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Post by Embry Call on Jan 9, 2011 0:58:18 GMT -5
Embry had finished a patrol and decided to grab a bite to eat before he went home. Embry's mom was working a late shift and his cooking skills were low on the charts so there was only two options. One was to go home and grab a granola bar, and two was to score a hot meal from the local diner. Embry went with the second option and made his way to the diner. It was small and had lots of food for good prices. Embry made his way to the front counter and took a seat. The place wasn't too crowded, and he didn't see anyone he knew. That wasn't unusual he only knew Bella, and Alice.
Embry ordered a coke and started to scan the menu for supper. He was hungry from the patrol and the juicy burger sounded perfect. He placed his order and sat back in the chair.
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Post by Samantha Jane Dole on Jan 9, 2011 6:07:23 GMT -5
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So in this magazine she was reading, it said she had to go out and eat by herself. For building confidence, and all those nice things.
So she was doing it. Here it was, Samantha Jane Dole, usually covered by a herd of all her favourite girlfriends, alone. For dinner. She could feel an anxiety attack coming on. The idea was ridiculous really--I mean, what did a magazine know about building confidence? But it was senior year, and as soon as the end of the year came, she was leaving to become a vet. To do operations, with blood. As far as Samantha was concerned, she needed all the confidence she could get. She'd read it in the prerequisites--must have self-confidence.
The dinner was, like usual, a constant flow of people in and out. Not enough for it to ever feel empty, but never enough people to make it feel busy either. The crowd consisted mostly of old people, in pressed shirts and suits, straight from work. And crazy, over-the-top loud children, who could make Sam laugh even in a situation as frightening as this. She had spent the last five minutes here, fingering the edge of the menu, making little tiny dents in the top corner. Nobody had bothered to serve her yet.
The door opened, and a gust of freezing cold wind disturbed the cozy warmth of the diner. Sam's head turned lazily--with no real kind of expectation--to rest on some incredibly tanned, asian-looking guy. He struck her as familiar. Finally finding something of interest, she swivelled in her chair, pulling her legs up to sit cross-legged. Absently, she made the observation that her parents would have scolded her if they'd been. The tips of her mouth turned upwards absently. The guy she'd been watching--or stalking, really--had already placed an order. They had served him before her? The thought made her feel self-conscious, suddenly very awkward in the casual crowd of the diner. Here she was, by herself, without even a glass of water. The loneliness engulfed her, making her feel tiny.
And then inbetween debating about wether going home or staying, the name clicked. Embry. From the reservation. He'd been pointed out to her a few times, just from the distance. She sat up instantly, already prepared to walk across the diner to him. But what about the magazine? She was supposed to be doing this alone, right? But it was building confidence, she argued. A good conversation always made her feel better about herself. She crossed the room maybe a little too quickly--her sneakers creaked deafeningly on the floor--to stand on the opposite side of Embry's table. She gave the boy a smile, realising he wasn't asian. Oh, it's not like she voiced her thoughts outloud. "Embry, yeah?" She laughed lightly, maybe a little bit too ditzy, as she collapsed in the seat beside him. She breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing into conversation. "I'm good friends with Alice," she explained, folding her hands on the table. "Who is Bella's sister. So I've seen you around a few times, with Jake," She nodded her head, almost as if convincing him that this was true. She plucked the menu off the table, beginning to lazily fold the corners again. "My names Sam, by the way. Je m'appelle Samantha. I'm trying to learn French. Comment ca va?
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Post by Embry Call on Jan 9, 2011 22:43:35 GMT -5
{ wow ok so i dont think i can reach that word count lol but i will try }
Embry leaned back in the chair a little and glanced at the tv in the corner. There were some killings in Port Angeles that Jacob had been looking into and apparently another killing had occurred. The culprit was obvious to him, but the police in the port had no idea who or what could cause such damages.
Embry was focused on the tv when a girl approached the table. He was sure he hadn't met her before, and he was almost positive she didn't go to the rez but the girl soon introduced herself and sat down. Embry nodded his head to answer her question on if his name was Embry or not and before he could wonder how she knew his name she told him.
Alice, of course she would be the culprit. Embry knew Alice fairly well because of Jacob and Bella. He liked Alice, but sometimes it was a little too much when she wanted to dress up the pack in " hot new designer clothes" Yea like those would last more than a minute in the woods.
" Oh yea, Alice..."
Before he could ask her another question she had grabbed the menu and told him her name and that she was speaking french which Embry knew nothing about.
" Uhm..yea..I barely passed my English class so I might not be the best person to practice another language with"
Embry smiled a little, feeling a bit sad for the girl who thought that he might be able to give some sort of stimulating conversation with. She looked like she would be very popular, but Embry was a normal get-what-you-see type of guy. He wasn't good at making conversation.
" But it's nice to meet you Sam. So why French? Is that a requirement for Forks High or something? "
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Post by Samantha Jane Dole on Jan 18, 2011 4:04:00 GMT -5
what . [/font] you.[/color] want.[/color] to. feel.[/size][/center]
He was cute. Incredibly cute.
He had that so-good-you-could-eat-it tan that they all had on the reservation. His jaw was strong, manly, although he still had a boyish look about it. Maybe it was the smile, the white teeth, the way his cheeks bulged in a tender way. Up until now, he'd only seen him from a distance, more or less when Alice was driving past, her foot almost flat on the accelerator. The fact that she even recognised him was pretty lucky. Maybe the fact that he was in Forks, made her associate him with the boy she had seen with Alice. He was no doubt waiting for Jacob, as he dropped Bell home or something. And he was just sitting around, pleasantly waiting, like the easy-going boy she'd heard about. He seemed like that. The type of guy who wasn't particularly fussed about it, who barely even raised his voice.... The guy she'd only just sat down with. She was already miles ahead, trying to picture him at home, at school, lazing around, with no real motivation, but no strife either. She liked what she could imagine.
But isn't that what happened? You liked the idea of someone. The idea that you had imagined yourself, that never really matched up the person who stood in front of you. She spent so much time daydreaming, mapping out these boys in her head, that when she got to know them, they disappoint her. She fell for these make-believe people in her head. Not the half-burned out boys who rocked up on her door, exhausted and flawed, who didn't say exactly what she had planned for them to say. That’s why it always stung when you got to know someone--you had to admit they weren't perfect. It was easier to admit you were flawed, then to take the armour off your prince charming. Why was that? Why was she so obsessed with finding perfection, when she would never match anyone's expectations? "Uhmm...yeah. I barely passed my English class, so I might not be the best person to practise another language with," She laughed easily, pushing the menu out to the middle of the table. Barely passing english? That was a worry. "But it’s nice to meet you Sam. So why French? Is it a requirement for Forks High or something?" She smiled, another chuckle escaping her lips. He was cute, easy-going, and funny. Her whole body buzzed with that familiar catch of excitement, of expectations.
Fiddling, she pulled the menu back again, un-folding the tips she'd just folder a few moments ago. She glanced up to him occasionally as she spoke, her voice light and bubbly. "No, not a requirement. I'm just learning it cause I can, really. I'd like to go visit France. Apparently it’s covered in graffiti and completely unromantic. But it would be a change, you know? Seeing something for what it is, rather then what you pretend it is. " her shoulders shrugged idly, small fingers reaching out to pluck the salt sachet out of the box in the middle of the table. She bounced it in the palm of her hand, blue eyes holding his again as she smiled lightly. "So what brings you here? Waiting for Jake?
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