Hey, so, I apologise. I am working on my other fic so don't you worry. I haven't forgotten about it. This was just an idea that came to me recently and I had to get down. Enjoy!

-Tay

"Jake, you are getting married tomorrow." Seth reminded me. Something about the way he said it seemed like he was trying to change my mind.

"Yes, I am." I noted, drying my hair as I walked down the hallway to my room with him on my tail.

It had been 10 years since I'd walked away from the Cullen's house the night she died and gave birth to that…thing. Well, she practically died. I hadn't looked back, I'd just run. Soon, Seth and Leah caught up to me, first to my annoyance, but now I was thankful to have them in my life. It was a reminder of home, but not too big a reminder. We were rather close now.

At first I'd ordered them to go back, I wanted to be on my own. They could re-join Sam's pack. Leah argued at that. She couldn't stand being part of Sam's group. So, with Leah insistent on staying, Seth followed suit despite her efforts to convince him to stay in La Push.

The three of us still phased to stay a pack, and so we hadn't aged either. Though I was going to have to soon. My fiance would notice one day that I still looked in my 20s when she were 40, though I would really be the older one. Hell, I was 27 now and I still had the same face I'd had since I was 16.

"Married." He repeated.

"That's what they call it."

"To Sophie."

"What's your point, man? You trying to change my mind?" I shot at him defensively, though I myself were having doubts. Sophie was not my imprint. I'd been with her for just over a year. We'd met pretty much a week into us moving to New York. She was gorgeous and funny and we had a close friendship which was important to me. She made me feel closest to how I used to feel with her.

I'd proposed to Sophie one night when I was having an episode. By episode I mean that she filled my thoughts and then the fact that she was with him, living in his life hit me hard and I felt lonely and scared.

So maybe I wasn't in the best state to make a decision like the one I had, but I had and it was too late now. Sophie had been so excited and joyful when I'd asked her. I just couldn't break her like that. I knew what it felt like to be broken. It was weak of me to stay with her for only that reason but I'd accepted the fact I was weak. I was broken.

"No, I just…are you sure you're over Bella?" He asked, the razors scraping at my heart as he mentioned her name.

No, I'm not over her.

"Seth!" I groaned as I slipped my arms through my shirt. "I'm sure. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Another downside to this marriage thing was that Leah and Seth…disliked Sophie. I didn't really know why. She wasn't that bad. I mean, sometimes she could be really clingy but I liked to feel needed and sometimes she did talk a lot…about herself…but I didn't mind listening to her. It was kind of cute the way she babbled on. She used to do that…

How pathetic was I? I still couldn't think, hear or say her name all these years later because it still hurt.

Sophie helped with the hole in my chest. Why couldn't the others understand that?

Though, deep down in the back of my mind I sometimes agreed with their arguments but I tended to brush them off.

Tonight, I was getting ready to go out on town with Seth for my 'bachelor party'. Though, it was really just drinks with Seth. I hadn't really made any permanent friends in the year we'd been here. We usually ended up moving so I didn't bother. Sophie just happened to live in our apartment building and we were caught in the elevator once together when it broke down and one thing led to another. I don't know what but something had caused me that night to invite her out to dinner and then after a few dates she ended up in my bed and then next thing we knew we were in a relationship.

Sophie hadn't been in New York long either, so she had a just few girlfriends who were at the hens party tonight with Leah, much to her displeasure, and her family were travelling over tomorrow morning from Boston. I'd met them once and they didn't seem to mind me. As far as Sophie knew both my parents were dead, which was only half true, and Leah was my older sister and Seth my little brother. I guess you could call them that anyway.

You may think I'm cruel for not telling my Dad or sisters or my old friends in La Push about my engagement, but there were a number of reasons I couldn't bring myself to.

First, they'd probably want me to have the wedding down there which was a no, no. I was not going back there for a long time. Second, Leah didn't feel like seeing Sam and the rest of our old pack and, to be honest, neither did I. They felt distant to the three of us now and maybe that was our fault for leaving but as far as I could tell, we felt calmer and closer now than we'd ever been in La Push. They'd kept a lookout on the Cullens for me for a few weeks though gave up, realising I'd given up caring and that there wasn't really much she needed protecting from anymore.

I didn't want Dad to have to move too much either, with the whole wedding thing. I didn't want him driving a long distance in a car. Not after Mom.

My Dad was the only one I'd really kept close contact with, with the exception of keeping the news of my wedding from him, I'd tell him later, like Rebecca did when she married Solomon.

Rachel was still pissed at me for leaving, once again like Rebecca, making Paul pissed at me too, hence another reason me not wanting them at the wedding. There would be awkwardness and tension which I did not want mixing in with the peace and normality of my new life.

Basically the three of us, Seth, Leah and I, wanted to separate our lives completely into old and new. We'd all had our reasons for leaving that place and sticking together was the only way we felt like ourselves without feeling too much like we were there again.

"So, where to bro?" Seth asked as we walked down a busy street of New York.

