A/N: This is just an idea that struck me some time ago, and since I don't want to clutter up my real stories with these drabbles, I am just going to post them under a separate title. I will be posting the links to each chapter along with the respective video/audio that goes with it

1. You must listen to the song playing while reading the chapter. :)
2. Not all the chapters will be about the wolves alone. There might be a couple that have other characters in them, both original and Stephenie's.
3. They will be posted at random times with no real time-table, just whenever they strike me.
4. I would love to hear from you guys about songs that I could use, or about couples/groups you would like to me to match a song with.
5. Lastly - this is just a lark for me to write so please don't be mean in reviews :( You can tell me if the song doesn't match or anything else, but if this idea seems like a waste of time to you, then please read my other stories instead. This one is just for kicks.

I will post the name of the song, the artist, and where applicable, the version of the song at the beginning of the chapter. I will also post the characters involved at the same time.

Love you all for still reading my stuff !

Loves

Niamh

Song: Smile
Artist: Uncle Cracker
Characters: Since this is the first chapter I am writing like this, I will leave the identity of the wolf and his respective imprint up to you. I would love to know who you thought it was about though. Let me know who you thought of when you read it.

The opening bars of the song filtered through the noisy buzz of the talking that went on around the beach bonfire. This was a new development that the pack had adopted.

The elders still presided over the bonfires on the clifftop. They still told the legends. It was still a serious matter.
That tradition was untouched.
But the pack themselves had slowly taken it upon themselves to start a tradition of their own. Every 1st Saturday of the month is when the elders' bonfire would take place. Weather permitting of course.
So every 3rd Saturday, they congregated on the beach, just the wolves and their imprints and even some friends - although they weren't let into the secret. It was a way for them to hang out, cut loose and let their hair down.
It had nothing to do with the fact that the imprints would have all hung out there anyway - swapping stories or pranks that could mean trouble for the wolves. They weren't worried about that at all.

You're better then the best
I'm lucky just to linger in your light
Cooler than the flip side
Of my pillow, that's right

The firelight danced around them, throwing shadows on the cliff face behind, reflecting prettily on the waves in front. As the last of the sun's warmth drained from the sand, the boys made sure to keep an eye on the fire, building it up when it showed signs of dying down. Allowing anyone to get cold was unthinkable. Most of the wolves there were imprinted, and the ones that weren't regarded the others' imprints as close family. They were a tight-knit group and they all enjoyed that closeness.
Sitting around the bonfire, making smores, laughing at Quil's attempt to keep a toddler amused, it was a happy scene. Someone had even thought to bring a portable radio and the song playing pulled at his heart-strings, as he watched her across the fire. She had gone over to talk to a couple of the other imprints, and as if sensing his eyes on her, she turned and gave him a small half-smile before diving back into her conversation.

Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where
You send me, lets me know that it's okay
Yeah, it's okay
And the moments where my good times start to fade

He hadn't asked for this. Any of it. Being a shape-shifter, a tribal protector, a massively large man-child who could become a monster at will. He hadn't asked for her either. His perfect foil. She was his other half, his everything precious. She made him consider aspects of life he hadn't thought of before. His initial reaction to being a shape-shifter had been to dwell on the circumstances of his change. He had been looking at the What and the How. She had come along and made him look at the Why.

You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed
Sing like bird, dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile

Her hold on his heart was permanent. And as she shot him another quick half-smile, he knew he wouldn't change that for the world.
As the words being sung penetrated his thoughts, he smiled to himself and realized how perfectly she had fit into his life. How perfectly the words described her.

Even when you're gone,
Somehow you come along just like
A flower pokin' through the sidewalk crack
And just like that
You steal away the rain, and just like that

Standing, he walked away from the log they had been sharing earlier, and approached the tiny group that were currently debating the seriousness of what had been said by someone to someone else. Following the wisdom of men handed down from ages past, he never attempted to make sense of female discussions. She turned to face him, merry laughter dying on her lips, being replaced with that smile he loved above all else. Without speaking, he took her hand and drew her to him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, too tiny to reach his shoulders, she leaned her head on his chest and snuggled into his shoulder, a familiar pose. Holding her close, he rested his chin on her head and breathed in the smell of her shampoo.

You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed
Sing like a bird, dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile

He smiled to himself again as he realized she was gently swaying them to the music, singing softly, almost to herself. In fact, without his superhuman hearing, he wouldn't have heard her at all.

Don't know how I lived without you
'Cause every time that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile

Feeling suddenly fierce about his emotions for the girl in his arms, he clutched her even tighter, ignoring her quizzical expression as to the change in his demeanor.

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild

Seeing the two of them swaying prompted a couple of the other girls to drag their respective wolves up to dance as well, although not all of them were co-operative.

You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed
Sing like bird, dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild

Oh, you make me smile

That much was true. She did make him smile.

A/N: All I can ask for now is a review or two.
Loves

N