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Pack Boys

Everything started so innocently, a simple bonfire upon the beach, but then things got complicated. Lives were changed and hearts were shocked... (A La Push gang Fan fiction) Image Hosted by ImageShack.usChapter 25 is out!!!

We had a little too much fun with the packs valentine's day one shot, so we decided to make it into a whole story!

1. The start

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Emily and Sam were out spending the night together. Quil had gone to help out at Claire's Valentines Day party, and Jared was spending the day with Kim, which left Paul, Embry and me to our own devices. Didn’t they know that Leaving three werewolf teenage boys alone to amuse themselves was not something smart?!

We had decided on a complete blood and gore fest to celebrate this holiday of love. We had video games lined up that could make even the toughest of us feel queasy with the amount of graphics the designers had included. After the video games we were going to watch one horror movie after another. The video store guy had been amazed to see the three of us checking out stacks of his bloodiest movies and then having to get a copy of The Notebook for Emily. His shocked face had been hysterical.

The food was spread out. The snacks were overflowing off of the coffee table. A variety of chips, candy boxes, sodas and beef jerky lay like a blanket across the area. Embry eyed the table carefully.

"Think we have enough food?" he asked.

"Nope, but there is frozen pizzas in the freezer and I got the number of the Chinese place by the phone." I replied. Paul laughed as he sat down on the floor next to the PS2 Unit.

"You guys ready for some games?!"

"Hell, yeah." Embry and I both replied in unison.

Paul dramatically pushed the button on the TV and as if the fates were mocking us, the power blacked out.

"What did you do?" Embry started yelling at Paul. Paul gave the TV and the room a befuddled look.

"I have no idea."

I glanced out the window. "Paul, You idiot, the entire block and most likely the whole rez has lost power. It isn't your fault. That we know of."

"So what are we going to do now?" Paul asked, still stationed on the floor.

Embry flashed me a wicked grin. "Bon fire."

"You're kidding, right?"

"A bon fire, a huge pyre of fire, on the beach, right now!"

I rolled my eyes, but Paul and Embry were already half way out the door.

"Fine," I conceded, following my idiot pack brothers down the path to the beach.

It wasn't long before we had a large pile of drift wood sitting in the sand. The smooth white sticks overlapping each other into a crazy construction that seemed to stand only be sheer luck. Embry pulled the worn lighter out of his jean's pocket and quickly gave light to the wood.

We all sat around the fire, letting it glow and reflect within our eyes. We didn’t even speak, the motions of the flames almost reflecting our souls.

It wasn't long before we heard the muffled laughter of teenage girls. Three girls about our age stepped into the edge of the circle of light that danced around our fire.

The wind was starting to kick up and the temperature would be cold for anyone not part wolf. All of us were comfortable in our cut off jeans and bare chests.

One of the girls stood slightly in front of the other two, obviously the leader of the group, she was barely 5 foot 4 if that, but her body was slender and gave the appearance of an important presence in her petite frame. Her brown hair was falling from her pony tail, framing her face.

"Hey, sorry for intruding, but my friends and I were on the beach down a ways and saw your fire. You guys wouldn't mind sharing the warmth would you." Paul looked the girls over, his eyes staying a little too long at the bust of the girl who was speaking.

"Sure." I said, "I'm Jake and this is Paul and Embry." I pointed to them as I said their names.

"Thanks, I'm Abby." She gestured to the girl to her right who was also slim, but had a slight tan to her skin. She had long black hair that fell in soft curls to her elbows and a fiery look in her dark brown eyes. "This is Mashaal, and," She motioned to the other girl who was the tallest of the three with red hair that looked like it never did what it was supposed to, "Kati."

They all took a seat around the fire across from us, huddled together. An awkward silence was settled around the fire until the girl named Mashaal spoke up softly.

"Are all of you from the rez?"

We all just nodded our heads. "Yeah, where are you girls from?" Paul asked.

"Well, I'm from Texas," Mashaal said. “But, I’m not a hick,” she laughed.

"Jersey girl breed and true." Abby echoed behind her.

"Forks, my friends were visiting so we decided to spend v-day at the beach" Kati said, her voice small for someone so tall.

That broke the ice for us. It was strange even though we were hanging in a group, everyone seemed to pair off. Paul and Abby became enthralled in their own conversation, Mashaal and Embry seemed to get along well, and Kati was happy to talk cars with me.

To tell you the truth, the time seemed to pass quickly; none of us even noticed when the sun disappeared completely past the ocean's horizon.

The fire slowly died down to embers with a small limping flame that we all would sporadically feed with twigs and branches. As the nights cool breezes descended upon our group, I noticed Mashaal had no problem snuggling against Embry's feverish skin for warmth, and I hadn't seen Paul and Abby leave the circle, though I had a feeling that they didn't want to be sought after. Kati and I lay on the sand, our backs against the log and talked in shallow, sweet whispers.

I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until the suns rays over my closed eye lids caused me to wake. The fire was dead, only the blackened ashes remained as they smoked slightly in the damp morning. Embry was curled up next to a log dead to the world still. I noticed that Paul was back near our fire, a goofy smile on his lips as he dreamt, his jeans weren't completely zipped either. He would definitely have stories to tell later.

It kicked in then that the girls were gone. Shit, I thought, I hadn't even gotten Kati's number. That's when I noticed my hand. In bright pink permanent marker I had a phone number scribbled against my palm, with Kati's name written over it, a heart dotting the I.

I kicked Paul and Embry awake, seeing that the other girl’s numbers were also resting on their palms, as if they were meant to be there. We had had an interesting Valentine ’s Day to say in the least.