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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!

23. Comin' Clean

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I had a lazy smile painted on my face, which was completely inappropriate as I walked out of a Police Station, but what can I say? I'm in love! I gripped Embry's hands and felt him kiss the top of my head.

"So, I definitely think I should make you a big dinner tonight," I said, looking up at him.

"Really? Why?"

"Because…we might have some guests coming over."

We both stopped short as we saw Abby and Paul in the midst of an embrace, next to Embry's car.

"Well, it seems that she is feeling better," Embry smirked. They separated and looked at us, Paul glaring at Embry, but Abby seemed really excited about something. We walked over to them, and Abby turned to me.

"Mashaal, we're engaged," she grinned.

Now, being a best friend of someone who just said that to you can obviously implicate some excitement in said best friend.

I screamed.

"Oh my god, that's terrific, it's so perfect, let me see the ring," I demanded, hugging Abby and grabbing her hand. I surveyed the ring, concluding that it was gorgeous. I definitely approved Paul's choice, because it was so…her. I appreciatively ooohed and aaahed at it's glittering diamonds.

"Abby, do you know what this means?" I asked her. She looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"You mean besides the fact that I'm now getting married?" She asked. The boys started talking to each other, ignoring our girl talk.

"Well, yes, besides that fact," I replied. "You and I get to go SHOPPING!"

Abby took a step back, a confused look clouding her face. How could she not understand the need to go to the mall at a time like this?!

"What?" She asked.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, plans already zooming around my head. Everything had to be perfect for my best friend's wedding. I love that movie..

"Oh my gosh, it's gonna be awesome, and amazing, and wonderful. We have to plan everything!

Where? and When? and Who will be there?" I frantically asked, my arms flailing. I was just so excited!

"Mashaal, calm down, reality check," I barely heard Abby say.

"What colors do you want? Oh the bouquets!" I said dreamily. I loved weddings. "Oh what? Abby, we don't have time to calm down!"

"First things first, what is going on with your parents…" She said slowly. The world seemed to sharpen into focus, and my phone conversation with my mom buzzed in my ear like an annoying gnat.

"Oh…" I muttered slowly.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Do we have to talk about them?" I rolled my eyes and sighed, looking at her. She gave me a look that made me want to tell her.

"You'll have to tell me eventually anyway," she warned.

"Well...They're just being...them...you know. They're apparently coming out tonight on the next plane to Washington…" I mumbled.

"WHAT?" Embry exclaimed next to me. I looked apologetically at him--- I had been hoping to tell him in a more calming way.

"Looks like you're gonna be meeting the in-laws," Paul laughed, elbowing Embry playfully. Embry glared at him and I rolled my eyes yet again.

"Hopefully you can explain everything to them," Abby smiled sadly.

"Hopefully?" My eyes widened, imagining the horror that would be inflicted when my parents stepped off their flight. "Most likely they'll try to drag me home...limb by limb…"

"I would love to be there to help you, but I have until Friday to move out at home, so I think I should probably go to Jersey soon and pack," Abby sighed.

"Geez. Parents officially suck." I kicked at the cemented ground of the parking lot.

"You're preaching to the choir on that one…" she replied. She pulled me into a tired hug and whispered in my ear. "I'll see you soon."


I crawled onto the sofa next to Embry and held the popcorn in my shaking hands. I was so nervous, I couldn't even swallow the damn things, but I kept stuffing my face with it any way.

"Mashaal, sweetie, please calm down. You're making me nervous," Embry's voice washed over me, and as usual, I felt an indistinct calm spread through me.

"How do you do that?" I marveled, looking up at him.

"Do what?"

"Just…whenever I'm panicked, or stressed, or anything…your voice calms me down like some sort of magic trick. It has ever since I first met you, and it always works." I sighed, putting a hand through my hair. I looked up at his incredulous face and smiled. He didn't bother replying, but pulled the popcorn bowl out of my hands and set it down on the table.

Then his lips were on mine.

I could never get used to his burning lips on top of mine, no matter how many times it happened. The experience of his taste lingering on my tongue and his hot breaths coming quicker as he claimed me as his and only his.

"Embry," I gasped, pulling away slightly. He ignored me, kissing down my neck and threading his fingers into my hair. "No, really…"

I couldn't form a full thought, much less a sentence.

"We've got to…" I kept trying for some odd reason. "…stop. Parents. Coming. Here."

