Look Me In The Face;; [what do you s e e ?]

[embry]

Embry stretched out on his bed, his too long legs making his feet hang off the edge. This discomfort must've been one he was used to as he merely resettled his bare feet and focused on the bare page of notebook paper in front of him. The marbled notebook was of the many that could be bought at a convenience store for a few quarters and as such, the boy was studying it with a sort of fixed intensity perhaps not deserved. A pen was in his hand and he began to write after some contemplation, in a natural, loose sort of script.

Date; ...I forget.
Mood; Very well.

Dear...Notebook. I suppose. I don't think of this as a journal or (dare I say it?) a diary, because it's just a notebook. Plain and black and white and (thus far) empty. Annie tells me I should keep one of these. They're supposed to be therapeutic. How, I ask you? Not that I don't need therapy.

Let's begin. I'm seventeen, nearly eighteen, if I lose my temper I turn into a giant wolf, and this, oh, all of this would be enough! Then I fell in love with got a crush on my best friend. Who is a guy. And also a werewolf, so he can read my mind. This is some soap opera level stuff. Works for my name, huh?

Anyway, I don't know what to write in here. That's my life right now. Happy Annie? I wrote in here.

--Embry

P.s. I feel ridiculous for confiding in a book, for Chris'sake.

Embry closed the book, pen inside, and placed it on the nightstand. Slowly, he stood up and walked out into the foggy sunlight of the Olympic Peninsula.

[Antigone Crow]

Annie, of course, made an appearance at Embry's house. She discovered his diary and scanned through it, grabbing a pen from his drawer and writing a quick message to him.

Embry!

Aha! You listened to me! It's a miracle, I swear. I promise, this'll help. Venting helps, and since you won't exactly vent to me, write it out. Though, I must say, I'd probably offer a lot more advice than a notebook could.

Awwwwww. Embry's in love~ Okay, that's all I'm gonna say so I don't make you make that kicked puppy face. I'm sure the idiot'll turn around eventually. Truuust me, amor, he will.

Well, Bry-Bear (like the new nickname?), my cousin's calling and I sadly have to jet. I need to add some pictures of us in here--I have them in my diary, so I'll make copies and put them in here, mhkay? They're from the doll experience. [:

I love you, Bria~ (don't kill me).

Love&Lollipops;
Annie!

She dropped the notebook down with a smile, and then headed off towards the waiting car outside.

[embry]

To Annie.

I'm not addressing this as a diary, and I know you'll read it, so these are like letters to you. That you're not supposed to be reading but I know you will anyway. So, news.

An unexpected twist in the plot of my soap opera. The dark, loner character has admitted feelings for the clueless hanger on! For those of you unable to understand my extended metaphor, Paul has decided he likes me. I'm cheering on the inside.

I'm really happy right now. Hell, I'm ecstatic. I think I'll add some photos and then go out for a run. Or a swim. Ooh, swimming...

--Embry

[embry]

Embry pulled a large stack of photos towards him from the shoebox where his mother kept them. They were various different photos, from Embry alone, Embry and his mother, to friends and family.


Annie brought a camera into the garage at Jake's. This is the result. Of course she can't take a picture when I'm clean.


Emily can make me dress up for the engagement party. She cannot make me wear shoes.


I has candy lips. No! Annie be stealing my candy lips!


I love me some candy.


Paul! ...I completely forget what was so darn funny at the moment.


Annie and her darn camera again. I stole the only copy. It's actual proof that Paul can be affectionate, can't let that get out! Or proof that I like to tackle hug him.

[Antigone Crow]

Emmy [: ;

Okay, don't kill me for the nicknames, but they're entirely too much fun to use. Besides, you love me, so you can't kill me.
..If you try, I get Jake. Or I pout.
In any way/shape/form, I win.

OHEMGEE. Are you serious?! Aw, Em, that's great! I'm so happy for you! You definitely need to fill me in on all the juicy details--in person, though, preferably. God knows who else is reading this thing, and we don't need them knowing about your personal life, now do we?

He-he. I love my camera. And you can't complain, those pictures are fucking adorable.
...Y si, I jacked those candy lips. And they were yummy.

Speaking of pictures. HERE YOU GO.


Sweet face.


You're maddd cute, Embry. Use that pouty look more often, bueno?


Kisses on cheek + Embry = Epic fail.


...I was high, damnit.
I think so.
..Or I was just acting weird, one of the two.

Anyway, I have more somewhere, but not with me. Will post them evenutally.

Love you!

-Annie.