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Emme Fenway's life is heating up, spurred on by her father's death and an impromptu move across the country.
That heat isn't the problem, though. The problem is that Quileute boy, and he's bringing a heat all his own...


13. Dish Soap.

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“Pick one,” said Alice, holding two shirts up in her pale hands.

I scrunched my nose, “The purple.”

Alice let out a delighted squeal. “That’s exactly what I was thinking!”

I smiled myself in her delight. Alice was infectious. And, Alice didn’t bother to hide the fact she had a fat wallet. She actually liked to flaunt it when we shopped, flashing strange and foreign looking credit cards at the cashiers and assistants to receiver star class treatment. Oh, the joys of calling her my ‘aunt.’ I had been walking the shops with her for the past four hours, and already I was several dozen outfits wardrobely richer. This was the stuff of a girl’s dreams.

“Em….” She broke off from finishing my name as a vision struck her. I watched idly as her eyes glassed over then went back to perusing the racks. I had been around Alice long enough to understand her power perfectly, how she saw a conditional future for all of us. Of course, I’d also been around her long enough to understand that she saw absolutely nothing when she considered me because my future was so tied to the pack, and Alice was blind when it came to the wolves. Somehow, I got some sickly sweet pleasure of the fact the wolves one upped the Cullens, just this once. Alice spotted my smile as her amber colored eyes slid back into focus.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

I considered this for a moment, a small laugh escaping my lips. “Nothing, nothing,” I said finally. “Don’t worry about it.”

Alice cocked her head the opposite direction and pulled out her little silver cell phone, assumedly to call Edward and inform him of her latest vision. Alice was keeping everyone up to date on the goings on of an apparent vampire army that was making its way to Forks from Seattle. Of course, they wanted to kill Bella. And of course, no one would let them. Damn. It. They should just let them eat her or whatever it is vampires do. Maybe that way, I wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. Then again… there was a possibility Bella would harass me from her afterlife. Yeah. She would be so bitchy as to do that to me.

Vaguely muttering something about always being a worry, Alice punched the number and pressed the phone to her ear. I ignored her, flipping through the racks again. Truthfully, I was just about done with shopping, but I would never say that to Alice. Never ever. She might hurt me for that kind of blasphemy. I pulled a top and held it up to my frame before discarding it. I didn’t like the way the front would lay.

“Yes,” Alice said in response to something Edward said. She sounded urgent, nodding as Edward spoke as if he could see her. “I totally agree.”

Big surprise there. I swear to god, Alice and Edward are in it together these days. They especially like to gang up on myself and I, as if we’re bad children or something and need to have an eye kept on us or something. She hung up and gathered up the clothes and accessories we hadn’t checked out yet, marching purposefully to get on with her purchases. I followed her.

“What did Edward say?” I asked, genuinely interested before thinking of a better question. “What did you see?”

At first, I thought she was going to ignore me, but she replied. “Victoria. She’s coming,” Alice said simply, “so I’m taking you to La Push until further notice.”

My jaw slacked a little, but I righted it. La Push until further notice? Where were the werewolf hating vampires I knew and loved? They’d been trying their hardest to keep me out of there all summer (alright, all of a few days since summer vacation began), and how they wanted to banish me there like a little girl to her room. Clearly, the world has gone topsy turvy.

I didn’t say much of anything until we were in the car, driving back home. We’d been in Portland since the morning, having left Forks bright and obscenely early at six o’clock. The things we ladies do for shopping. And the things us freaks do to avoid newborn armies. Sometimes, I seriously wish my life could just be normal.

Alice and I chatted absently the ride back, stopping two or three times for ‘human time’ AKA, when I had to potty and when I insisted on something to eat. We arrived back in Forks in roughly a two and a half hours, half the time it takes when you aren’t riding with a deranged vampiric chauffeur. I pulled out my phone, seemingly borrowing Alice’s gift for a moment, anticipating what she would say.

“Call your wolfy boy and anyone else you need to,” she said. “Straighten things out.”

I was already dialing. The phone rang twice and Paul picked up with a hoarse hello.

“Is it a full moon or what?” I teased playfully. “Someone’s been howling too much.” I couldn’t help myself.


“Nothing. Think you can come to the boundary line to get me? Alice is going to drop me off,” I said, preparing for the fireworks.

“You went out with that bloodsucker again?” he demanded angrily, his tone a snarl of the voice I liked to hear. “I told you not to. It’s not good…”

“Forget it, Balto,” I snapped. “Just come and get me.”

Silence. “Fine, but I’m not happy.”

I snorted. “Oh cheer up. I’m spending the night.”

You could almost feel him perk up at those words. “Well that changes things, I guess,” he said almost slyly.

“Balto!” I admonished lightly, though my cheeks were burning just a little bit pink. I heard him laugh like a roar on the other end of the line. Politely, I waited for him to be done. “Just be there,” I said shortly.

“Yes ma’am,” he said through a laugh.

“Good,” I said, hanging up and dialing my mom’s number. I would stick to the usual story, that is, spending the night with my best friend Leah at her house. I’m such a liar. And no one who actually has the power to punish me for it has any idea. Oh, how good it is to be me.

