(JPOV)

I was racing towards the end of the forest, getting closer to the line of trees, I started to phase back. I grabbed a pair of grey sweats off of the ground and threw them on, continuing running and dodging trees as I went. I was still pumped about winning the race against Paul to Emily's house earlier, and wanted to get back there so I can watch Quil give Jared the five bucks he owed him for betting against me.

I stopped running when I reached the end of the trees, and started with a brisk pace to the front of the house. I told my dad I would be back from patrol an hour ago and wasn't looking forward to the argument that awaited me when I got home. I put my hand on the door knob but held it there when I heard a small laugh from the kitchen. It was a girl's laugh and I wondered if I should give my dad some privacy. Maybe since I was so late he resorted to calling up an old girlfriend or something to come hang out.

I took a deep breath, coming to the conclusion that my dad didn't really know any women besides my friend Seth's mom Sue, who was a town elder like my dad, and if he was doing Sue, then I'd better get in there and stop it.

The giggling kept up and I decided to intervene.

"What smells so good?" I plastered a smile as I walked into the kitchen.

The girl standing in the kitchen most certainly wasn't Sue. This girl had hazelnut honey hair the hung in ringlets down to her chest, and silvery grey eyes. She was short. No, that's an understatement, she was REALLY short. She towered Billy in his wheel chair by about two heads, her head reaching up a little below my shoulders. Her features were small, which accommodated her face well. She looked like a glass doll. Her eyes were a little bigger then normal eyes were and her completely full lips weren't covered in nonsense makeup. In fact, she didn't wear makeup at all, she didn't need it, she was naturally beautiful. She looked up at me and smiled, saying something about pies. I starred into her eyes fiercely. Why couldn't I just imprint on her! She was exactly what my dream girl looked like, yet no matter how hard I strained my eyes, I couldn't get myself to do it.

She looked nervous from my glare, so I stopped and held out my hand.

"I'm Jacob." She took my hand and shook it fiercley, she puffed out her chest and sucked in a deep breath, deeping her voice considerabley, and crunched up her face to try to look tough.

"Bree." She said with one final shake and let go of my hand. She exhaled the breath she had been holding in and let out a laugh, I joined in.

"Bree just came over to drop off some pie, but after tasting it I made her stay and teach me how to make it. She just moved into the house next door." My dad was babbling excitedly and his smile was so bright that I couldn't help but smile back.

"It's hardly that good." Bree rolled her eyes with a smile and took the pie out of the oven.

"I'll be the judge of that." I said cockily, standing up to my fall 6'4 height and grabbing a piece of pie.

"Jake! Hey man you missed it! It was crazy! Paul started doin' this girl in Emily's house and Sam totally just threw them both out completely naked!" Jared's exciting voice came running through the door, but stopped when he saw Bree.

He raised his eyebrows at me briefly, obviously wanted to know if she was my imprint, I shook my head and introduced them.

"Bree, this is Jared, Jared, Bree." They shook hands and by the time they were done, Jared's face was consumed in a smile.

"Pie?" Bree asked with a smile, tilting her head like the perfect house wife.

"Don't mind if I do." Jared accepted the plate she handed to him and sat across from me at the table.

Bree turned and started wiping down the counter, only stopping to smile to hear Jared moan in pleasure after taking a bite.

"Marry me?" He asked, his smile was joking but his eyes showed that he wasn't completely kidding.

"No marry me!" I cut in. Bree rolled her eyes and handed us each another piece of pie.

"No me!" Embry called from outside and we all let out a short laugh.

"Gladly!" Bree called back with a giggle.

"Who am I marrying?" Embry asked, confused as he walked into the kitchen.

"I'm just gonna go take my nap." My dad said awkwardly from the corner of the kitchen.

Bree leaned down and gave him a hug before he rolled off into his room.

"Embry, meet Bree." I gestured to Bree.

"What you meant to say was meet your future wife." Embry corrected.

"No, What he meant to say, was shut up, sit down and have some pie." Bree cut in with a laugh and handed him a plate of pie.

We all sat eating for a while, except for Bree who washed her hands delicately.

"How old is my fiancée?" Embry asked after he finished his pie.

"17." Bree laughed at our shocked expressions. She was so tiny I barely thought she'd be 14.

"But your so…" Jared started.

"Tiny." I finished. We busted out laughing at Bree's fake scowl.

"Well I better get home before I get killed for being so late." Bree said with an eye roll, noticing it was 5 in the afternoon.

"Wait! Do you wanna do something later?" Jared ran up to her side and held her shoulder forcing her to stay a minute longer.

"If my fiancee doesn't mind." She said with an over the top wink as she elbowed Jared lightly.

"We can go to Emily's." Embry suggested.

"Yeah, she would love to meet you, she's quiet a cook herself." I chimed in.

"Great, I'd love to swap recipes." Bree giggled at how girly she sounded.

"I'll pick you up at 7!" I called after her as she walked out the door.

"Or I could walk to your house…you know, since I live right next door." She laughed and continued out the door and over to her house.