A/N: So I really wanted to do something like this, and I wanted to use a less popular couple. Brady and Collin. I hope you enjoy, and definitely feel free to leave reviews and helpful feedback :) Also, this is set for about five or six years after Breaking Dawn.

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Brady

"Hey!" Collin called out, running towards me through the rain. It was the last day of high school. How early, and far too soon, I kept thinking to myself. And I was worried too. Collin and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember. He was there the night that I phased for the first time, and helped me to understand what was happening. But here lately, we'd been growing apart. We were both music majors, but while I was far more interested in the classical side of things, he was a rocker. He reached me through the pouring rain, panting slightly at the effort he'd made. La Push was always wet. We rarely got any sun. But we were used to it.

"Hey," He said again, pushing his damp black hair out of his eyes.

"Hi," I answered, watching him carefully. He was recovering from the night before - his eighteenth birthday party. The rest of his family had gone out and he threw himself a party. I came over long enough to wish him a happy birthday and then cleared out of there. The rumors were he'd gotten wasted. Looked like the rumors were true. His uniform was wrinkled and slightly ruffled, his shirt not tucked in, and his blazer had a big dark stain on it. So much for looking nice. Between the two of us, he often relied on me to help keep everything on track.

"You wouldn't happen to..." He started, and I held up a bag, which contained my backup uniform. I had one for each day, and three back ups. On a good week, I never used them. On a rough week, I had to go and fish them out of the dirty clothes on the floor of Collin's room. "Thanks." He said, taking the bag from me. He clapped me on the back before disappearing into the school. I sighed heavily, making my way to English.

Mrs. Banner, one of the only decent teachers at the school, had assigned us one final book for the year - Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley. I'd loved it, but every last one of the students except for myself complained upon receiving it. I never was able to understand their aversion to good literature. Speaking of students with aversions to good literature, I just happened to bump into Seth Clearwater, our other best friend. Between the three of us, the teachers hated it when we were together.

"Hey Braid," he said, using my nickname. When we were younger, I'd kept my hair tied up in a braid to keep it out of my eyes, and my name was already Brady, so I got landed with Braid.

"Hi Seth. Were you at the party last night?" I asked, and he grinned largely.

"Totally man. Collin got wasted. Looked like hell too. Wound up in bed with Leah at some point," He said, shaking his head. I nearly gagged. Leah was Seth's older sister by like, four years. And she hated us. Well, at least it seemed like she did. It probably didn't help that she was the only girl in the pack either.

"Leah? What the hell?" I asked, and he just shrugged. We'd all seen her naked before because of the mind link, and well, when you're a wolf for the first time, you can't control when you burst into fur and claws. Plus your clothes get ripped to shreds. I guessed that the only good thing about it was that there hadn't been any vampires around here in a long time, and we hadn't had a reason to phase. Because of that, we'd started aging normally again. I had a moment of flashbacks from the big conflict. Faces swam before me, some friendly with golden eyes, others hostile and wild with crimson. Jacob had taken off with the Cullen's so that he could stay around Renesmee, and I couldn't exactly blame him. I knew what it was like, having an imprint.

The bell rang just as Seth and I took our seats. Mrs. Banner hadn't arrived yet, and Collin just barely made it into the room before the bell cut itself off. He winked at us before taking his normal seat in front of me.

"Where's your uniform?" I asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. He grinned at pointed out the window. I looked out and found myself shaking my head at the sight. He'd put it on the flag pole. Right beneath the American Flag.

"You're so dead," I muttered. He laughed and my stomach did a tiny flip. My imprint. He was a beautiful person, he truly was. I just hated that he didn't feel the same way about me. It hurt a lot, but I'd learned to suppress the emotions for the most part. It got really hard sometimes, and I think that he hated that he was hurting me the way that he was. I wasn't his imprint, he was mine. He didn't have one. But he couldn't stand the thought of having me be his eternal companion. We were like brothers to him.

"Not if I don't get caught," He replied, grinning again. And that was when Mrs. Banner came in, along with Ms. Young, the assistant principal.

"Told you," I whispered, receiving a deadly glare, to which I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Alright. Who was it?" Ms. Young said, her hands on her hips. She was a tiny little thing with bleach blond hair. But she had the voice of a gladiator, and to be quite honest, she was scary.

"Me," Collin said, almost immediately.

"Detention, Mr. Littlesea," She said.

"But Ms. Young! It's the last day of school!" Seth protested, and I sighed. This always happened.

"Detention for you too, Mr. Clearwater," She said, rolling her eyes. "I don't care if you're seniors. You still have to follow school rules. And Mr. Fuller?"

"Yes?" I asked, knowing what was next.

"See that your friends make it home okay," She said, smiling ruefully.

"Yes ma'am," I answered.

