Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Holiday Road

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 07:

Sam and Embry pulled up in front of the resort, had the valet take the truck, and checked in-requesting quiet rooms away from the wedding party.

“Interesting, you’re the second party with the same request. Let me see what I can do,” the attendant said. “You each have individual reservations. Would it be okay if I checked the two of you into separate rooms on the other side of the resort?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. We just want to be away from the couples.”

“Understandable.”

After receiving their room keys, they settled into their rooms then met back up in the lobby to have lunch together.

“What the heck is going on here?” Embry questioned, taking a look around. There was a crowd of young guys their age roaming around the lobby.

A woman in a suit, holding a clipboard, approached them. “This way.”

“Excuse me?”

“This way to the banquet hall. You don’t want to miss lunch, do you?”

Never ones to turn down free meals, the pair of them shrugged their shoulders and followed the crowd of men to the banquet hall. They got in line for the buffet.

“Hey, is this an all meals inclusive resort?” Sam questioned.

“Not that I know of.” Embry took a look around. “Where are the chicks? I only see old hags in suits. Aren’t there any chicks around here?”

“You’re right, there are no chicks. Couldn’t they pick a better resort?”

“It was probably Elder Clearwater and Leah. They’re probably insanely jealous and insisted on finding a chick-free resort.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Damn, look at this spread.”

“No kidding. Roast beef for lunch? I’m not complaining.”

Embry and Sam found a table to sit at. Other guys who introduced themselves as Andrei, Marco, and Greg soon joined them at the table, and they all began to make small talk with each other.

“So, whom are you represented by?” Marco asked with a thick Latin accent.

“Uh… excuse me?” Sam returned.

“Who is your agent?”

“Agent? For what?”

“Aren’t you here for the contest?”

“Huh?”

“They’re just kidding around,” Greg piped in. “I’ve seen them around.”

“You have?” Embry questioned. “Where?”

“You were at the auditions in Las Vegas last week?”

“Yeah, come to think of it, they were. Stop joking around. We’re all in the same boat here. We all want the contract.”

“You guys have bumped up your routine. Who’s your trainer?”

Trainer? Sam and Embry looked at each other quizzically. Clearly, they were somewhere they weren’t supposed to be.

“Dudes!” a familiar voice greeted. They looked up to see a grinning Paul carrying two huge plates of food. He nonchalantly took the open seat at their table and started chowing down.

“Damn, we’re in trouble if you’re the competition,” Greg murmured to him dejectedly.

“Yep, you sure are,” Paul replied.

“That’s pretty arrogant of you, man.”

“I know.” He smirked at the three guys and continued eating.

“How do you maintain your physique with all of those carbs you’re eating?” Andrei asked.

“It’s genetic.”

“Again with the arrogance.”

“Hey, I can’t help it if I don’t have to work at looking good.” He looked towards Sam and Embry and wagged his eyebrows. “Neither can these guys.”

“Well, our saving grace is that these three are limited in what they can do,” Greg stated smugly.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Paul looked menacing, and the three non-wolves actually shuddered.

“Face it, there aren’t too many romance novels featuring Indians.”

“Now, you see, this is where you’re wrong. The face of America is changing. Besides, we can pass for Latino with the correct lighting. Chicks dig Latin men. Oh, and we’re American Indian or Native American, Indians are from India.” Clearly, Paul wasn’t as confused as Sam and Embry. He turned to his two friends. “Eat up, we can’t eat like this everyday.”

“Paul, what the hell is going on?” Sam whispered to him.

“We’re at some sort of a romance novel cover model convention. Just play along and they’ll keep feeding us. Don’t blow our cover.”

“How did you find out about this?”

“Duh, can’t you see the huge sign on the stage or did you forget how to read?”

Sam and Embry turned towards the stage. Sure enough, it was as Paul described. They both gulped and started shoveling down their food while Paul coolly held a conversation with the three male models as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They wondered how he was keeping a straight face through it all.

Later, Sam asked Paul, “How did you know about all of those romance novels when the lady questioned you?”

“Are you kidding? I live in the same house as your mother and my wife. Have you seen all of the smut they read?”

“I’ve never really paid attention.”

“Yeah, well, I know when your mom is reading smut because her vibrator starts humming in the middle of the day.”

“I really didn’t need to hear that, Paul.”

“Yes, you did.”

“When did you guys get here anyway?” Embry asked to change the subject and ease the tension. He really didn’t need to hear about Sam’s mom masturbating.

“Like two in the morning. We drove straight through. Where’s Jake anyway?”

“No idea, he’s probably with his imprint.”

“Jake doesn’t have an imprint.”

“He does now. He imprinted at a McDonalds a couple of hours into our drive and he’s already marked her.”

“Man, the guy moves fast! What’s her name?”

“Lauren… she’s from Forks, but lives in Seattle.”

“Whoa… now that’s complicated. There’s never been an imprint living three hours away.”

“I know.”

“Speak of the devil, there he is.” Paul turned and yelled, “Yo! Jake!” He approached them looking glum. “You look like you just got hit by a Mack truck. You should be happy.”

“My imprint broke up with me.”

“Huh? Is that even allowed?”

“Yeah, it turns out she’s Bella Swan’s roommate and as soon as she found out I’m the Jacob Black who banned her friend from the reservation, she decided she’d rushed into her decision to be with me.”

“Damn, that’s some rotten luck.”

“Yeah, well, on top of that, Bella’s here with her other roommate Emily-also known as the one who was burned by Leah and Taylor Crowley.”

“Do Leah and Taylor know?”

“Yep, Bella basically told Leah that she refused to take the time to get to know her because she wanted to kick Taylor’s teeth in, and she said that in front of Taylor. Anyway, they checked into a room at this hotel and I haven’t seen them since.”

“How do Sue and Charlie feel?”

“They’re upset, of course, but what can they do?”

Sam shook his head. He felt horrible for the victims of the pack. Unfortunately, Bella Swan and Emily Young were once again going to be the unsuspecting victims of imprinting. Jake’s imprint would be unable to resist the pull and she would eventually cut all ties with her friends. It simply wasn’t fair.

He told his friends that he was going to take it easy in his room and took off to think. A moment later, Bella, Emily, and Lauren made their way down to the lobby. Jake immediately went to his imprint with Paul and Embry tagging along.

“Lauren, can we talk?”

“I’m busy, Jake. I was going to grab a bite to eat with my friends.”

“That’s fine. Can I join you?”

“Jacob, Bella’s not welcome on La Push… ergo you should not be pushing to join us for lunch.”

“Right, I want to talk to Bella about that, too. It’s been too long.”

“Go ahead, Lauren. Em and I will just grab some lunch together. You talk to Jake. Just call us later,” Bella suggested.

“I shouldn’t…”

“It’s okay,” Emily assured. “Just let us know your plans so we don’t worry.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Bella?”

“No, Jake. I have nothing to say to you. I did what you asked, and stayed away from La Push. Now do me a favor and stay away from me.”

“I’m sorry…” he called after her, but she didn’t turn around. Emily did though and her eyes met Embry’s before she took off with Bella.

“Did what I think happened just happen?” Paul questioned Embry who was standing stock still looking as if Cupid’s arrow had shot him straight in the tuckus.

“Yep,” he sighed.

“Fuck,” the three men groaned.

“What happened?” Lauren asked, clearly confused.

“Embry here just imprinted on your friend Emily.”

“Ooh, this is so cool.” Lauren then considered it fully. “Oh, poor Bella.”

“Yep, poor Bella,” they all agreed.