A/N: So here is my second fanfic, but my first Twilight fic. I'm introducing a new character right off the bat, because I want our sweet Seth to have a sweet friend. I began this as a one-shot, but the more I write, the more I realize I might just make a story out of this. Please read and review. If you write fics, you know how important the feedback is.

"Hey, Raven!" Jacob yelled from across the beach. He ran towards me and my heart flipped in my chest. Seeing Jacob emerge from the woods meant that Seth should be right behind him and I couldn't wait to see my Seth.

"Hey, Jake," I said putting my books back into my backpack. I'd finished up my homework waiting for them to emerge so now I had the rest of the weekend free. It always amazed me that they could run so fast and not be out of breath. "Is Seth behind you?" I could feel the blush creep up my neck and I was very grateful for my bronze skin and the fact the cool night air already made my cheeks pink. I'd like to think that was the case, anyway.

"Yeah. Nessie was scratching behind his ears and you how he gets when his leg gets shaking," Jacob grinned his toothy white smile at me. I could see why so many of the girls down here were willing to throw their panties at him, but they didn't know about imprinting. And, they didn't know that Jake had imprinted on his best friend's baby.

I wasn't supposed to know about the pack or imprinting since only imprints were supposed to be let in on the secret. I had not imprinted on anyone, though sometimes it felt like I had. I have always had a deep fascination with the tribal histories and I spent a lot of time with Billy Black recording them so they could be compiled into one grand volume. Billy stressed that the wording be very specific so that the legends don't morph over time. The first evening I spent there was learning the training that tribal bards had to undertake just to be able to tell the histories accurately and with the same inflection every time they were recited. He demonstrated the difference it could make if one word were emphasized more than another. I was enthralled and Billy was glad to have an avid listener.

I returned the Black's tiny red house about twice a week for the next month listening to different legends and recording them. I loved them and soaked them in. I typed up the manuscripts. Billy read them for accuracy and made corrections the gave them back to me to finish. It began as a school project, but I really wanted to chronicle the stories so that they wouldn't be lost. Besides, it didn't seem to me, at the time, like the younger generation of Quileute boys were too interested in preserving the traditions. I had just asked Billy if he had noticed the same when Jacob came barreling into the house completely naked. "Hey dad! Did you…" Jacob stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me and then quickly ducked into the kitchen. "Sorry, Raven," Jake called from behind the wall chuckling.

"Son, I told you that Raven was going to be here tonight recording the legends," Billy said in his deep baritone voice rolling his eyes. Jacob must have had some shorts in the kitchen because when he came back out he was clad in cut off sweats holding an apple.

"I know, I just forgot. Has he been boring you to tears?" He asked taking a bite out of his apple and nodding to his less than amused father in a wheelchair. I was speechless. I had just seen Jacob Black completely naked and he was acting like nothing happened. If I could sell the memory to the other girls on the Res I could afford that new laptop I'd been eyeing for the past six months. But Jacob didn't look ruffled at all. I closed my mouth, which I realized had fallen open. He didn't need to think I was chasing after him.

"Ah…no?" I stammered. "Jacob, why were you outside naked?" I asked not hiding the fact that I had actually seen his buff and tan body streak into the kitchen. "And Billy, why aren't you upset?" Billy and I had developed a rather comfortable relationship over the past month and I could tell by his lack of reaction that this wasn't really an odd occurrence. It was that night that Billy told me the legends were true. And that since I had shown such a keen interest in the tribal histories as well as an aptitude at recording and telling them, that he and the council decided that I should know the secret. Jacob phased right there in the living room when I refused to believe them. His massive wolf leaving little room for anything else and again I saw copper of his rear as he ran back into the kitchen to get redressed.

That is when I learned that my best friend, Seth, was also part of the pack. Seth and I had grown up together and were inseparable until he phased the first time. That was when he quit talking to me. I had never been more hurt and more lost in my entire life. Seth was like the moon pulling my moods like the tide. When he wasn't there, I was low and he was gone for months without a word. It was, perhaps the lowest point of my short fifteen years. When I began the school project and talking to Billy about the histories, it took my mind off my sadness. It was a welcomed distraction and I was grateful that the distraction led to the solution.

It had been Jacob's doing that he began talking to me again. Jake saw how much it hurt Seth to stay away from me. He convinced Sam that talking to friends not in the pack was essential to keeping the pack a secret. So, Seth started calling me on the phone. I was so grateful to have any contact with him. Then, when he joined Jake's pack, he was allowed to see me whenever he wasn't patrolling. Of course I didn't know what he was doing until Billy told me.