"Geez…way to ruin the mood, babe," came his reply, muffled into my shirt.

"Well, it's true. The absolute last thing we need is for my parents to see us making out. I mean, seriously Embry. I'm scared enough as it is."

"Ok, ok. Sorry, I'll behave," he said, sitting up and fluttering his eyelashes at me like an angel would do. I snorted in laughter and he soon followed after.

Of course, our laughter stopped the second we heard the doorbell ring. I almost felt the heavens crash down and hell rise up.

My parents were here.

We scrambled to fix our clothes and hair, checking each other over to make sure we didn't look suspicious. I turned off the TV and straightened the couch pillows, while Embry put the popcorn back in the kitchen.

"Ready?" He asked, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

"No. But I'm a good pretender." I winked at him.

"Hold in there, no one can take us apart," he whispered seductively in my ear just as I opened the door.

"Mom, Dad!" I smiled at them as they stood awkwardly on the porch.

"Mashaal!" My mom drew me into a huge hug. Once she assured that everything was fine with me, she glared down at me. "You, young lady, are in big trouble."

"How are you, honey?" My dad asked, genuinely concerned for my health. I could see worry in his eyes, where I could only see anger in my mother's.

"I'm fine, daddy. Let me just start by saying that I am incredibly sorry that I scared you guys. I didn't mean to, I just didn't think, and I'm sorry for that."

"It's fine, as long as your ok," he said.

"No, it's not fine." My mother had a thing with emphasizing certain words. She was really good at it. "You gave us a scare alright, I nearly had a heart attack! Don't you care about your family anymore?"

"Naz, don't do that to her. We were just worried, honey," Dad said. "Are you sure you're fine, why didn't you call us sooner?"

"Well…" I replied, shuffling my feet. "How about you guys come in?"

Embry decided then that it was time to make his presence known.

"Hello, I'm Embry Call," he politely said. My eyebrows raised, and so did Mom's. "It's nice to meet you."

At first, my parents did not move, and their awkwardness was tangible. Slowly, Dad drew out his arm and shook hands with a smiling Embry.

"I'm Atif, Mashaal's Dad. I heard you've been taking care of her?" Dad asked gently, not coming to any assumptions or accusations.

"You have been taking care of her? How old are you?" Mom asked, not offering her hand. My mouth tasted like bile acid and I grimaced.

"Well, I'm 19, ma'am," he said, gesturing inside to the house. They came in, my mom inspecting everything with a hawk's eye and my dad seemingly relaxed.

"How about I make some tea?" I bit down on my bottom lip and watched as they sat down on the couch where we had just been doing some inappropriate things. Another bile taste erupted in my mouth.

"Here, let me help you," Mom said, standing back up.

"Ok," I mumbled. I walked into the kitchen through the swinging door, conscious of her footsteps behind me. My insides braced themselves for the impact of her anger now.

"How about you tell me the real story now," she whispered fiercely over the island in the middle of the kitchen. "Are you pregnant? Is that it, did he knock you up? Are you on drugs, or a criminal or something?"

"Mom!" I whisper/shrieked back at her. "Are you kidding me? Do you think I would do something like that? It's not anything bad," I insisted. I knew Embry would probably be able to hear every word we were saying, whispering or not.

"Well what am I supposed to think? I come into my daughter's room one morning only to find her not there!" She was on to her normal voice now.

"I left a note! I told you that I'd call you in a few days, and I did!"

"Are you kidding me? If that nice Policeman hadn't caught you on our missing person's report than you probably never would have given us a second thought!" She was now yelling, so of course, the teenager in me yelled right back.

"I was so going to call you! I love all of you, no matter how controlling you are, and I was going to call back to tell you that I was safe and happy here!"

"When? When hell froze over?!" She yelled. Before replying, I took a deep breath through my nose and let it out slowly through my clenched teeth.

This always happened. Every time I wanted something, my mother got in the way. Every dream, wish, or hope was crushed by her. My Dad was the only supporting one in my house. That's probably the only reason I hadn't gone bad all those years ago.

"Mom, seriously, I'm happy here," I said calmly, though my jaw was still tight.

"Why? Because you get to live with a boy, out of the house in some strange land that you've never been? Let me guess, you've had sex already and you're planning on moving out of our house and coming to live here?" She was now more than angry. She was disappointed.

"Mom, I know you're upset, but I'm old enough to make my own decisions now. I can only follow my heart, and this is where it is."