I told my mom Leah and I were planning on going on a trip to Port Angeles tomorrow and would be in late that night, scoring permission to stay in La Push an extra night. Alice drove me to the boundary line right away. We couldn’t go by my house because it was inside the boundary, but clothes were a non issue; I had enough with me from shopping with Alice to last for weeks if I had to. And Balto’s bathroom was practically my bathroom at his house. I even had a flatiron stashed there under the counter.

Alice parked a solid three yards away from the invisible line, not quite directly from Paul, who was leaning against the Ford a few yards away from the opposite side of the line. Apparently, neither one was taking a chance at offending the other. I rolled my eyes, grabbing a few of my shopping bags and carrying them with me across the line to the truck.

“You know you’re all silly, right?” I said, putting the bags into the cab and climbing in.

Paul slammed his door behind him. “I don’t see it that way.”

“Eh, you don’t see much of anything, though,” I countered, sliding into my spot in the middle beside him.

Paul cranked the car, carefully keeping his eyes on the road. As an expert at reading the Signs of Paul, it was clear that he’d had time to become properly pissed that I’d gone off with Alice with all those bloodsuckers on the loose. Forgetting the fact I was with Alice, and that she would know something was up before it started, apparently. But whatever. I leaned against his arm, absentmindedly toying with his non-broken radio. If I was a believer in revenge, I would probably snap his radio dial. As it is, the thing only picks up static and I did accidentally break the CD player a few weeks before the radio incident. As I tuned in from one frequency of white noise to the next, Paul’s arm twitched a little beside me, like he really wanted to do something. I glanced at him, and he twitched again, and I realized it for what it was. A quiver.

“Paul,” I said warily, scooting away slightly.

He was breathing harshly, trying unsuccessfully to regain composure. “You smell like them. I hate it when you smell like them,” he said venomously.

I cringed slightly. We’d been through this before. He always got a little bit… cranky when I spent too much time with the Cullens. That’s probably an understatement, though, minus the probably part. I scooted away a little more. Paul was no fun when he was excessively ill tempered. A little bit angry? Yeah, then it was fun to mess with him. But when he started to quiver, there was an issue. I’d seen Emily Young’s face. And let’s face it; mine’s too beautiful for that fate.

“I’ll take a shower at the house,” I muttered, settling into the passenger’s seat, finally putting enough space between us. Paul nodded, both hands still firmly on the wheel and eyes peering dead ahead. I closed my eyes briefly. Maybe they aren’t completely silly. Maybe they really can’t coexist nicely. Maybe that’s just the way it’s gotta be; enemies for all eternity.

Paul maneuvered the truck into the drive and quickly jumped from the car, taking my bags with him. I sat there a moment, watched him walk in, then got out myself. I slammed my door unintentionally, I think, and went inside. The TV was on, Jared’s feet propped over the side of the couch, the toes of his socks all stretched. Typical J bird right there, you know. Judging by the volume, Virginia wasn’t home. Heck yeah. It was almost official that that woman hated me. Or at least she did if you asked me. And Kimmy agreed with me; Virginia didn’t particularly care for her either.

I yelled a hello to Jared and got a hollered reply, slipping out of my shoes in the foyer and heading to the kitchen first. I was on a quest for Dawn dish soap. As strange and deranged as it sounds, the stuff that ‘powers away grease and grime’ powers away vampire and werewolf scents, too. And as a girl used to being passed between mortal enemies, I can tell you, it comes in handy to know some tricks of the trade. Bella should really learn from the pro.

Dashing up stairs with a half empty bottle of Dawn in hand, I slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The bathroom, like the rest of the house, probably should have been redone a few years ago. It was very eighties, possibly seventies with wood paneling on the wall and linoleum flooring that should really be switched. I got a towel out from under the counter and turned on the water, hardly waiting for the water to reach lukewarm before jumping in and smothering myself in dish soap, even my hair. The things I did for these wolves.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped up in a towel, wringing my hair over the tub. The water hit with a splat and I flicked my hair over my shoulder, gathering up my clothes and leaving the Dawn on the counter by the sink. Casually and without too much thought, I went to Paul’s room, banging open the door unceremoniously. Of course, Paul was already in there, and I wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing before my haphazard appearance on the scene. He glanced me up and down a moment then grinned.

“I’ll be down stairs,” he said impishly, sliding past me in the doorway and letting his hands brush where they probably ought not on the way by. I made a face at him, earning a loud laugh as he retreated. Shaking my head, I shut the door and went to my bags on the bed, finding fresh under things and a pair of soft shorts to wear in addition to the t shirt I was planning on stealing from Paul’s closet.

I stole him one good, finding what looked like an old baseball jersey or something of the sort. I’d have to ask him about that. The last time I’d spent the night with him, he’d confided that while he loved sports as much as the next guy, organized sports were one thing he despised. But the t shirt that I was wearing boasted otherwise. It boasted that Balto, dear old Balto, played baseball at least into junior high. I smirked as I opened the door and went down stairs to find him. This was going to be so totally worth pissing him off for.