So, here I was, almost three years later, and I had slowly admitted to myself that I was falling for my best friend who was stuck in the body of a fifteen year old. I was pulled from my thoughts as I saw him burst through the trees as I thought about his physical age. Okay, he was a very mature and very buff fifteen year old. Jake was frozen at sixteen, but he looked twenty-five; Seth looked about twenty. Thinking about this always depressed me, though. I was not a beautiful and fit specimen of womanhood. I was not a petite and beautiful little Bella Swan. I have always been chunky, but the months without Seth I had made food my best friend. I stuck my pinky nail between my teeth, but couldn't hold back my smile as Seth's pace slowed about ten feet in front of me. I stood up to give him a hug. I hadn't seen him in a few days.

"Hey beautiful!" He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground and swung me in circles. He called me beautiful enough that I almost believed it. Almost. He had to know how I felt about him. But we had known each other for so long, and we were just so comfortable with each other, I didn't know how to cross to something…more. I giggled because his strength made me feel little and petite as he whirled me round and round.

"What do you have planned? Jake says I have two whole days off!" He set me down on the ground and his arm snaked around my waist when I stumbled dizzily backwards.

I had been planning for days and I made Jacob promise he wouldn't call Seth out. There wasn't a threat anymore with only 'good' vampires around. "Not much," I lied. "Mom is away for the weekend so I figured we could have an old time movie night like we used to have." I loved that he smiled at that idea.

"It's not all chick flicks, is it?" he asked as he hooked his arm around my neck and pulled me along in a playful manner. He reached down with his other hand and picked up my backpack. "You better have gotten some good ole action flicks, too."

"Do you know me?" I asked with a terrible Italian accent. "Do I know you?" I was talking with my hands, which was kind of difficult because he was still holding me by my neck. "Of course I got some action movies!"

Seth snorted as he let me go. "What impersonation are you trying to do?" He pulled me into his side. I wondered if he knew what he was doing to me. He couldn't or he would stop and I certainly wasn't going to tell him. I relished every touch no matter how playful or how-friendly.

"I don't know," I answered keeping the terrible accent up. "I just like tryin' ta do dis accent!"

Jacob had walked on in front of us headed towards his little house. He looked back at Seth. "You two be good!" he called. "And don't keep him up too late, Raven! I need him well rested."

"For what?" I asked. I was seriously confused. Jacob was walking backwards in front of us and he stopped. "It's just the bad vamps are gone, right? Why are you running so many patrols?" I asked for clarification.

Jacob smirked at me. "Constant vigilance!" He yelled at me, pointing his finger at me.

"You read them?" I cried. "How many of them so far?"

Jacob looked a little sheepish and his smirk turned into a guilty smile. Seth is the one who answered, "Nessie is reading them to him and they just finished four." I snorted before I could help myself.

"Your two-year-old imprint is reading Harry Potter to you?" I doubled over with laughter. "I'm writing that down in the chronicles. That's one for the history books!" Before I knew what was happening, my feet left the ground and I was flung over Jacob's shoulder, my long hair hanging almost down to his knees. He was spinning me around in circles and I was really glad I hadn't eaten dinner yet.

I was smacking his butt and screaming for him to put me down when both of us heard a growl. When we both looked over, Seth's whole body was shaking and he looked like he was about to phase. I had never seen him like that before. Jacob placed me back on my feet looking around for the threat that was causing Seth to be so angry.

"What is it, Seth?" Jacob asked, anxious. I couldn't take my eyes off of Seth. He wasn't shaking anymore and his angry face softened into a contrite smile at me.

"Nothing," he finally aswered. "I didn't like the sound of Raven screaming." He flashed Jacob a look which seemed to say a little more than his words, but I didn't understand what would have caused him to lose control like that and almost phase.

"I'm sorry." Jacob mumbled seeming to realize what it was all about. He looked back at me. "Remember, he needs to be well rested for Monday morning."

A/N: If you're reading please review-even if you're starting long after it's completed. I'm going back to try to catch my mistakes. I love hearing what you think about the story. I thrive on reviews, folks, they make me happy. :) I hope you enjoy my little story.

Next Chapter:

I didn't know what came over me. Jacob already had Nessie and I know how he feels about her. Was he upset that I let her scratch behind my ears earlier? Why am I so upset about him picking up my girl? Was Raven my girl? I know I haven't imprinted. I feel a strong connection to Raven, but it isn't like what I've seen in the minds of Jacob, Quil, and Sam.

"Come on." Raven smiled and tugged on my hand. She was leading me to her car. I draped my arm around her shoulders again and we headed towards movie night.