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My Target Mind	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 3899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(General POV)
"Embry I really don't think this is a good idea," Paul tried to protest.
"Nonsense this is a great idea," Embry reassured his older brother as if it was obvious.
Embry had a tight grip on his brother's arm as he pulled him to the Call household. Paul tried to break free but it didn't really seem possible. Embry wasn't in control of his powers thus he put too much of his strength into anything.
They made it to Embry's house very quickly. Embry went to bang on the door but was stopped by Paul.
"Let me do it," Paul objected somewhat nervously.
Don't want him taking the door down, Paul thought to himself.
Paul knocked on the door gently and waited for someone to answer the door.
"Who is it," the boys heard Miss. Call asked through the door.
"It's me mom," Embry called out with a smile.
There was a gasp as the door was ripped open. Miss. Carey Call enveloped her son in a tight hug which was well received by her son.
"Don't make me worry like that again," Carey nagged amusedly.
"I won't," Embry chuckled.
Paul watched this exchange with blank eyes. Long ago he trained himself never to show emotion at the kind of scene before him, but with the recent argument with his own mother he couldn't help but let a little bit of emotion show on his face.
Embry, as if sensing his brother's stoic state, looked over to him with eyes filled with sadness. He knew that look all too well. It's the look he's seen on his own face when he sees other kids with their fathers.
Maybe there not so different after all.
"You remember Paul don't you mom," Embry gestured over to his brother.
It was then that Carey just realized that he was there.
"How could I forget," Carey asked meeting his blank stare with one of her own.
"Can he live with us," Embry asked bluntly.
"What," Carey turned her head to her son and looked at him like he was crazy.
Paul rolled his eyes at how blunt Embry was. That was not the kind of question you blurt you to people.
"He doesn't want to stay with his parents anymore," Embry expressed to her with a pleading look on his face, "that place has been like hell for him."
"How do you know that," Carey looked at her son suspiciously.
Paul gave his younger brother a look of warning.
"Um, I just assumed because he always hates going home," Embry answered lying slightly, "and his parent never really seem to care about him."
Carey thought about this for a moment. Looking back she did notice that Derrick didn't seem to care much about his son. Sure, he claimed to love him very much but she could tell he was hiding something behind those claims, she just never cared to look further into those lies.
Now she's found herself feeling guilty about her careless attitude toward the boy in front of her. For all she knew he could be abused, beaten, or even raped! She didn't know and she felt horrible about that.
No child should ever be abused by either of their parents.
"As long as he promises not to act up," Carey looked at the boy sternly.
The complete looked of surprise on his face amused her to no end. Clearly this was her son's idea and he didn't expect her to say yes.
Embry cheered and gave him brother a bear hug that caused him to wince slightly.
As they went to go into the door a hand block their entrance.
"Well," Carey gave Paul a pointed look.
Paul rolled his eyes at her.
"I promise to be on my best behavior," Paul pledged acting mockingly sweet.
"Thank you," Carey nodded at him in appreciation.
"Just you wait and see Miss. Call I'll be the best house guest you ever had," Paul added acting overly campy.
"Don't test me boy," Carey warned.
"Yes sir," Paul smirked and saluted her.
"Come on guys," Embry groaned tiredly, "it hasn't even been five minutes and you're at each other's throats."
Both them were silent at that point.
"You can stay in this room," Carey showed Paul to their guest room.
"Embry's room is across the hall and I'm a couple doors down," Carey told him, "if you need anything just knock on my door."
Paul nodded casually stepped into the room. It looked really cozy and comfortable. Not the biggest room but that didn't deter from how nice the room was.
"It's pretty late," Carey stated, "how about everybody turn in and we'll discuss where this will go in the morning."
Both boys nodded and went into their respective rooms.
Paul took in a deep breath and flopped down on the bed. It felt so fluffy and nice. It was nothing like his bed at home.
Soon enough, Paul went to sleep just as he was.
Sometime during the night, nature called and Paul woke up swiftly. He really had to go to the bathroom.
As he was rushing to the bathroom, Paul accidently bumped into Carey.
"Sorry," Paul mumbled stopping in front of her.
"Its fine," Carey waved him off with a yawn and moved to go back to her room.
"Thanks for letting me stay here," Paul expressed quickly before slamming the bathroom door shut.
Carey looked back in surprise before a small smile made it onto her face.
"You're welcome," Carey replied.
Maybe this could work, Carey thought to herself.
…
The next morning was a little slow, as was most mornings in the Call home. Neither Embry nor his mother were morning people so it always a little difficult task for them to get up in the morning.
With a big yawn, Embry sat down at the dinner table next to his brother. Embry looked over to see Paul looking at him at what could be seen as amusement.
"Why aren't you tired it's like six o'clock in the morning," Embry demanded.
"Mornings have never been a problem for me," Paul shrugged.
Just then, Carey walked in the room and sat down next to the tow of them.
"Morning mom, what's for breakfast," Embry asked eagerly. They young Quileute felt like he hadn't eaten in days.
"Slow down a minute," Carey interjected sternly, "first we have to talk about these new living arraignments."
"What about them," Embry asked in confusion. He though he explained everything well enough last night.
"Do your parents have any idea where you are right now Paul," Carey asked her son's older brother.
"I doubt they care where I am right now," Paul responded stoically.
Carey sighed to herself. Saying that didn't exactly help their little situation.
"I can't keep you from your parents Paul," Carey told him.
"But that's not…"
"It's the law," Carey added sharply silencing her son, "but what I can do is let you stay here until they come and get you."
"If they come and get me," Paul corrected with emphasis.
"If," Carey nodded.
"Great," Embry called out, "now let's eat."