"Forget all the plans we had, all the things that we've set up for you. You could do so much with your life. What is here? He probably isn't going to college either, and where are his parents?" Before I could reply, she kept going with her rant. "Why are you doing this to us? Is this anger because you didn't get into Georgetown?"

That hit hard.

My insides crumbled, and the tears welled up in my eyes. She knew my weakness, she knew how much I had been trying to forget about that incident. I had nothing now, nothing to say, nothing I could do and nothing to stop her from controlling me again. I thought I was strong now, but I guess it was just a game of make believe.

"Naz!" I turned to the side slightly and saw Dad rush up to me and hold me up. I didn't realize that I was swaying. "She is right! She should follow her heart, just like we've taught her. She is almost an adult."

"If it helps, she can go to college here. Washington University in Seattle is really nice," Embry said, putting his hand over my own. I drew from his strength, and felt that calm again as I heard his voice close to me.

Mom looked between the three of us and for the first time in my life, I saw defeat in her eyes. Her shoulders sagged down, and her head lowered a bit. She was still beautiful, but now she looked lost, defeated.

"Mommy," I broke away from Dad and Embry gently and went up to her. Drawing her into a hug, I inhaled the perfume that I was so used to now. "Mom, I love you, and I know that you're just trying to take care of me. You have to know, I'm safe here. I'll be happy and I'm not doing anything wrong."

She looked me straight in the eyes, and I knew she was searching for the truth in mine. I smiled, and in a few moments, she smiled back softly. She was my mother, no matter how controlling, no matter how dream-crushing, and I loved her.

"I trust you," she whispered, hugging me again. "Just please, visit me as often as you possibly can."

"So, Embry, wanna convince me now?" Dad asked teasingly. The tense atmosphere shifted, and we all cracked up. I got that from Dad---we both hated awkwardness more than anything.

"Sure, Mr. Hashmi," Embry grinned.

"Let's have a beer outside," he smiled, patting him on the back. I bit my tongue and saw the confusion in Embry's eyes.

"Um, I don't drink, sir," he said sincerely. I held my breath, waiting for Dad's reaction. Dad also hated two other things very strongly: alcohol and liars.

"Well then…" he was quiet for a moment. "Welcome to the family, son."


"And so I told her," Dad said, finishing his joke, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I told her, the hippo won’t fit in this thing, now will it?”

Embry and Mom exploded in laughter and I giggled at their faces. I had heard the joke a million times, but I was seriously just happy that this had gone so well. The dinner tasted delicious, and everything was going perfectly.

"How are the little devils at home, mom?" I asked, referring to my little brothers. I missed them like hell, and I knew she noticed.

"They're doing great, and they really miss you," she said. She was still trying to convince me to come home, albeit sneakily.

"Well, I'll come home and visit as much as I can." I tried not to emphasize on the whole visit thing. Meaning I wouldn't stay permanently.

"Right," Dad said, winking at me across the table. I giggled and got up, going back to the kitchen and bringing out the dessert.

"Mhmm, apple pie? Mashaal, you have definitely not lost your touch since coming here." Dad licked his lips.

"Did Mashaal always cook at home?" Embry asked, helping himself to a huge piece.

"Not always, only on special occasions," Mom said. "Did you know, she cooked her very first meal when she was only eight years old?"

My mother loved telling stories about when I was a kid. I just wish she didn't have to tell Embry about it.

"Really?" Embry asked, his eyes shining with interest. He grinned at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Yep. I was standing there the whole time of course, video taping the whole thing. My little girl is quite the chef. Every summer after coming home from summer camp, she took a three week course of chef classes. She's a natural," my mom put on her bragging voice and I nearly dived under the table to hide.

"Not really, I just like it, that's all," I tried to stop her.

"And you're pretty dang good at it!" Dad laughed, getting a second piece of pie and another scoop of vanilla ice cream. Embry was grinning madly at me, and I could see excitement in his eyes. He was gaining a lover and a personal chef. What else did a guy need?

About a week later…

I knocked on the wooden door and stepped back, careful not to trip on the damp porch again. I was glad I told Embry to sleep in this morning, but I already missed him. A deep ache in my heart always formed when he wasn’t around me.

The door opened, pulling me out of my thoughts. I smiled and it took him a minute to wake up and realize who was smiling at him. He pulled the door back and blinked.

