Short story. I'm aiming for 2 chapters only, saying that this was suppose to be a 1 chapter story. Enjoy! Comment! Check out my other stories! :)

M for language and sex!

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Uh! I'm so glad to be home!

I threw myself down onto the old, battered, green couch in our living room. I had been encouraging my mom to save up for a new one for a long time but she refused, saying it was precious to her. God only knows what she considers precious if she thought that couch was.

I had been one of those days. The kind of day you want to end. The kind of day that feels sluggish and boring. Me, Quil and Leah had been walking around La Push from Six AM to Three PM. Spending the day with them, or in their heads, all day was pretty frustrating. I didn't mind Quil as much as Leah, but all Quil seemed to think about was Claire and all Leah seemd to think about was how shit her life is. If I was with Brady and Seth and Colin at least we could talk about sport and sex and girls. They always asked me for advice and asked me things about girls, which I didn't mind.

I seemed to be constantly horny these last few months. It was getting kinda old. Leah just thought I was some horny guy who needed a life and needed to think about things other than sex. Like she'd understand. Quil had lost all interest in sex and girls and seemed to feel weird just talking about it. Wasn't like him at all. I felt like I couldn't talk to Jake about it, since he was so wrapped up in Nessie and his new life with the Cullens. I mean, he hardly even came to La Push any more. I didn't wanna talk about it with Paul or Jared or Sam, it would just be too weird or they'd make fun. Like they already did. Well Paul and Jared anyway. I probably wouldn't talk to Paul even if I felt like I could. Rachel had always been like my big sister.

Everything was so complicated. Or it felt that way.

"Embry! Are you home?" My mom walked through the door with a bag full of groceries. The bag looked like it was going to split any second. "I need help here!"

"I'm here," I said and darted over to the front door to grab the bag, just as it was about to split. "You should of got more than one bag mom."

"I walked to the store, I didn't wanna carry more than one bag. And you was nowhere to be seen, so I couldn't exactly ask you for help." She scowled, half mocking, half serious.

"Sorry mom, I got up early to go see Quil about something." Lame excuse. I walked over and put the bag onto the kitchen table. "I mean, we had to do something for his grandpa at nine and I wanted to make sure I was still needed. Honestly!" I said when she gave me a knowing look. One that said "Suureeeee Embry".

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Now put that into the cupboard." She handed me a can of soup from the bag, which I placed into the cupboard behind me. I leaned against the kitchen counter and folded my arms. "Oh! Before I forget. Sue wants you to do something for her."

I sighed. I did not feel like going back out today.

"What would that be?" I asked, ignoring my moms raised eyebrows and the start of her, you never do anything for anyone, lecture. She rolled her eyes at me and put the loaf of bread into the breadbox next to her.

"She wants you to pick something up from Billy's house and take it to her house later on."

"What? She lives one minute walk away from Billy's house! I live ten minutes away!"

My mom chuckled. Chuckled!

"If you let me finish... She's going out tonight with Leah and Seth but she needs this for the morning and she won't be back until late, so she can't pick it up."

"What is it a secret spy letter or something?" I grunted, annoyed. Why do I have to do this? Can't someone else do it?

"I don't know what it is," she replied calmly. I'm sure she was enjoying this. "Just do it for her. Please baby." She gave me one of those motherly, expectant looks.

"Fine. But you owe me for this," I said wagging my finger in her direction, before turning around and heading to my room. She laughed and shouted, "Billy's expecting you at eight!"

"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled, as I shut my bedroom door and locked it behind me. The clock on my side table said it was Four PM. I had four hours, I was gonna rest for a couple of them. I took off my shirt and pants and put on some clean boxer shorts. I laid down on my bed, put my hands under my head and closed my eyes.

I woke up two hours later, feeling a little more alert then I had been before. I sighed deeply and rubbed my eyes. I laid there for a little while, just listening to the sounds of the wind and crashing sea in the distance.

My stomach growled and I patted it, feeling the hunger pangs. I hopped up off of my bed, threw on some cut offs and walked towards my bedroom door, unlocking and opening it. The light wasn't on in the hallway and I could see the sky was darkening. I could hear my mom singing in the kitchen, and I could smell the food she was making. Vegtable soup and steak. Yumm!