Carey rolled her eyes and moved to the kitchen.
"How much can you boys eat anyway," she asked.
Both Quileute's put on a teasing grin.
"You'd be surprised," Paul smirked.
…
"I hate school," Embry groaned as they walked into the large building.
"Quit whining," Paul told him, "high school is not hard."
"It is for me," Embry argued, "most of the time I don't get half of the things my teachers say and they never try to help me."
"Do you asked for help," Paul knew he was being slightly hypocritical but he didn't care too much at the moment.
"No," Embry denied sadly, "but that's only because my teachers write me off as stupid because I don't talk a lot in class."
"Then talk more in class," Paul advised obviously.
"I can't," Embry shook his head, "I'm always afraid I'll say or do something stupid."
Paul sighed wearily.
"If you don't learn to speak up people are just going to walk all over," Paul warned him angrily, "you want to spend the rest of your life being a doormat."
"No," Embry replied whimpering slightly at his older brother's tone.
"Then stand up for yourself," Paul ordered.
"Embry," they heard someone call out.
Both of them turned around to see Jacob and Quil coming their way.
"This won't end well," Embry mumbled to himself.
"We've been looking for you everywhere man," Jacob complained angrily.
"Yeah, where have you been," Quil asked not looking angry but curious.
Embry shrugged trying to maintain his composure.
"Don't worry about it," Embry told them.
"When did you get so buff," Jacob asked before glaring in Paul's direction, "and what are you doing hanging around him?"
Paul gave Jacob an unkindly grin.
"Aw, you don't want to see me," Paul put on a mock face of sadness, "you breaking my heart little Jacob."
Jacob wisely ignored him and grabbed Embry's arm.
"Whatever, come on Embry," Jacob tried to pull Embry to his side but failed.
"No thanks," Embry shook his head at them, "I'm fine where I'm."
He notably moved slightly closer to his older brother.
"What," Jacob shouted angrily, "you're gonna ditch us him."
"We've been your friends since kindergarten," Quil protested.
"I just need some help with some things," Embry told them, "and Paul's just being a good…friend."
He really didn't know if Paul would be okay with revealing they were brothers yet.
"But you can't just….him and that," Jacob spluttered incoherently.
"I'm sorry guys," Embry said sternly, "this is just something I have to do."
Jacob growled at him angrily.
"Fine," Jacob huffed, "see ya traitor."
As Jacob left Quil followed behind him, but not before giving Embry one last hurt look.
As soon as they were out of sight, Embry let out the breath he was holding in.
"See that wasn't so bad," Paul claimed.
"Yeah I guess," Embry mumbled, "I just wish it didn't hurt so much to say goodbye to the only friends you ever had."
Paul knew he should say something endearing and nice but he just couldn't find the words at the moment.
Luckily, he was saved.
Jared ran over to them and hugged both of them tightly.
"What up people," Jared grinned at the two of them.
Embry blinked at him in confusion while Paul looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
"I have good news," Jared told them excitedly, "for me at least."
"Let me guess, you're going out with Kim," Paul theorized.
"What, how did you know," Jared demanded.
"Lucky guess," Paul replied dryly.
"But yeah we're going out tomorrow," Jared reiterated happily, "you and Seton and to join us in a double date."
"Pass," Paul responded immediately, "I don't do double dates. I rarely do single dates."
"Fine spoil sport," Jared pouted, "we'll have fun by ourselves."
"I'm sure you will," Paul retorted mockingly, "now if you idiots will excuse me. I have to go to my first period class and not pay attention in it."
Without another word Paul walked away from his two pack mates.
"He's always so damn grumpy all the time," Jared complained.
"I know isn't it awesome," Embry was practically bouncing on his feet, "I wish I could be like that."
…
Later that day, Paul decided to show Seton his new room at his new house.
"Paul where are we going," Seton asked him as they walked to the Call house, "you're house isn't this way."
"I don't live there anymore," Paul told his imprint.
"You don't," Seton looked up at him in surprised.
"No," Paul shook his and looked down at Seton sadly, "I just can't live in that house anymore."
When they got there Seton instantly recognized the house.
"You're living with Embry," Seton asked excitedly.
Paul nodded.
Impulsively, Seton reached over and kissed Paul on the cheek and wrapped his arms around his neck.
"I'm so happy for you," Seton whispered in his ear, "getting to spend more time with the good half of your family."
"It's not that big of a deal," Paul voiced lowly loving how close the two of them were to each other.
"Yes it is," Seton argued he kissed him again, "now you can finally have a real home."
"Do you want to see my room," Paul offered looking down at his imprint hotly.
He didn't mean for that to come out as sexual but couldn't help a little of suggestion coming out of his voice.
Seton blinked up at him and then slowly kissed him on the lips.
"I would love to," Seton breathed.
Paul could feel his arousal rising already.
Hurriedly they rushed up the stairs and into Paul's bedroom. Paul slammed the door shut and locked the door closed.
Paul encircled Seton in his arms and kissed him passionately.
Feeling their body's rubbing against each other, Seton let out a small moan opening his mouth for all to see. Taking advantage of this, Paul passionately stuck his tongue in his mouth exploring his sweet cavern.
Slowly, Paul walked them backwards and onto the bed.
They rolled on it together fighting for control.
Seton moaned as Paul sucked on his neck sending shivers down his spine. He gripped the edges of his boyfriend's shirt trying to ease it upwards.
Paul looked down at the one he love passionately.
"Do you want to," Paul didn't need to say anything else.
"Yes," Seton nodded, "I love you Paul."
Smiling down at him fondly, Paul continued what he was doing to his neck.
"Oh Paul…"
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