“Mashaal?” Paul’s groggy voice asked. “What the hell? What time is it? Are you ok?”

“It is 8 o’clock in the morning, and yes, I’m fine. And no cursing, Mr.” I swatted at his hand and looked around his house. “Is Abby awake?”

“No, she’s asleep. Like we should be. What are you doing here?” He allowed me in, stepping back and closing the door behind me.

“Well, I was thinking last night, and you know how you have a problem with your temper?” I looked up at him. He glared down at me and shook his head.

“I have no problem.”

“Right, whatever. Anyway, I was thinking that you needed some special way to channel out your anger into a more calming effect.” I put my bag down and put my hands on my hips.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the ultimate method of calming your body and meditation. In your case, you can call it yoga.”

He stared blankly at me, as if trying to figure out how to throw me out of his house and go back to sleep, or if this was some sort of nightmare.

“Yoga,” he repeated.

“Yep. Yoga should definitely help you, and we want everything to be perfect before your big day.”

“Yoga,” he said dully. “You come over at 8 o’clock in the freakin’ morning to teach me some sort of exercise!”

“Don’t shout. You’ll wake up Abby. Now first, I’m going to need you to go drink a glass full of water. Let’s get that chi of yours up and awake!” I clapped my hands.

“I don’t like you very much right now, Mashaal,” he grumbled.

“I know, I know, Paul. Don’t worry, I discussed this with Sam and Emily also, and they so agreed with me. So…if you don’t cooperate…”


“Uh uh uh!” I shook my finger. “No cursing. This is a spiritual awakening. Look, all I’m asking is that you try it. If you don’t like it, then we’ll forget about it, alright?”

I gave him my look. My special, one-of-a-kind puppy dog face, equipped with the big, innocent eyes, jutting lower lip and eyebrow waggle.

“Fine,” he sighed after a moment. I grinned. “But if you make me look like an idiot, I’m so quitting.”

“Don’t worry, and you can so show off your new calming skills to the rest of the pack!”

He rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen, filling up a glass full of water and sitting down. He drank the entire thing while I pulled out two yoga mats from my bag. I pushed back one of the coffee tables and that gave me lots of room, so I placed the mats head-to-head like they used to be in my yoga classes back home.

When he was done, he came and stood across from me, a puzzled look on his face.

“What are those?”

“Yoga mats. They help you balance, so that you don’t go slipping around.” I explained. I sat down on the blue mat and motioned for him to sit on the purple. After he did, I crossed my legs Indian style and tried not to laugh as he did the same.

“Ok, let’s get started. I had been taking yoga classes for three years back in Texas, and it was simply amazing. The way it stretches out your body and makes you feel so…relaxed, and chill for the rest of the day. Just one hour, every morning, and trust me, the rest of your day will feel awesome.”

“Okay…” he seemed unconvinced, so I smiled and began.

“First things first, learning how to breathe for relaxation…”

After his deep breathing exercises, I lead him into some easy poses that would really help un-tense his muscles. After the Pigeon pose, the Cobra pose, some Warrior poses, and a few triangle twists, I really noticed some significant changes.

I felt a difference in his aura, like he was releasing some really strong emotions that were nestled deep in muscles and the way he responded to those emotions was amazing. Not once, during the entire session did he speak and his deep breathing remained intact, which is really good for a beginner.

“Ok, now we’re just going to take some time to meditate. Get into your child’s pose and stretch out your arms…”

We drew it to a good close, and I told him to open his eyes and stop with the ohm sounds. He grinned and for the first time, his shoulders were completely relaxed and I grinned back. I couldn’t believe how much he had changed with just one session.

“You did really good, Paul. I’m proud. Just remember: Whenever you want to speed things up, the best way is to slow down. Slow down, find the gap between thoughts about the past and the future, and discover the loveliness of an ordinary moment.”

“So…when will we get to the cool kung-fu moves? Like standing on a pole with one leg and stuff?”

I hung my head. Ok, so maybe he didn’t change that much. But, we’ll get there eventually.

“How about you just practice your deep breathing for a while, huh? We’ll try it again tomorrow. That is…if you liked it?” I smirked and rose an eyebrow. He looked away and scratched the back of his head.

“Well…you know, it was kinda…ok. Fine, I did like it, ya happy now?”

“Yes,” I laughed. “Haha. I told ya so!”

“Mashaal? Paul? What’s going on?” A confused-looking Abby stepped out of the room. Paul and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.