I all but ran down the hallway, through the living room and straight into the kitchen. She saw me walk in and smiled.

"Food will be about an hour. I'm gonna make some vegtables and I need to finish cooking this soup. Theres chips in the cupboard if you want a snack," she said as she saw my look of disbelief and hunger. I damn near ran to the cupboard. My mom saw and laughed, stirring the soup on the stove. "Why don't you have a shower while you wait for the food." She suggested.

"Are you saying I smell?" I joked, with a mouthful of chips, to which she laughed again.

"Yes, a matter of fact. And you have mud on your arms. I don't know what you get up to. Your laundry is always so dirty lately. It's like you're a kid again. I'm not letting you go out looking like an over-grown, muddy five year old."

We both laughed and I shoveled down the rest of my chips, throwing the empty bag in the trash.

"Okay, I'll shower. But only because I want to. Not because of...that." I flapped my hand, indicating her and she snorted. I winked at her and nudged her arm as I walked past.

I love those moments, when we weren't fighting or I wasn't being a typical teenager and ignoring her. They were rare.

I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel out of the laundry closet opposite. I stepped into the cool bathroom, which smelled like my moms shampoo and toothpaste, and locked the door. I put my towel onto the toilet and turned the shower on, stepping out of my clothes. I kicked them towards the door, turned the radio on and stepped into the shower.

The water was cool, as usual, compared to my skin. It felt nice. I ran my fingers through my hair and bent my head a little so the water would hit the back of my head. My hair was getting long and shaggy, but I liked it that way. I hated having to cut off my hair when I phased, one of the worst parts for me.

I grabbed some shower gel and squirted some on my chest, catching it with my hands and rubbing it all over. All over my chest, my stomach, my shoulders, my neck. I started thinking about my hands being someone else's. A girls hands. The only girl that was on my mind. Leah. I'd seen her naked when she phased earlier. I couldn't get the image out of my mind now I was in the shower, naked.

Why are you thinking about Leah? You don't like Leah like that! You hardly like her as a friend! She'll kill you if she ever finds out!

I scorned myself. But that didn't stop the thoughts or the fact I was getting hard. I moved my hands downwards, rubbing my chest and stomach again. They reached my dick and started moving over it. It felt so good. I felt like I hadn't had any release in so long. It had all been sleep, patrol, eat and start over.

I rubbed my dick a little faster as it got harder. The water beating down on it made it feel even better. I knew I wouldn't last long. I took my dick in my hand and stroked it a little. My stroking got more urgent as my dick got harder and I could feel myself ready to cum.

I groaned a little at the feeling and my breathing became more erratic. I thought about Leah's body and thought about her being here, in the shower with me, stroking my dick for me. I thought about fucking her against the wall and digging my fingers into her soft skin. I thought about grabbing her hair in my hand and pounding her until she was screaming. I thought about her moaning and breathing into my ear.

All these thoughts brought me over the edge and I groaned as cum started shooting out of my dick. I couldn't remember the last time I had cum that much. It felt so fucking good.

I looked at the clock. I'd been in the shower for nearly twenty minutes. My mom would start to wonder what was taking so long.

I quickly washed the cum off of my hands and from the tip of my dick. I finished washing my body, breifly washed my hair and switched the shower off. I hopped out onto the floor mat and picking my towel up from the toilet seat.

I dried my face and exhaled into the towel, before wrapping it around my waist, picking up my clothes and leaving the bathroom.

"Are you coming straight home?"

"Yes mom. I'll be home as soon as I've taken whatever it is to Sue's house. Okay?"

"Make sure you don't stay out too late Embry."

"I won't," I told her as I walked out of the door.

"Jacket!" she shouted after me, but I ignored her, pretending I didn't hear. I didn't need one anyway.

I ran all the way to Billy's house, which only took me five minutes. Rachel was sat on Billy's ramp waiting for me with an envelope in her hand.

"I'm five minutes early. It's a bit creepy that you're just sat their waiting, you know."

Rachel grinned, holding her laughter in. "Paul said you was here, and I know you don't want to do this, so I thought I'd save the trouble of you having to knock on the door."

I raised my eyebrow at her, to which she did laugh.

