Nayeli.

-A Jacob Black Fan Fiction, actually written for something called Hater's Writing Competition- Alice Bluebird and Jacob Black have always been one of the obvious people to date. You know, the ones where you say "Oh of course, that's because they're perfect for each other." And they're also one of these couples that are almost annoyingly sweet and seem to be able to read each other's minds, making you want to cry, or hit them. That is why what happens shocks everyone, including them. When Allie's boyfriend Jake breaks up with her, she is crushed. And ready and willing to kick that goddamn Isabella Swan's arse. But what she doesn't know is that she is to become a part of something big... Note: Do not read this if you particularly like Nessie; or Bella Swan, she gets hit in the face. However do read this if you like original characters, Jacob, sarcasm, best friend scenes with Leah Clearwater, a good laugh, and soppy love stories. REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPIER THAN CHOCOLATE.

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10. Chapter Eight - Good With Weird.

 

A/N: Guess who's backkkk. xx   Scene One (the "Embry Scene"): Gin Blossoms - I Found Out
Scene Two (the "Kitchen Scene"): Taylor Swift - Long Live


  I was probably hyperventilating right now.
I saw Sam rush towards me. He picked me up, and before I knew it, he had put me on the ground again, on the porch next to Billy.
He sighed, slipping out of his shoes. “I’ll do that, go call Embry and tell him to get her to Emily’s,” he said. “And by the way, Alice … I’m sorry. You know.” With that, he jumped off the porch, shifting into an even bigger, jet-black wolf. Billy gently steered me into the house and sat me down on a bench.
“I’ll go call Embry now,” he said gently, and quieter: “I’m sorry, Alice.”
I was still too shocked to say anything.
When Embry arrived, he was wearing a huge smile.
I, on the other hand, probably looked like a nervous rabbit.
“I’m so happy this is all clear now. All we have to do is get Quil to phase, and we’ll all be together again!” He said, hugging me.
That was when I found my voice back.
“Don’t touch me,” I said stiffly. “Just get me to the damn car.”
He pouted, but did as I said.
There were no wolves out on the yard anymore.
Not that I would’ve thought there would be.
“You know, we fight like that all the time. Mostly, it happens with Paul, though,” he said in a conversational tone. “Just like normal boys, only we bite and scratch.”
“Like girls,” I managed to say.
“Like manly girls.” Silence. “Oh God, I'm gonna get it from teh guys when we get there.”
"Won't tell anyone," I said.
He let out something that sounded like a whimper, or a dog's whine.
I shook my head.
Then it clicked.
“You’re a wolf as well,” I said in a monotone.
“Yeah,” Embry said cautiously.
“And Jake’s one as well.”
“Yeah…”
“And he left me because he’s a wolf.”
“Basically.” He still didn’t seem to know what I was saying.
“So that means he never wanted to leave me?”
“Never.”
“And he still loves me?”
“Of course.”
We sat there in silence for a while.
Then I hugged him fiercely, causing him to lose control of the car for a moment.
“Geez, woman!” he exclaimed, laughing.
“I missed you,” I muttered into his shoulder.
I could hear him smile. “I missed you, too. Now please let go of me.”
I did, smiling.
“Of course I didn’t miss you as much as Jake,” Embry argued. “He was horrible to be with. I mean, all he ever thought of was you. ‘I miss Allie.’” He said in a girly voice that didn’t sound like Jake’s husky baritone at all. “’I love Allie. I love the way her hair smells. I love the way she smiles. I love the way she tastes like cotton candy’—didn’t need to know that, by the way.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“He said that?”
Embry looked uncomfortable. “Not exactly.”
I waited.
“I think that’s one of those questions you should ask Jake,” he added.
I nodded. “Like the one about what the hell an imprint is?”
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes.
“You started swearing more,” he remarked.
I huffed. “Started swearing in general. Well, about two months are quite a long time of not talking to someone. People change, and not always into mutant wolves.”
