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Romeo and Juliet

My name is Quil Ateara, and up untill recently there were three things I was sure about. First, I thought I was best friends with Jacob Black, and Embry Call. Second, I was sure I was human. And third, I believed that there was no real existance of mythical creatures. How could I have been so wrong? Once Jacob and Embry join the pack, Quil is left alone and confused. When he stumbles upon a lone vampire, he doesn't realize at first what she is, or what he is to become. And when their friendship becomes closer, the pack threatens to tare it apart. Chapter 22 now up!


20. Scheme's of Sorts

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Dragging my feet on the steps, I made my way down stairs, a dreary aurora all around me. The slim but more probable chance it was my dad in the kitchen didn’t excite me in the least. But as I turned into the medium sized room there was no one there, yet a bittersweet aroma lingered in the air. When I looked to the table there was a full breakfast set on the hard wooden surface; cereal, a grapefruit, waffles, and a glass of orange juice. Sitting next to the bowl was another envelope with my name on it in a fancy script, written across the front. Normally I would have gone straight to the letter but the grumbling of my stomach swayed my decision. Going for the cereal first I spooned the mushy liquid into my mouth; my face close enough that I could just lap at it like a dog. Next I devoured the grapefruit in four huge bites, ignoring the taste as I wasn’t really a fruit person. Finally I wolfed down the waffles, having saved them best for last.

As I was putting the dirty dishes into the washer I chugged the orange juice and placed the cup in beside them. I was about to reach out for the letter when the door bell rang, an unfamiliar sound as we never had guests. Placing the envelope in my pocket I strode to the door, the bell going crazy from my impatient visitor. “What,” I said, frustrated, yanking the door open harder than necessary.

“Looks like somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Embry said while inviting himself in.

“Umm,” I said dumbfounded at his arrival.

“What your not happy to see your old buddy Embry.”

“No, I just wasn’t expecting you to come over.” an incredulous look took over his face.

“That hurt. Come on Quil, I use to come over all the time, this shouldn’t be such a shock, or are you just against being friends with werewolves?”

“Well, I was a little turned off by the whole howling to the moon thing.” Embry began laughing so hard at my joke I had to join in, and soon enough we were leaning over breathless. Man I missed just joking around with Embry, I thought to myself.

“You know we don’t really do that right?”

“Well I’m not really sure what it is we do so I just sort of assumed.”

“There is a lot you have to learn young grasshopper.” he said in a sort of Asian accent, then bowing like a karate master.

“Ok, that was just sad. I think a stick could have done a better interpretation.”

“Oh yeah, well I wouldn’t be talking Mr. No-acting-abilities-what-so-ever.” of course he was right, for along with no creativity I just can’t act having no imagination of what the character might feel in whatever situation they were in.

“What, did you come here to make fun of me and do bad impressions, or was there a point to this visit.” he made an attempt to clear his throat before speaking.

“Yes my friend, I did have a reason.”

“And that would be?”

“I am taking you to meet someone that I think you will like very much.”

“Embry, this isn’t another one of your crazy schemes?”

“Oh, you’ll see.” with that he headed back for the door.

“Hold on, I’m not going anywhere if you don’t at least tell me where we’re going.” he gave me the wagging finger, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Silly Quil, I can’t tell you.” this was one argument I didn’t feel like continuing so I caved and we began walking who knows where. After a long silence he turned to me an unreadable look on his face. “So this Terra, what’s she like?” that I didn’t expect.

“I don’t know, pretty, funny, smart, interesting, lovely…” Embry stopped walking and put a hand in front of me.

“Did you just use the word lovely?”

“Did I. Guess I got sidetracked or something.” he didn’t buy it but didn’t press for more on the subject either. Although all I could think was why did I say lovely; it was definitely not in my regular vocabulary. We were nearing a development of small houses, all with a square yard, brick face, and same maroon tiled roof. “Who lives here that we’re visiting?”

“A friend of mine. I’ve wanted you two to meet for a while since I thought you’d be perfect for each other but with the whole pack thing it hasn’t exactly worked out.” I stopped dead in my tracks.

“Are you setting me up on a…date?”