asked. "I'm nothing more than a little girl from Louisiana."

"You're amazing." Embry reached over and took my hand. "That's why."
I squeezed his hand and looked up at him. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He smiled wider. "Now look at your menu. Order whatever you want; I'm paying."

"No!" I laughed. "I'm going to pay for myself."

"Are you kidding me?" he asked. "No, you're not paying. I'll pay."

"If you're sure…"

"I am. Now choose."

I let go of his hand and looked down at my menu.

"So, Ana, does your mother live in Louisiana?"

I stopped and looked up at him. I knew he didn't know any better, but it stung. No one had mentioned my mother since her funeral, and that almost made me forget that she was even dead, but not even Embry could keep the pain away.

"She's dead," I whispered, not looking up at him.

"Oh my Lord." I could feel him looking at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry."
I hated when people pitied me. I wasn't a charity case. But I did understand why people would feel sorry for me. My mother was my best friend, and losing her was hard.

"It's okay." I looked up at him, and I could feel tears filling my eyes. "She's gone, and I can't do anything about it."
"How'd she die?"

My eyes grew softer, but I was angry. I knew he was just wondering about my mother, hoping that talking about it would make it go away, but talking would never make anything better.

"I don't want to talk about it."
"Sorry." He looked down.

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. I shouldn't have asked."

"Really, it's fine. It's just hard for me to talk about."
"I know; that's why I shouldn't have asked."
"You know?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know personally. I just know that's it hard for people."

"Oh."

Thankfully, our waitress came to break the conversation. We ordered, and then ate, and our conversation was great from that point forth.

After dinner, we walked out of the restaurant. It was freezing outside, and I started shivering. Embry came and wrapped his arm around me. I cuddled to his chest. I didn't notice it then, but after a while I realized that he was extremely hot. It was strange for me, and I didn't know how to take it.

But I ignored it. We climbed into the car, and I scooted closer to him to absorb his heat. He put his arm around me again and rubbed my shoulder. It felt so right.

We got to my house, and he walked me to my doorway. We stood there for a while, holding hands. Finally, he leaned in and gave me a kiss. It was flawless.

"I'll see you later, Ana," Embry whispered, and then let go of my hands and walked away.

I raised my hand to wave at him. "Bye."
I took a deep breath and opened my door. I heard my dad in the kitchen, so I walked to him.

"Dad?" I called. "Daddy? What are you doing in there?"
"Trying to make some damn coffee." He looked at me. "Oh, you're home."

I smiled. "Yeah."

"How was the date?"

"It was good." I hugged him. "How was your night alone?"

"Good."

"Alright. Well, I'm going to bed. I love you."

"Love you too, Ana."

I walked upstairs and went to bed.