Silence.
“At least you got that we’re wolves,” Embry said, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
It worked. “Who didn’t?”
“Kim. She was freaking out as well, puking and everything. You’re taking this surprisingly well.”
“I know!” I exclaimed, giddily. He shot me a look. “I know,” I said, more modest this time.  He smiled, but looked away so I wouldn’t see it. “I’m good with weird, though.”
“Exactly what Bella Swan said when she found out.” Just as the words were said, he probably realised that had been exactly the wrong thing to say.
I clenched my hands to fists, my nails digging into the flesh of my palms.
“And how come he told her?” I got out.
“Well, technically, he didn’t, but…”
“Yeah?” I said, my voice dangerously low.
“That’s a Jake question. You’re quite bipolar, by the way. I’m just saying.”
“Screw you, Embry.”
“Promise?”
I scoffed. “Shut the hell up.”
“By the way, is it true what she says? That you hit her?”
I avoided his eyes. “That was Leah. I might have … accidentally … on purpose … trashed her truck, though.”
He looked at me for a second, then burst out laughing.
“I love you, Allie, I effing love you! She was mad for ages because she thought it was Jake!”
I managed a grin. “Serves him right, that bastard. And I only trashed the motor, to be fair.”
Embry pulled up to Emily’s house and suddenly became serious again.
“You’re not gonna take him back, are you?” It was more of a statement than a question.
I sighed. “I know I will eventually because I just love him too much, but not immediately, no. I think I might just keep him on the long lead—and yes, that pun was intended—a day for every hour I spent bawling my eyes out over him.”
Embry thought for a minute.
“That seems fair, actually.”
I smiled. “Yeah, only I probably won’t last more than a month.”
With that being said, I got out of the car.
“Hi, Emily!” I called into the house, not even bothering to knock.
“Whoever you are,” a voice came from the living room, “Fuck off because she’s not here and I really can’t be arsed to deal with you.”
I went after the voice. “Paul Lahote?”
He had been half-lying on the sofa, eating Doritos, and jumped up now.
“Alice,” he said and came over to hug me. Okay? I just stood there stiffly and waited for him to let go.
He eventually did. “So I’m guessing you found out?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because this would be really awkward if you hadn’t.”
I managed a smile. “You mean about the fact that my ex-boyfriend is a dog? Yeah, that.”
He laughed. “Ex? I like that. But don’t keep him for too long, I don’t want to endure too much whining.”
Hey, he wasn’t so bad after all. “So, excuse the question, but why are we friends all of a sudden?”
He shrugged. “You’re Jake’s imprint now, you’re family.”
“Would be cool if I knew what an imprint was, I’m guessing.”
He bit his lip. “Sorry.”
“It’s cool, I’ll have Jake tell me when he comes here to have me bitch-slap him again.”
His eyes gleamed and he pulled me to the sofa and sat me down, sitting next to me.
“You actually slapped him? Tell me more, girlfraand!” He said the last sentence in a girly voice, and I giggled.
“I was a bit angry.”
“And then you decided to wreck the vamp girl’s car? Poor girl knows nothing about ‘em, she was close to crying.”
I grinned, deciding to overhear the vamp girl thing. “Poor her, but the old lady—and I’m not talking about Isabella Swan here—was already well past her peak times. Only tweaked around a bit, Leah gave me the idea when she said the girl loved nothing more than the piece of junk. Up to then, I’d actually thought it was there for decoration.”
He threw his head back and laughed loudly, a laugh that was oddly familiar considering this had to be about the first time I actually heard him laugh. Unless…
“Paul, what do you look like as a mutt?” I asked.
“I’d take offense to the mutt, but as we’re talking about Paul here…” I turned to see Embry leaning against the doorframe, grinning cheekily.
Paul threw a pillow at him without even looking, but his aim was perfect. Embry caught it and threw it at me.
“I can’t catch!” I screamed.
I didn’t catch—I was awful at anything to do with catching or throwing—but I helplessly threw my hands around in the air.
