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Ocean Avenue Imprints

story Love once meant nothing more than chocolate hearts in red boxes, but after a bonfire on the beach, all of that would change. You've read the girl's stories. Now read the boys. What happened to Paul and Embry on that fateful day of Valentine's? Chapter 10 is up and ready to read!!!

We just had too much fun the first time with this story...

6. The Look In Your Eyes

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“Mashaal?” I asked, shocked that I was actually staring at her. A) I was hallucinating, which was actually kind of logical in my case. Or, B) she was really here.

She looked good. Seriously, if I didn’t know better, I’d think she was some sort of model out for a photo shoot. I couldn’t believe I was finally seeing her after a month of pining/waiting for her. I couldn’t help it, I yanked her into my arms.

Half of me wanted to tell her how much I loved her right there and then, but the other half of me (the more logical one, of course) told me to wait and see why she was here. Half way across the country. Did it really matter? She was still here…smelling like heaven and feeling like home.

“I missed you like hell, baby,” I whispered into her hair, unable to stop myself from breathing her in like the drug she was to me. I was so addicted, it was pathetic.

“Mmm, I missed you too Embry,” she smiled up at me. I think, if I wasn’t so macho, I would’ve cried in happiness. I let my arms incase her and tuck her head under my chin.

We both started when we heard a throat clearing and a “get a room.” I looked up and glared at Jake who was lounging on my couch. He smirked at me with a “love annoying you” face. Mashaal was looking around, and I realized that it was the first time she’d been in my house. I hope she liked it. I grinned down at her, then remembered that she must be here for a reason.

“Not that I don’t love having you here, was there a reason you came without a warning? You really scared me when you didn’t answer your phone…” I let go of her slightly and curled my arm around her shoulders. She sighed and I almost swooned. Her breath smelled like flowers and coffee. It might sound weird, but it was like fucking amazing, seriously. I sat down next to her and resisted the urge to move her hair behind her ear.

“Remember Abby?” She asked softly. I relished in the sound of her voice.

“Yeah, Paul won’t shut up about her,” Jake laughed. Mashaal couldn’t see him, but he made kissy faces at me. I bared my teeth and he looked away.

“Hmm, well…she has a problem, so I had to come here and help her with it. She’s on the way, I heard from her like

two hours ago,” she sounded worried, like something else big was wrong.

“Oh, well, can we help?” I asked, wanting her worry to go away. She smiled up again.

“Thanks, but I think she has to shoulder it on her own…I just came to support her so she doesn’t do anything outrageous,” she sighed again. God. I think that if Jake wasn’t here, I would have taken her right there and then. Claimed her as mine and only mine. Instead, I opted for caressing her with words.

“You’re so caring, how do you it all?” I asked. I was really amazed that I could be with someone so loving and someone who wanted only the best for other people. She laughed. Oh man, I was crazy about her laugh. It was like little chimes blowing in the wind…oh geez. Embry stop it. I yelled inwardly.

“I try,” she said, making me laugh. “Hey, I’m sorry for making you guys go around, but could you take me to Paul’s so I can help her out a bit when she gets there…I don’t think she’s feeling very well.”

She yawned slightly, leaning into my side. I grinned, feeling happier than I had in a month. She was so caring, so perfect. I needed to wash my face or something, maybe get a beer and dowse in it. Something to snap me out of this daze she had trapped me in.

“Yeah sure, it’s no problem! We can take the car,” I smiled down at her, wanting to kiss her so bad. Jake got up and mumbled something about starting the car, not wanting to get in our way, I bet.

“I’m really glad you’re here, Mashaal,” I told her, scared to tell her how glad I was. I slowly wrapped my fingers around hers, praying she wouldn’t pull away. When she didn’t, I swear, my heart jumped into the air. Ok, now I am getting way too corny.

“I’m glad I’m here too,” she bit down on her lip and I had to stand up to avoid doing something Sam wouldn‘t approve of just then. I kept her hand in mine and led her through my house. I wished I could call it our house, because I would do anything to have her live here with me. She seemed to like it, asking questions about how long I’d lived here and about my mom.

I took her back outside, through the backyard. She shivered slightly when she saw the rain and I wrapped my arm around her to keep her warm. We walked around the side of the house, staying under the roof and when she slipped in the mud, she grabbed onto me. We laughed and came out to the driveway, where Jake was sitting behind the wheel.

