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Part I-Chapter 1: Packing

Moving Out-Billy Joel

Vogue-Glee

Kitty Kat-Beyonce

July 20th, Monday

Over the next couple of days I spent my time packing with Nessa. She told me she would get everything done herself and that we could go hang out with everyone for one of the last time but I told her that I would help. I know I was probably being selfish but I only had a couple more days with her and I wanted to spend every minute of it by her side. Every day I would go over there and help pack all her things, it was fun, we laughed a lot about the stupid things we'd done as kids.

The only really awkward moment I had with her is when I was packing some of her clothes and I found a very little silk and lacey underwear set. I almost had a heart attack on the spot. Usually I'm not embarrassed by her clothing, since she lets me help her pack a lot when she's spending the night over at Sue's house. I went over to Nessa and asked her why she had this. I swear her reaction was the funniest sight she had turned at least 10 shades of red. I started laughing so hard but I stopped when I saw her face again, she was really embarrassed I could tell that maybe I had done something wrong. Just maybe.

Oops this is not good. I mean she is a really sweet person most of the time and barely gets mad but oh, no I think I crossed a line with her that time. Her embarrassment turned to rage, she was pissed. I walked cautiously over toward her and she held out her hand palm up. I walked faster closing the space between us and put her um…garment in her hand. She then looked extremely embarrassed again. Well this is awkward…

After a couple minutes of silence she finally spoke up, "These aren't mine," she stated matter-of-factly, holding up the lingerie.

"Oh um sure," I said, trying to keep calm and play along. I mean how could they not be hers? They were in her drawer in her room. They had to be hers.

"No I'm being dead serious Embry. They. Are. Not. Mine," she said defensively, her anger coming back. Man does she go through mood swings or what she must be having one of 'those days'.

"Look, Ness, I'm not one to judge I don't care if you have that kind of um…'thing'. You don't have to lie about it, really," I said, trying to ease her up. It just looked like I made her even more pissed off. Oh, crap what did I do now?

"Embry, they aren't mine seriously! They're Leah's! Gosh!" Umm, ok, very awkward. Why would she have Leah's underwear in her drawer?

Though thinking about it it probably was Leah's. Nessa doesn't have that kind of stuff just lying around, and she knew I was going through her stuff so she would have taken it out first if it were hers. Still the way I perceived it was very wrong now that I come to think about what my first thought was when she said it was Leah's.

"Oh, God that came out wrong. Let me explain," she said, looking highly uncomfortable at the situation.

I just stood there waiting for her to continue, she was standing looking rather nervous, fidgeting with her hands. After about a minute she spoke up.

"Well you see Leah said that a lot of the girls my age were wearing these um 'things'," she said, holding up the little clothing of silk. "So I said I wanted a pair, although I was entirely kidding at the time, but you know Leah she is all girly and she took it seriously. So I come back the next day and Leah is holding a little pink bag with Victoria's Secret written on it and she gives it to me to try on. I told her I was joking but she said it's too late and to stop being a child, suck it up, and put on the clothes. I did what she said, then took them off as quickly as I could.

"She asked me which ones I liked, I said none of them, and she said that she would tell you one of my most embarrassing secrets if I didn't pick one so I chose the dark red one you had in your hand. I kind of did like that one, but I've never, nor do I ever plan on, wearing those. So there you go." I was in complete laughter by the time she was finished.

That is so like Leah to do that to Nessa. See Leah is most likely the girlish girl in La Push. Give her a million dollars and she would spend it on clothes and make-up. I stopped laughing abruptly, realizing what she said before. Wait what? What secrets? Nessa had no secrets from me. What could she of possibly told Leah that I didn't know about?

"And beside, why would I wear that kind of thing anyway. Leah started telling me how uncomfortable they were after I picked that one," she said nonchalantly, then grumbling something along the lines of, "If there so uncomfortable why did she give it to me again?"

"So what embarrassing secret were you hiding from me?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Really what secret would she not tell me?

Almost nothing embarrasses me and she knows it. This must be one hell of a secret that she can't even tell her best friend. She shifted uncomfortably then sat down on the edge of her princess sized bed. Ooh, this is going to be good, I thought while trying to scrutinize her face.

"What?" she asked, obviously peeved.

"Oh nothing, I'm just trying to guess what it is your keeping from me," I answered.

"Oh?" she replied, "and are you having any luck with that?" she asked, looking smug.

"No, actually I'm not," I said honestly, coming to sit next to her, putting one arm over her shoulder.

"You know you could just ask right?" she said.

"I did ask," I said defensively.

"No you could ask me what it is without looking at me like your trying to discover a second pair of eyes or something," she stated. "You're making me feel all self-conscious."

Oh, I didn't know that, maybe I have been looking at her like I'm trying to discover something new. I grumbled a sorry then got up to put more of her things away when I noticed the little stuffed dog I had gotten her when she turned 13 last June. I went over to a box and put it away. When I noticed Nessa still on the bed staring down at her hands looking rather nervous I came to stand next to her.

