A/N: Do NOT ask me what this is, okay? Because I don't know. My mind goes insane sometimes. I should be studying, but I really don't want to. And, you know, there's the fact that I FORGOT MY FREAKING BOOK.

And just to let you know, Delilah is gone. So now it's all Zoey doing her writing.

Anyways...

Disclaimer: Me. Don't. Own. I just like to play with characters. :)


Seth POV

I swear that someday I am going to kill the person who decided that it would be a funny joke to have me imprint on a visitor. A visitor that is Jake's cousin. A visitor that is seventeen years old, just like me, but practically engaged.

There is something wrong with America.

And there is also something wrong with the universe, if they want me to imprint on a girl who will be gone in one week.

To get frickin married. I mean, what is that?

Her parents are obsessed with this one guy, and even though she supposedly doesn't like him, her parents are forcing her to marry him.

And not only is she getting married, and leaving, she also hates me. She thinks I'm a stalker.

And she also thinks that I belong in a mental home, since Paul started talking about how I sometimes hear Irish voices in my head. That was ONE time, and it was only because we were watching a retarded movie in History that had too many big words for me to understand, and I was extremely bored. And then I started saying stuff to myself in my head, (Don't act like that makes me crazy, you all do it too!) and for some reason it started turning into an Irish voice, saying stuff about red hair and...

Oh, how ironic that my imprint has red hair. And this was BEFORE she came along.

Oh, universe. How I hate you.

"The universe hates you, too, Seth."

Oh. I spoke out loud?

Paul chuckled. "Yes, Seth, you did."

Well, fuck.

"Language, young Sethikins."

...Sethikins?

"Yes. That's what I'm officially calling you."

I really need to stop talking out loud. No one needs to hear my pathetic thoughts.

"No, we don't, Seth. So maybe we should tape your mouth shut."

And maybe we should tape your 'private squares' shut! See how fun you are then!

He stared at me blankly for a few seconds, and it was then that I realized that the one time I want to speak out loud, I don't.

Maybe I'm retarded.

"Yes. You are."

"You know what? Just...just go away, Paul."

He smirked. "Gladly." Then he got up and walked out, shouting over his shoulder, "Have fun with Jake today! I hear he and Carly are going to Seattle tonight! And they're inviting you."

He laughed while I groaned.

Well, Jake might be inviting me. Carly wouldn't be. As I stated earlier, she thinks I'm a stalker.

But what are you supposed to do when you imprint? She's your perfect other half.

Although when Edward met her, he thought she and I would never work. (Though he never said anything like that, it was pretty obvious.) She's sarcastic and annoying and cynical and cryptic...

And I'm Seth. I have 'the purest mind' according to Edward. I'm not what you'd call shy, but I don't purposely pick out arguments, and I try to stop them if I can. I say what's on my mind, (usually, just as long as it won't get me ripped to pieces) and although I'm a werewolf/shapeshifter/morph into a giant ball of fur, I don't willingly go into danger unless it has to do with bloodsuckers. (Yes, I call them that. Just not the Cullens. Except Rosalie. I call her a bloodsucker sometimes. Especially when she looks like she's going to eat me just to get my smell out of the house.)

But at this point, it doesn't matter, because from what Sam's told me, if Carly really does leave and go back to London, then I'll end up following her soon after.

And then I'll really be a stalker.

And what am I going to do if my imprint puts a restraining order on me?

Probably go insane.

Damn imprinting.

Damn these stupid wolf genes that make me imprint.

And damn Carly.

Well...Okay, no, I take that back. I can't really say anything bad about her...

Which just pisses me off more. It's like I get no choice. Jake tried to describe imprinting as a shortcut to love, that you'd end up with that person even without imprinting, but imprinting made it easier, stronger.

Well, I disagree, Jacob. Would you be with Renesmee if you hadn't imprinted? I think not. (Although that's probably because the pack would have tried to kill her by now.)

As for the other part, stronger, sure. Easier? No way. You're tied to the girl forever. If she doesn't live, you most likely won't. And if she's not there, you're in pain. You're tied to her from the first time she looks at you. How is that easier? If there was no imprinting, then I'd be able to let Carly merrily go on her way.

But thanks to these stupid wolf genes, I'm stuck being miserable for the rest of my life.

"You know, Seth, sometimes I wonder if your brain works right."

Oh. Joy. Paul was back. Does he ever go away?

He laughed and even though I wasn't looking at him, I knew he was smirking. I also knew that he was probably right about the whole mind not working thing, considering that I always seem to talk without knowing it. Pretty soon, I'll probably end up spewing crap about blue unicorns and sea foam porcupines.

I have a feeling if that happens, Sam will throw me into that pretty white room himself.

"I mean, you've still got a week until she leaves. And the imprint is strong, Seth, you both feel it. So instead of sitting around here moping, why don't you go and try and show her that you're not a stalker? She should start to feel something after a few days. You can try and see if there's a way she can stay..."

I went stiff as a board, (hehe, that's a weird expression) and considered what he was saying.

It actually wasn't a bad idea. I could try and convince her to stay...

She would feel the imprint. If I was nice to her, if I was myself, then she would know she felt something for me. But would that be enough to make her stay?

It was worth a shot.

After all, I wouldn't want any of those scary blue unicorns to come and get me. Or the sea foam porcupines. Those things are terrifying.

Even worse are the yellow turtles. See any of those, and you should run far far away.

So I shall call it...Operation Blue Unicorn.

Yeah, so...Totally pointless. But I was bored.

And the Irish voices thing and the weirdly colored animal references (blue unicorn, yellow turtle, etc.) are all from Seattlelover7. And yes, she knows. She's an amazing writer, and you should SO go check out her stories.

Not sure if I'm going to continue this. I planned on it being a one-shot, but then I ended it that way...

Anyways, review please! And if you don't, then go check out the Seattlelover7 stories. She deserves way more reviews than she gets.

~Zoey~