The boys laughed when I hit the pillow at the floor.
“I told you I couldn’t catch,” I pouted.
“Yeah,” Paul said, gasping for air. “But you can pat.” He mimicked my actions, causing Embry to double over in laughter.
“And I’m a silver wolf, thank you very much.” Paul said when he was back to normal.
“He’s gray, but he doesn’t want to believe it,” Embry added.
“Don’t make me throw a pillow at you again.” Paul’s eyes gleamed mischievously.
Embry shook his head. “Naw, I don’t think Allie would survive the stress.”
They cracked up again, and I crossed my arms.
“I hate you guys,” I said, but eventually started laughing again.
Then I realized something and stopped laughing.
“Wait, so that was you at the cliffs?” I asked. Awkward.
Paul nodded. “Yeah, we were helping Jacob with the phasing. You probably heard him, he was freaking out when he realised you were nearby. Sam had to Alpha-order him to stay where he was.”
“I’m guessing both questions I really want to ask now are Jake-questions?”
They both nodded, Embry coming over and sitting on the other sofa in front of us.
“So I basically told you all about my teenage struggles with life and bitched about boys to a boy?” I asked, panicking slightly. I tried to remember what I had told him—had I said anything about him?
“Yeah, and called me the devil’s spawn and told me about your cat-lady ambitions,” Paul laughed. “That’s actually when I realised you were quite cool, not the airy little girl I thought you were. You’re quite tough, actually.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. “I suppose.”
“The pregnant thing was way TMI, by the way,” he added, spoiling it again.
“I liked the wolf-lady bit, it was awesome!” Embry laughed.
I looked at Paul, rolling my eyes. “Jake question?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Hey!” someone called from the door. “Whoever is here, and I know there’s at least Embry because I know your retarded laugh!” I giggled silently, pointing at Embry, and he stuck out his tongue at me. “I’ve got Emily here with me, please make sure you’re decent!”
“That’s Kim,” Embry answered to my questioning look. “She’s Jared’s imprint.”
“So she’s to Jared what I’m to Jake and she’s family as well?” I clarified.
“Yeah. And we once came back from phasing—shifting into a wolf—and she came in on having three of us naked, it was glorious!”
“Shut up, Embry!” Kim called, and I smiled.
“Hello, Paul, Embry. Who’s… oh.” Emily stopped when she saw me, her face concerned.
“She knows,” Paul informed her.
I shrugged. “At least sort of.”
One side of Emily’s face pulled into a smile, and she came over to press me to her in a giant hug.
“I’m so glad,” she said into my hair. “Wait, he did, didn’t he?” She released me.
“Yeah,” Embry nodded. “Even though your fiancenot keeps insisting it can’t be possible.”
“So did Jared,” I piped in. “Kim, I think Jake insulted you because he was angry at Jared for insulting me, so I’m sorry for that.”
She just stared at me.
“Is she for real?”
Paul shrugged. “She is like that, she’s also sort of the reason Jared imprinted on you, so yeah.”
Kim squinted at me. “What did he say?”
“Oh, it was something about crappy imprints, and Jake said ‘Oh, we’re talking about yours now?’ sort of bitchily.”
She laughed and slung one arm around me, pushing Paul off the sofa and sitting both of us down.
“No, I mean Jared, so I can punish him for it.”
“Oh,” I said, looking down. “I’d rather not say that.”
She giggled. “You can, really.”
I shook my head.
Kim started to say something, but Emily cut her off. “I’m guessing it was something red, right?” That was our code, red standing for blood. If someone said something red, it was about my mother, and me being half paleface.
I looked up to see Kim’s face crumbling in confusion.
“No, really,” she insisted. “Tell me, I’ll hit him.”
I hesitated, but kept Emily from saying anything.
“Go on,” Kim dug deeper.
I frowned. Embry sighed in exasperation.