"Hey, Ness, what's the matter?" I asked, worry evident in my tone.

"Oh, sorry I kinda of spaced out there for a moment," she said.

"Uh ,it's ok, but what's the deal you look all nervous," I said, kneeling down in front of her.

"Well you asked what my embarrassing secret was. I'm going to tell you. Though it's not all that embarrassing, it's just I didn't know how to tell you. Well you see I—"

Just as she was going to explain Mrs. Skye walked in.

"Oh, hey Mrs. Skye," I said with all the sincerity I could muster.

It was not unclear of my dislike for Nessa's mother. I would show the utmost respect for her and she would give me not even a look of acknowledgment. That's the way it has been for almost two years now. For her I'm just the spawn of the town slut, my mom.

Sure my mom had some one-night flings with a few of the guys on the Rez, but still…no she was right my mom is a slut. Hey, I can't argue with that. She brings home basically half the men in the La Push that also have wives. Yea, but she can't not like my mom all she wants, why bring me into all this I honestly have no idea. Maybe she is just mean to everyone, but it hadn't always been this way. In fact her and my mom were best friends for a long while until suddenly she was like the rest of them, talking behind my mom's back. Ever since Paul ran away that's when things got this way. I think she doesn't like anyone now. No, that's not true, she absolutely adores Leah. Oh, god everyone just loves Leah!

She walked over to Nessa and looked at her apprehensively then she turned to look at me. Damn what the hell did I do now…again? Now she was scowling at me, though that was not entirely new it still caught me off guard because I haven't even talked to her let alone upset her enough to give me that look. I suddenly remembered that phrase 'if looks could kill' and if they could I'd be on my deathbed right now.

After giving me a long cold stare she turned back to look at Nessa and asked, "Vanessa can you care to explain why this…boy is in your room, and putting away your clothes no less?"

Dang she really is a stone cold bitch. Shit, if she didn't want me here she could've just told me straight out instead of taking it out on Ness. Sometimes I just want to yell at her and tell her to stop being a bitch to everyone around her. No wonder her parents are always fighting when they're here, although I'm not entirely sure as to what they're fighting about. Something about it wasn't right between them or here I don't really know.

Nessa just sat there looking helpless while I went to go put some of her manga books away. Honestly I'll never understand why she finds that crap entertaining it's just…crap that's all there's to it, just pure stupid crap.

"He was just helping me pack some stuff then we were going to go down to some friends houses and gets some of the books they borrowed," Nessa explained to her mom, "also I wanted to say goodbye to some other people I know from school since we're leaving Saturday and all," she finished, looking more sad with each word she said but she still held on a tiny grin.

I guess that satisfied her mom cause all she did was look at her daughter once more and turned to leave mumbling, "Cause she has to do everything with that stupid—"

And that's when I stop caring and listening. I walked over to the books Nessa had piled up to take to her friends houses, picked them up, and walked over to Nessa saying, "Well, we had better get going if you want to get done before dinner." She looked up at me and smiled, but the smile looked wrong, it didn't reach her eyes. She reached out and took a couple of books for her own.

After we headed to the Black's house to get Jake's book about car's Nessa had lent him, though I'm not really sure why she would have that, we decided to take back Quil's book on cooking. Apparently Quil could cook and he had a lot of books on it that he lent Nessa a few weeks back. It was actually a really good help, usually when Nessa cooks, not to be mean or anything, it tastes like burnt toast no matter what it is.

She actually burned water one time I'm not entirely sure how that happened, I thought it was impossible to burn water but she did it. Over the few weeks she did have that book her cooking improved tremendously, she can bake a cake now. I'm so proud. Just kidding, I'm not as queer as I sound, but I was really impressed. I was kind of afraid that I would throw up if I ate it but I took the risk and I'm glad I did, it was better than a lot of cakes I've tasted and even better because she made it.

However, after I learned that it was the book that was helping her I knew why she had improved. I was sort of sad that the cake she baked me for my birthday had help from Quil in it. He said all he did was put the icing on cause it was too extreme for her first cake or whatever, but I was still sad that she asked Quil, although I could understand because, like her a month ago, I sucked and I can't help make my own birthday cake.

We then took off toward Sue's house to get most of Nessa's books from Leah and Seth. When we got there Sue was cleaning, Leah was sitting at her kitchen counter reading Teen Vogue and texting at the same time, Harry was watching major league baseball on his couch, and Seth was sitting on the floor in front of the couch reading a book about cats from the looks of it.

"Hey, V," Leah said, looking up from her magazine and smiling before turning toward me and adding a rude, "Call."