I opened the car door for her and slipped inside after her. The car was purring in perfection.

“Wow, is this your car?” She asked, impressed. I tried not to look smug, but as I nodded, I realized I didn’t succeed.

“Yup, me and Jake just fixed it up,” I said, ignoring Jake’s annoying smirk in the rearview mirror.

“Cool! What kind of car is it?” She asked excitedly, smiling.

“1967 Shelby GT500. Isn’t she beautiful?” I sighed, fondly stroking the leather door handle. She snorted and rolled her eyes.

“It isn’t that great,” she grinned at me.

“Whoa, I think I feel an air of jealousy here, agreed Jake?” I teased her, poking her shoulder.

“Oh, I definitely feel it. You ridin other girls, Embry?” Jake said, laughing out. Being a pack of hormone-crazed teenage wolves, we always said stuff like that. Before I laughed along, I looked at Mashaal and saw her blush slightly and look away. I wrapped my arms around her and cuddled into her shoulder. She smelled so good.

“Say sorry, dude.” My voice sounded muffled. He knew I’d beat him up for her in a second. Another unspoken pack rule for you: never say anything about one’s mate. Your skin will be personally carved off for you.

“Sorry,” he shrugged. “We’re here anyway.”

We stopped in front of Paul’s house and got out, running to the porch so we wouldn’t get wet.

Suddenly, Mashaal slipped onto a wet wooden board, and some weird sensation in the back of my mind told me before I could see it. I turned and caught her half way down. She blinked her eyes open and looked up at me. Her chocolate brown eyes gazed into mine with shock.

“You okay?” I asked, worried. She nodded and I invariably noticed her eyes flicker down to my lips. Fate was cruel to me. It was so tempting, but I couldn’t do it here, in front of Jake, without the special moment. I quickly lifted her back onto her feet and stepped back slightly for good measure. I leaned over and knocked on the door, trying not to run off with her in my arms. Away from everyone and everything.

I looked away from Jake, who was giving Mashaal a look of sadness. I knew her trip had reminded him of Bella, that clumsy vampire girl he loved so much. She was cool--until she left him brokenhearted, that is. Paul answered the door with a confused, worried look on his face. I smelled girl on him. Abby was here.

“Hey, what are you---Mashaal?”

“Hey,” she said, looking up at him. It was so adorable. She was in the middle of three extremely tall guys, while she stood there, looking up. I wanted to cuddle with her. Wait, what did I just say?

“What are you doing here from Texas? Did you know Abby’s here too?” He asked, utterly confused.

“Yeah, wait---she’s here already?” I asked, trying to look over his shoulder for her.

“Yeah, she’s inside. Here, come in,” he said, opening the door further. We went inside his house, and when I passed him, I gave him a look. So he would personally know to remain polite to my girl.

“Where is she?” Mashaal asked, looking around frantically. “How is she feeling?”

Just then, Abby opened the door to the bathroom and shuffled out slowly, looking slightly sick.

“Do you know what is going on?” Paul asked quietly as Mashaal ran to Abby and hugged her.

“No idea, Mashaal hasn't told me anything,” I said, watching her brush back Abby’s hair. I wondered what in the world was so wrong.

“Are you okay?” Mashaal whispered to Abby. Did they think we couldn’t hear them from here?

“Yeah, I'm just peachy,” Abby said sarcastically. If they weren’t best friends, I would’ve been mad, but I guess this was a girl thing.

“Did you tell him yet?” She asked softly. Abby shook her head and Mashaal gave her a sad smile and put on a brave face.

“Ok, it's alright. We'll tell him after I feed you. When's the last time you got sick?” Feed her? She was sick? Is that why they were here? I was so confused…

“Just now…Mashaal, I couldn't do it! I couldn't tell him…” Abby was looking down, and standing next to me, Paul shuddered slightly.

“Ok, I'm standing right here!” He nearly growled. Jake took a step closer, a look at me saying to stay calm. “Tell me what? Why did you get sick? What are you not telling me?”

I was this close to pouncing on him for yelling towards her, until Mashaal turned around and had this mutinous look on her face.

“Why are you yelling at her? Can't you see she's a bit distressed over here?!” Mashaal yelled back. My eyes popped open. Not once, had I ever heard Mashaal raise her voice in anger.

“Yeah, but it'd be nice to know what the hell she's distressed about so I could help her!” He yelled back. I saw his arms shaking, and if it wasn’t for the girls standing so close, I would’ve beaten him up right there and then.