"Okayyy. Thanks," I said, taking the envelope from her. "I'll, uh, see you later Rachel."

She laughed through her nose, "See ya Em."

As I walked away she stood up and retreated inside, chuckling softly to herself.

That was odd.

I sprinted up the hill to Sue's house. To my surprise the lights in the living room were on and I could hear the TV through the windows. I opened the gate, walked up the path and knocked on the door. If someone was home I wanted to know why I had to be the one to bring the envelope over here.

"What do you want Call?" Leah groaned from inside. From what I could tell she was on the sofa in the living room.

"Don't open the door for me then. I wanna know why it was me who had to bring this over here. Especially if you're in there, doing fuck all, by the sounds of it. And Paul was already at Billy's house. He could of just brought it here! What the fuck!" The level of my voice had raised a little. I was just realizing that there was no reason for me to be the one to bring the envelope here. Why did Sue want me to bring it? Did my mom organize this so I'd do something for someone? I wouldn't of put it past her.

I was undoubtably pissed.

"What did you bring?" Leah asked, her voice calm and quiet. Is she serious? Is she fucking serious? I wanted her to answer the door, so I thought I would play with her. She's always been too curious for her own good.

"Come and find out." I didn't hear any movement inside, just a tiny huff escaping from Leah's mouth. I looked down at the envelope for the first time and saw it had a name on the front. Leah's name. "It's addressed to you." That got her attention. I heard her stand up and walk towards the door, groaning in frustration.

All the thoughts from the shower suddenly came back to me.

Shit.

I tried not to think about it but the thoughts came anyway, the thoughts of me pushing her against a wall. The wall in her hallway.

Stop it!

I inhaled deeply through my nose and exhaled through my mouth, trying to clear my head and focus on being pissed.

Leah stopped at the door. I heard her slouch against the wall.

"Leah? Can you please just open the door?"

Leah unlocked the door and when she opened it, I instantly regretted asking her too. She was wearing short pajama shorts and one of Seth's shirts. It was long and baggy on her, but she looked so sexy in it. Her hair was tied up in a messy pony tail, with loose strands falling around her face. She looked sleepy and her lips were slightly parted, making her look even more sexy.

"Well?" She grumbled, crossing her arms and glaring slightly. She didn't look mad or upset, just annoyed.

"Join the club," I whispered, shrugging my eyebrows and leaning against the doorframe. She looked at me with a confused expression, moving her eyes side to side quickly before looking back at me and raising her eyebrows.

"Um...what?"

I shook my head. "Nuthin'. Here," I passed her the envelope, which she examined and squeezed slightly, to check what could be inside. "What do you think it is?"

"No idea. Where did you get it?"

"I got it from...hold on. Why are you here? Where's your mom and Seth? Why couldn't you pick this up? It is addressed to you after all."

"Whoa. Easy with all the questions. My mom and Seth went out for the night. I wasn't told I had a letter to pick up in the first place. Don't blame this on me." Leah's voice was soft, unlike her usual volatile tone. I was officially, over all, confused.

"Right.." I dragged out the word to show I was confused. "Are you gonna open it?"

"Not with you here," she stated, crossing her arms again, tucking the envelope under her armpit.

"We both know I'll find out what's in it anyway. You might as well."

Leah rolled her eyes at me, sighing and unfolding her arms. As she was opening it she turned around and walked back to the living room. She hadn't shut the door, and I still didn't know what was in the envelope, so I followed her in. The house smelled like food and popery, like it always did.

There wasn't much light in the living room, only a lamp in the far corner and the light from the TV. Leah sat down on the couch, bringing her legs up so she was curled up on the seat. There was a bowl of popcorn and soda in front of her, so I sat down next to her, grabbing the bowl from the table. She took the bowl from me and put it onto her lap.

"Mine."

I laughed, reaching over to her to grab some popcorn. She was too busy opening the letter to move my hand away, so I grabbed a handful, pushing most of it into my mouth all at once.

Leah unfolded the piece of paper that was inside the envelope.

"What the hell?"

I looked at the paper and saw the words, Good Luck, on it. It was from Rachel, Emily and Sue.

"What the hell?" I echoed her, furrowing my eyebrows.

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