Seth:

The night was absolutely beautiful, a thick forest under a full moon is always beautiful, but something about tonight made it extra special. I was thankful when Jacob told me that it was my turn to take the night patrol.

Nights at the Cullen house are torturous. Well…they are torturous to the only single person in the house, which is ME! The moaning and thumping drove me into insanity; I hung out on the porch most nights. Leah would visit me sometimes, but now that she found a steady boyfriend she had less time. So patrolling was my only comfort.

However, patrolling isn't always an escape, as much as I want it to be. A boy can feel a lot of pressure being the only single person in the house. Jasper has Alice, Edward has Bella, Rosalie has Emmett, Renesmee has Jacob, and even Leah has started a "serious" relationship.

I usually used patrolling to imagine the girl I was going to imprint on. I imagined that she would be opened minded and willing to try anything; she might have to be in order to cope with her soul mate being a werewolf. I imagined her able to hold a conversation and be naturally friendly. I imagined her walking into my life soon. I imagined different scenarios of how we would meet and how she would fall in love with me. Patrolling was my escape to her, the imprint I was already in love with.

I tried to keep these thoughts hidden as much as I could; it would be embarrassing if everybody knew how much of a romantic I was.

These thoughts also brought on waves of depression, I hadn't found my imprint, and I was alone. I would never say anything to anybody, or think about it while near Edward, but I felt truly alone in the Cullen house.

I used to talk to my sister because she was having trouble coping with the vampires, but now she had a boyfriend. I also used to call my Mom when I felt lonely, but now she was growing more and more attached to Charlie, and he made her happy, so I left them alone.

I had searched for my imprint at school, but never found her. I memorized every girl in my graduating class's face. All of them pretty, but all of them I knew and had known for several years. I needed to see new faces, I needed to leave Forks and search for my soul mate, but Jacob's pack needed me.

I was on my own.

Anyhow, it was easy to ignore feeling lonely when you're having so much fun patrolling. I wasn't looking out for dangerous vampires like I should have been, I rarely did on routine patrols; I was always distracted by my speed.

I slowed down to my normal pace and phased when I could see the sun peeking over the horizon. Patrol was over.

I walked into the house and headed to my bedroom for a nap. Edward and Bella were at their cottage, Jacob was playing with Renesmee in the backyard, Emmett and Rosalie were…occupied, Alice and Jasper were staring into each others eyes, Carlisle was reading to Esme, and Leah was still out with her date. Everything was normal in the house. I was on my way to my room alone, which was more than normal for me.

The pack lived with the Cullens now. Leah finally got over herself and agreed to it. She was the quietest person in the house, but was getting used to it day by day. It was easy for me to get along with everybody, Emmett was my new pal, Alice bought me clothes I never wore, and Edward was always awesome to me, along with everybody else in the house. Rosalie was Rosalie and I respected that.

I slept the whole day, and when I woke up, I was bored out of my mind. The Cullens were at it again and my only sanctuary would be at least thirty miles away, at the rate they were going. So I walked out the door, into the night, phased and ran until I found the creek I always visited on nights like these. Still a wolf, I curled up to think about the girl I didn't have.

I remembered one of Leah's conversations with Alice about the guys she dated, I usually tuned them out but now that I was interested I listened in. They always tossed around the word "type". Jasper was Alice's "type", and Leah couldn't find her "type". I had heard the word before but never considered what my "type" was until I was lying beside the creek in the middle of the night while the couples in the house had their fun.

I imagined she would be beautiful, but not in the stereotypical sense. Blonde with big breasts defiantly wasn't my "type". I liked dark hair, and pale skin. The girls that caught my eye at school were the ones with smaller breasts and bigger brains. The girls that people didn't always notice, because they kept to themselves, they held my interest. I wanted her to be positive like me, but I wouldn't mind if she wasn't because I would take pleasure in making her happy. But what would happen if I never found my imprint?

My internal monologue was making me even more frustrated. My usually happy, positive self was fading away. I shifted back into my human state, but before I could pull my pants up I heard a blood curdling scream from behind me. I turned around in shock and felt the world lift off of my shoulders and handed to the most beautiful girl in the world.

I finally imprinted, AWESOME! The fact that she had just seen me phase, and was probably freaked out of her mind, was beyond me for a moment. She had the most frightened look in her eyes, and I wanted to kill myself knowing that I was the one who put it there.

I lifted my hands into a surrendering position, not knowing what else to do.

"No, it's okay!" I yelled hands in the air, "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise!"

Tears started to leak from her beautiful eyes. She was still scared, I didn't know what else to do, but I desperately needed her to stop crying. The tears were killing me.

"Do you need a hug?" I said as a last resort, she looked at me like I was the stupidest creature on earth. I didn't care, I found my imprint and I was going to try anything to make her like me back.

She started laughing, a slightly hysterical sound bubbled from her lips. I marveled in the high pitched tones, but after ten minutes of admiring her laugh, I decided she needed help.

I walked towards her slowly and took her hand, and she stopped laughing immediately. I tried pulling her towards the Cullen's house, but she fainted in my arms.

While walking to the Cullen's I observed her beautiful face, Her skin glowed in the moonlight, her lips were parted in the most inviting way, she was absolutely perfect for me. My imprint.

The Cullen's weren't done with their fun by the time I walked through their door, but didn't care. I placed my imprint on the most comfortable sofa in the room before I shouted, "I imprinted, and she's in shock!" I ran around the house knocking on doors, and yelling, "I imprinted and she's in shock! She needs help! I accidentally phased in front of her and now she won't wake up!" After a few minutes the family came out of their rooms and ran towards the sofa she was sleeping on. I needed to take a huge chill pill, because I was finally freaking out!

Carlisle was the first one down the stairs, still buttoning up his shirt, he kneeled down beside her beautiful, unconscious form and did all that doctor stuff that I didn't quite understand. When he was finished he turned to me.

"She is in a state of shock, good job figuring that out Seth." He smiled as if nothing was wrong. While my soul mate was unconscious! "Don't worry she should wake up soon."

Still annoyed at the world I said the only words I could bare to utter "Your fly is down."

As scared as I was I couldn't help but admire her sleeping form. She had dark hair and a pretty face. A perfect body also, you would either have to be gay or a chick not to look at her breasts.

Somebody behind me cleared their throat. I turned around half knowing who it was, and sure enough Edward was smirking in my direction. I blushed. My thoughts were definitely not admirable. Who would fall in love with me?

"No Seth you were right, someone would definitely have to be gay not to look. You're a man, men look at breasts, don't sweat it." He said to me as if nobody could hear him. But they could! Even Carlisle was having trouble keeping the smile off his face.

"Very funny, but seriously, what do I do when she wakes up."

"Hide!" Emmett shouted from the back of the room, trying to be funny. I wasn't having it, but his idea slowly started to make sense. She wouldn't want to see me when she woke up, so I dragged my pathetic self up the stairs vaguely hearing everyone yelling at Emmett.

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