“Don't you dare raise your voice at me!” She looked…terrifyingly beautiful. Like, she had this power emanating from her, like a mother talking to her sons. She almost reminded me of my own mother for a second.

“Sorry, I'm just worried about her,” Paul said, looking down. I blinked. Never had I ever heard Paul apologize to anyone before.

“Good. Now, I suggest we all sit down and eat some dinner, then Abby will feel better, and you two can talk. Anyone have a problem with that?” She looked around, her eyes resting on me longer and then moving.

“Nice girl, you've got,” Jake sniggered, elbowing me. I grinned and raised my hand like I was in class again.

“What is it, Embry?” She asked, giggling.

“I was wondering…What are we going to eat? Can you even cook?” I asked, because I was always hungry. I kinda wanted to see if she could cook so that I would be able to spend the rest of my life in pure bliss.

“Yeah, I can cook. Can you?” Mashaal asked me, smirking. No one else would be able to get away saying something like that to me. It was pretty true though, because I couldn’t even put something in the microwave without blowing something up.

“Embry, I think that you have just been owned,” Abby laughed, pointing at me.

“No, I can't cook," I said, rubbing my growling stomach. “But I can eat!”

I put my arm around her waist as we went into Paul’s kitchen, and Mashaal smiled up at me with the most adoring eyes. God, I love her.


Just as Mashaal finished the food, I took the lemonade out of the fridge. She was such a good cook, it was like Fate was paying me back for everything. While the others had been watching a movie, I was sitting on the counter, watching her cook and helping her out a bit.

There was this one time, that she was whipping the cream to put on top of the dessert, and I was staring at her. Her hair fell out of her ponytail, and brushed against her face. Her hands were covered in flour and she kept trying to brush it away with her shoulder. I reached out and pushed her hair back and she froze, looking up at me softly. I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Dinner’s served!” She yelled out, grinning up at me, blushing slightly. Jake, Abby, and Paul came in and sat on the chairs, looking around for the food. I helped Mashaal carry and put it on the table, where they all eagerly whooped.

“Mashaal, you made my favorites!” Abby said happily, and Mashaal shrugged, smiling back.

She was amazing. She had marinated steak and sautéed it with spinach, also baking potatoes with sour cream and cheese. I seriously couldn’t have imprinted on anyone better for me.

We ate, and ate, and ate. And then, coincidently, we ate some more. Laughing and talking, us guys made insane jokes and the girls choked on their food laughing with us. Seriously, it was the best dinner I’d had in a while.

When Mashaal went back to the kitchen and came out with an amazing-looking, two layer coconut cake, Abby shrieked and clapped her hands, causing Paul to jump away, looking for trouble. I laughed at his frantic face.

“Coconut cake! My favorite!” She exclaimed, grinning like crazy. I think it was another girl thing, because Mashaal nodded also. She was so considerate, making her friend’s favorites when she was sick. I kinda felt like pretending to be sick so she’d take care of me too…

After dinner and cleaning up, Paul and Abby left to a walk on the beach. I had the same idea for Mashaal, but I guess I’d let them have the beach for tonight. After they left, Jake, Mashaal, and I went out to the car and I got in the driver’s seat.

I drove over to Jake’s house, telling him I’d see him tomorrow. He gave me a knowing smirk, and I rolled my eyes before speeding away. Did I mention how much I loved this car? It never felt so amazing until Mashaal was in the passenger seat, humming along with the music on the radio.

I noticed her shifting in her seat, and I knew she’d feel anxious going home with me. She was probably thinking along the same lines as I was, but I didn’t want to scare her, so I just turned up the music louder, trying to look cool and collected. Light up the sky by yellow card played, and I wondered if she remembered that this was the first song I texted her.

“I love this song,” she said softly, tapping the beat lightly with her fingers on her thighs. I looked over at her and I could almost feel the blood rushing though her veins.

We both sang along with the music until I parked the car into the driveway and turned off the car. I got out and opened the door for her, wanting to show her that I could be a gentleman too. She smiled and I could feel an answering smile spread across my face as I held her soft small hand in my own. She leaned on me and I almost shivered in delight as we walked to the front door.

I stopped when I turned the knob and opened the door, for I could feel his presence before I even flicked on the lights. Oh please, oh please, oh please…I prayed silently. Don’t let him be too angry.