And with that, Ms. Young whisked off down the hallway, leaving Mrs. Banner to her class. She pushed some iron gray hair behind an ear, and lifted a stack of papers, which received a groan.

"Test time," She grinned.

Collin

The book was awful. The test was awful. The class itself had been awful all semester. I did have to give Mrs. Banner her props though - the woman was passionate.

I groaned as I glanced up at the clock - still three o'clock. And it didn't let out till 3:15. Not to mention the hour of detention. Everyone else thought the dirty uniform was a great joke - well, minus Brady, but he was always a spoil-sport here lately. It was really the wolf's fault. Brady didn't ask for the imprint thing to happen. It just kind of did.

When I first phased, it was out of irritation that I couldn't speak to him about any of it. I'd already phased and so had Seth - we just waited on Brady, knowing he would be next. He eventually just got so mad that everything took place very very fast. He hit the wolf earlier than any of us. And we were there. It was kind of that having to try and calm him down time. Once we got everything explained, he took a while to phase back, which is always the way that it works your first time. I walked out from the trees to bring him a change of clothes, and when he caught my eye, it happened - literally, with neither of us able to control anything. Brady imprinted on me.

The ending result didn't turn out very well. When you have an imprint, you are drawn to them, you'd do anything to keep them safe. And it was no different for Brady. But I wasn't gay, and there was no way in hell I was going to try. I know I was hurting him, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't. So we started to grow further and further apart. Until really we only spoke at school and every once and a while outside. He was my best friend. But this was pushing us away from each other. I hated to think about what it was going to be like when we graduated. Something told me that we wouldn't be on speaking terms any longer.

The bell finally rang out, and I grabbed all of my stuff, heading towards Mr. Hawk's room, the man who taught geometry, and just happened to have detention duty today. Good thing to - it wasn't really a detention with him, you did whatever you wanted. I pushed my way through the mounds of people trying to get out and into the sun for Summer time. I finally made it to the room and threw my crap down onto a desk, slamming into it.

"Mr. Littlesea," Mr. Hawk said.

"Hawk," I answered. Then Seth showed up, taking a seat beside me, closely followed by Brady, who already had a fucking book in his hand.

"The hell, Braid?" I asked, and he smiled, rolling his eyes. The cover said something like "The Awakening" or something like that. So we actually started talking. And it felt like old times. Until Seth asked about college.

"I'm not going," I said seriously, and they glanced at each other and then at me. "What?" I griped.

"Collin, do you really think that's a good decision?" Brady asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"The Weeping Angels have finally made their break, and there's no way I'm putting it on hold for more school," I answered. "What about you then, Mr. Responsible?"

"I'm going to major in performance and become a director maybe, or teach," Brady said, leveling a gaze at me.

"And I think I'm just going to go to law school like my dad," Seth said, but I was barely paying attention. I'd seen this gaze from Brady before. It was the sad one, the one that made me feel like shit for what I've done and I'm still doing.

"I'm out of here," I said suddenly, standing up and making for the door. I had to get out of there. God only knows what might have happened if I'd stayed.

I made it to my car, this little black Mustang GT, and threw my stuff into the passenger side. I revved the engine and tore out of there like a bat from hell. I locked my gaze on the road, bypassed my place, and made it to the base - the place where my band and I practiced. I threw open the door to the little garage, and flung myself onto the couch, putting my head in my hands. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. It was killing me to hurt Brady like this. But I just couldn't accept fate. This was my life, and I wasn't going to just let some bond get in my way.

About an hour later, I heard tires crunching on the gravel outside, and I jumped up, making myself look normal. A few seconds passed, accompanied by slamming doors and laughter, and the rest of my band entered the base. Jade, our keyboardist, was carrying some kind of paper work, a look of determination on her face. She was very tiny to be honest, only came up to my chest, but she had the longest hair I'd ever seen, it went down past her ass. And on top of that, the chick could really play the keys.

"What's up?" I asked, nodding at the work. She grinned, tossing me a pen and handing me the stack.

"Get to signing, Mr. Rockstar. That's a contract,"

"No shit!" I exclaimed, and the rest of them had been eyes too. Garret, our guitarist, looked dumbfounded. He pushed back some of his blond hair behind his ear, exposing a wire-thin scar that ran down his temple to his chin, and kept going down his neck. No one knew how he got it, and we hadn't bothered to ask.

"This is what you've been doing every time you cancel practice?" He asked, and Jade nodded, smiling.

"Well, I guess she finally got something right," John, our bassist said. He was one of those big, buff guys that you wouldn't think could do much, but the man had a killer musical talent.

"Oh shut up," Ariana. Said. Ariana was our drummer, and both she and Jade were dating - yep. Musical lesbians in a rock band.

I got to signing while they tuned up everything, and I did some small vocal warm ups. After I got everything finished, I took my place behind my mic, and practice began.