“Look at her, what do you think?” Emily huffed. “It sure as hell wasn’t about her hair, hm? Think about the easiest and shallowest insult, and the one she’s probably heard the most, and guess!”
Kim looked confused. She probably really couldn’t think of it, which I gave her a lot of credit for; it meant that she didn’t see me like that. But Jared Cameron’s family was old, and pureblood; it was obvious for him. (Yes, we’re being very harry Potter on the rez.)
Plus, she had probably never heard Emily raise her voice. Me being her “baby”, she was quite protective.
“She gets it all the time, and in a pack, a family like this one, people really should know better than to judge for blood! Doesn’t this prove how much of a Quileute she is?”
“It’s okay, Emmy, she didn’t say it.”
“It’s not okay, I understand people talking about me, my scars are obvious, and that already hurts, but you have never done anything apart from having a mother who has different genes!”
“And you haven’t done anything apart from having a boyfriend who has different genes,” I threw in.
She looked at me. I looked back. We both burst into giggles.
“It’s good to have you back,” she said warmly.
“For me even more,” I smiled.
“Now, Kitchen Slave, fancy making pasta? For some reason it never gets as good as yours when I make it. And the boys will be hungry after nearly killing each other.” When she saw my face, she laughed. “Oh no, not literally. Not even close.”
I still wasn’t entirely convinced.
“Oh, by the way, my money’s totally on Jake again,” Embry put in.
Paul scoffed. “No way, Jared was the second to phase. The newbie might be able to take on me, but nor Jared, no way. He insulted Kim, ten bucks says Jake’s off worse.”
Embry shrugged. “Your money; Jared insulted Allie more from what I heard.”
I shook my head.
“Since when do you allow people to call you Allie?” Emily grinned. “I do recall you protesting because, quote it sounds like my name’s Elizabeth, and I’m not the Queen, she’s old.”
I blushed.
“Really? Jake called her that and I liked it.”
Thanks, Embry! Gimp.
I shot Emily a look, and luckily, she sniggered, but didn’t say anything.
“So, pasta?” Kim said.
I nodded, happy that she’d changed the topic. We were so besties now.
“She’s useless in the kitchen, but likes to be there because it’ll seem to Jared like she has all the housewife-y qualities,” Paul teased.
Kim tried to throw an apple at him. I say tried because it seems like she was even worse at throwing stuff than me.
“Do you pat as well?” Embry asked, totally serious, and the three of us cracked up. Emily and Kim just stood there confused, until I walked past them to the kitchen, still shaking.
I turned on the radio and smiled when Taylor Swift came on. When Kim came into the kitchen, I twirled her, giggling.
”I do get why they call you Giggles now, though,” Kim mumbled.
Once in the kitchen, Emily went all commando.
“Okay, I vote Giggles makes the pasta and some cake, maybe the Beef Wellington as well if you can.” I nodded. “I’ll make steak, potatoes, veggies they won’t eat, and pancakes. Kim … just …”
“You can watch the pasta dough grow and tell me when it’s fluffy,” I helped out. Kim smiled at me.
“Wait, you make the pasta yourself?” she asked.
I nodded. “Ancient recipe, totally delicious, best with cream sauce and mushrooms.”
Emily nodded solemnly. “I still can’t make them properly it has to be in the genes.”
“’Tis.—Guys, what cake-ish stuff?” I called. Emily’s kitchen was open, meaning that there was a glass door you could just push to the side to make one big dining-room-kitchen.
“Chocolate!” Embry called.
“No, those awesome muffins you made!”
“I have a request,” Emily said seriously.
I nodded, giggling.
“Could you make that lemon tart?”
I nodded. “None of yours!” I called into the living room.
Kim laughed.
While I put together all ingredients for the pasta, Kim tried looking over my shoulder and kept complaining because I didn’t measure anything. I was one of these annoying people who made cakes after what ‘they feel is right’. I know.


Fact: Alice hated the school food at Annie Wright, so she's really good at cooking. She's thinking about taking cooking classes at college.  
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