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Seth's POV

"What?"

"We're going to visit the Wilders for the summer," my mom repeated.

"No. I'm not going."

"Seth, we haven't seen the Wilders in three years. What do you have against them?"

"Their daughter." I couldn't believe she actually expected me to go all the way to Maine to spend my summer with the Wilders. This was ridiculous. Sure, I liked Brendan, their son, who was two years older than me, but Mollie? We had never exactly been friends. Not when they lived here in La Push, and not now that they lived across the country. Mollie had never hesitated to tell me that she wouldn't mind if I went and jumped off a cliff, and I felt the same way about her.

-

"You're what?" Embry had said when I told him about the conversation I'd had with my mom.

"I know. It's insane. Mom's finally lost it."

He looked thoughtful "You know, I think I'll go with you. Give you some moral support with the whole Mollie situation," he told me. I looked over at him. We were at his house on the couch. I knew he didn't want to go to give me moral support. Brendan had been one of his best friends when they lived in La Push, and Embry hadn't seen him in the five years since they'd moved away.

Before I could respond, Embry's mom came through the door, carrying bags of groceries. "Hey boys, can you go get the rest of the bags?"

"Sure, Mom," Embry said, standing up from his spot on the couch and walking towards the door, "if I can go to Maine with Seth for a couple months."

Anne nearly dropped the bags she was holding "A couple months? Embry what-" but we were already out the door.

The next morning I was woke up by my mom yelling at me. "Seth! Phone!"

I climbed out of bed and went to get the phone. "What?" I mumbled, not fully awake.

"Got my plane ticket." Embry.

"What plane tick-Oh! You convinced your mom to let you go?" I suddenly didn't feel so tired. And I definitely felt better about the trip now that Embry was going with.

"Wasn't that hard. Mom's a pushover."

"Alright well we're leaving in four days." I took in a breath and smelled bacon. "I'll talk to you later," I said hanging up the phone and running downstairs to eat.

-

Before I knew it, it was Monday morning and Embry, Leah, Mom, and I were getting on the plane. "Okay, I understand you want to get there early, but did we really have to get a flight for six in the morning?" I asked, holding back a yawn.

Mom laughed but Leah said, "I agree, now I have to sit through this entire flight with him next to me snoring." I shot her a look and she smirked at me. I knew she would be somewhat right, that I would sleep the whole way there, but I do not snore.

We took our seats and listened to the flight attendant talk for a minute before taking off. Within minutes, I was asleep. When I woke up, I could hear a voice saying that we would be arriving soon. I yawned and stretched out my arms, 'accidentally' hitting Leah on the side of the head. "Sorry," I smirked at her.

"Oh, you will be," she muttered.

Mom shot me a warning look and I turned to Embry. "How was the flight? I guess I kind of missed it."

"Well," he said, "It would have been better if you weren't snoring the whole time." I punched him in the arm.

"I do not snore."

"Alright, my bad," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt and standing up. We had landed and people were starting to file off the plane. We grabbed our carry-on bags from the overhead compartment and walked through the tunnel thing off the plane. At 6'4", Embry's head nearly touched the ceiling, so he had to duck a little bit.

When we were out of the tunnel thing, I glanced around, as did the other three. Mom spotted them first and pointed them out. "There's the Wilders," she said. I looked over to where she was pointing. I saw Dave Wilder first, as he was the tallest. His blonde hair stood out among the rest of his family's dark, reddish brown hair. I looked to his left. There stood his wife, Penny. She had a huge smile on her round face. Her right hand was holding onto Dave's and her left was waving at us frantically. Her short hair that framed her face was bouncing as she jumped up and down to get our attention. Next to her was their son, Brendan. He had grown since I had seen him last, but was still not as tall as Embry or I. When I looked at who I knew would be standing next to him, I expected to feel extreme hatred. But instead, I could only feel amazed. My jaw dropped. Mollie was standing there, tapping her foot, staring at the wall, and all I could think was how incomplete my life had been until this moment.

I had imprinted.