She looked down toward her phone when it vibrated and snorted at what she read. Like me Leah has a nickname for Nessa, she calls her V, shortening Vanessa to just the one letter. I guess it's catchy because most of our friends call her that, and that's fine with me because they don't call her the special nickname I made for her years back even if Paul swears it was his idea first.

As many people can already tell, me and Leah do not get along. I guess it's just the competition of being Nessa's best friend.

"Clearwater," I shot back earning a chuckle from Sue. She understood the competition.

"Hey Lee, whatcha doing?" Nessa asked, looking over at Leah's book.

Leah got up of the counter and grabbed Nessa's hand dragging her upstairs to what I can only assume was to have 'girl talk' or whatever they do. I went over to the couch and plopped down resting my feet on the coffee table just like Harry. Unlike some people's parents—coughNessa'scough—Harry likes me a lot since I basically live here when my mom goes on business trips.

"So who's winning, Dodgers or Nationals?" I asked, not really interested. Unlike me, Harry actually liked the Nationals and I the Dodgers or Padres, though I prefer football rather than baseball.

"What do you think?" he grumbled. I looked at the screen and smiled. Nationals down by 5.

After a while I gave up on the game, the Dodgers still in the lead by 3, and slumped down on the floor by Seth. Seth was a weird little fellow, he was only 11 and going through that awkward stage as a kid. I still hang with him. He looked up to me, Quil, and Jake—I saw that he was in fact reading a cat book. Personally I had no dislike of cats but I was a dog person. Everyone in La Push preferred them because they were cousins of the wolf. The wolves were our protectors and everyone shows great respect for them. No one ever shows any disrespect toward our legends or the wolves or else you would get talked to by the elders and no one wants that.

I leaned toward Seth and looked over his shoulder at what exactly he was reading. It was just pictures of cats and there descriptions under them. Weird boy why would he be reading about cats? I guess he saw my look of confusion and said, "I want to get a cat for my birthday, but Mom say's I can't unless I know everything about them and I can prove to her that I know what the cat wants and needs." Ah, okay I get it now.

"So, Seth why don't you want a dog for your birthday instead?" I asked. It was unusual for a boy to not want a dog but a cat instead. I heard Harry sigh and Sue chuckle from inside the kitchen. What was the joke?

Seth looked at me with a wicked grin like he just discovered how to take over the world or something. Oh, no what did he do? Ha, just a little while ago I was wondering what I did now I'm wondering what Seth's done it's funny how quick things can change. Back to the point.

"Uh, am I missing something?" I asked, looking at Harry then back at Seth.

"I don't want a dog because that's exactly what she," he said, jabbing a thumb in the direction of Leah's room, "wants. Sure a dog would be cool too, but it would become a shared animal between me and Leah. If I get a cat then I get fluffy all to myself," he finished with a dark chuckle. He wants to piss off Leah, he should of told me that sooner, I would have helped.

Huh? Fluffy? He already picked out a name. Wow this kid really is weird.

"Why the he—" I started to say hell but I stole a quick glance at Harry, he was glaring at me. Right no cussing. "—ck would you name your cat fluffy? Do you want to get beat up? Why don't you name it a human name or something?" I concluded.

"Because the cat I want is really fluffy so it only fits," he said, getting angry.

"Ok, whatever, it's your imaginary cat after all," I said, looking back toward the TV screen.

"It isn't imaginary, it's right here in this book!" he shouted at me, shoving his book in my face.

I was about to reply but was interrupted again by Leah.

"Would you give it a rest we're not getting a cat," she said, coming back down with Nessa and handing her about 10 thick books.

I went over to Nessa and slid the books onto my hands carrying them effortlessly. She slipped me a 'thank you' grin then went to the counter where I put her other books. She picked them up and gave them to Leah.

"Thanks so much for letting me borrow these. You were right I loved them and I only found one mistake," Nessa said cheerily, she was known for reading books and finding the tiniest mistakes in them.

"See I told you they were awesome. I knew they were what you needed. Some romance instead of all that drama and tragedy stuff, though, that was very interesting too. I completed all of the books you let me borrow. I'm glad you forced me to read them," she said as her phone started ringing.

She grabbed it and talked to the other person fast saying, "Yea, she's here…uh huh, I'll ask right now."

She turned to look at Nessa now mouthing the words 'are you going home'. Nessa just nodded her head yes while Leah returned back to the phone "Yea she is…oh, ok. Uh huh, sure. Ok, bye," she said then put her phone into her back pocket.

"So I guess I'm leaving aren't I?" Nessa asked as she started toward the door.

"Yea, apparently your mom invited some people over for a goodbye dinner or something."

"Seriously? I didn't even know she had friends," Nessa said, opening the door to go outside.

Like me, Nessa does not particularly get along with her mother either. Sure she loves her, but her mother looks down on her a lot. She thinks of her more as an asset to her company and treats her like an employee and not a daughter. She was treated like a model. All for show but not to be conversed with. After a few mumbled goodbye's we started on the road to her house.