"Uh, I dunno. A bar?" I shrugged, not really minding.

"No! It's your bachelor party man! We are not sitting in some pub drinking beers and moping. We gotta party it up!" He explained, more enthused than I was. Something I loved about Seth. He was a lot of fun. Very hyper which, at times, could be annoying but if you were in the mood he could exchange his energy into you and help you enjoy yourself.

I laughed. "Party it up?"

"What about a strip club?" He suggested, making me laugh even harder. Not at what he'd said but the fact he was saying it. I guess Seth was technically 24 now although he still had his babyish features which reminded me of when he was so young and innocent about everything. Though, his baby features usually weren't enough for a bouncer to deny him access to places. If you didn't know him you may think he's 18 because he is rather tall and I guess I only think of him as young because that's what he was to me for so long. And 20 something year olds can look young so he doesn't get called up on his ID being fake too often...

Hey, he has proof of his birth year if anyone thinks he's lying.

I sighed, smiling. "Okay man, whatever."

Seth patted my back, taking in the attractive ladies dancing on tables, some shirtless and some in tight, thin underwear barely covering their chest. The bouncer, a muscular, but round and short man had looked iffy about letting Seth in though when he took me in he almost looked scared and opened the door for us right away. The women were nice to look at though there was a thick sense of fake from each and every one of them.

I felt drawn to a certain table but thought nothing of it, choosing it to sit down at.

There was currently a tanned blond dancing and swaying her hips as men held their money up at her and she gladly pinched it up from them, sliding it in between her hip and her underwear.

A waitress brought us drinks after a little while, eyeing Seth suspiciously. Okay, I lied, he gets pulled up on the age thing quite a lot.

"Honey, are you supposed to be here?" She laughed, handing me a drink.

"He just turned 18, come on! He's a man now!" I laughed as she held her hand on her hip, smirking at me, amused.

"I'm only lettin you off because your older brother's handsome." She smiled, winking at me.

I smiled back briefly, taking a swig of my drink.

"What about me?" Seth gave her kissy lips.

Haha, Seth could be such a sleaze when he wanted to be. What happened to the little boy who hadn't had his first kiss yet?

"Cheeky!" She laughed, ruffling his hair. "Want me to bring you some orange juice? I can get into trouble for serving a minor."

Seth glared at me, slightly embarrassed and amused. "But my ID says 24." He smiled up at her sweetly.

She sighed. "Oh, alright. But don't tell on me." She pointed a finger at him as she handed him a drink and I passed her the money.

The blond had stopped dancing and began to get down from the table as the men complained and she simply giggled.

"Don't worry boys. Vanessa is coming, she's a stunner." She promised strutting off.

I sighed. "I think I would enjoy this better if I were single. I love Sophie. She may not be the one, but she makes me happy...That's what matters, right?"

Seth shrugged. "She makes you happy but?"

"What?"

"I could hear a but squeezing in there."

"There's no buts. I love her, we're getting married tomorrow." I snapped a little too harshly.

"I know mate, I'm happy for you. She's a...great girl. You're not cheating tonight unless you sleep with one of the hookers. Just enjoy the show. It's not like you're gonna imprint here." He laughed.

I laughed back, taking a swig of my beer.

Something felt like it was coming but I couldn't tell what. Something big. Life changing. Maybe it was the nerves about tomorrow. Marriage did change your life. Though I had a feeling marriage with Sophie would be much the same as when we were together but we'd see each other more. Did I want that? I did like my space. And was it so safe to jump into marriage with someone when I was still pining over my 'dead' love?

The lights dimmed and the voices around us turned to whispers and murmurs. I found it strange how people did that. Something just wasn't acceptable about yelling in the dark.

A female figure gracefully hoped up onto the table, getting a few whistles from the men as her slender silhouette was taken in. She did look beautifully shaped.

A remix of a song I thought sounded slightly familiar began playing and she slid against the pole, preparing herself for her performance. Something about her shadow had captivated me and I couldn't work out what. I was just drawn to her like I'd been drawn to sit at this table.

Something was coming.

The music began.

A falling star, fell from your heart and landed in my eye.

A sweet delight as it tore through them and now it's left me blind.

And then the lights began to flicker on her face.

That's when everything made sense. Life even made a little sense when her face was revealed to me under those bright lights and her big brown eyes met mine. Had they been there the whole time? Her skin glowed and the glowing radiated throughout me.

I could see now how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain.

The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood.

It was the girl dancing on the table that held me here now.

Oh My God. I imprinted. I fucking imprinted. Of all the places...

"Shit." Seth gasped, recognising my face all too well. "Shit, no way...Jake, did you just?..."

"I think I did..." I spoke without fully paying attention to him, focusing on the beauty in front of me.

Her long, tousled, reddish brown hair bounced around her back freely, her skin pale but radiant and her features almost enchanting. She had big, brown almost doe eyes, though they had a sharp guard over them. Her heart shaped face took on a pinkish glowing at the cheekbones and her full lips were rosy underneath her small nose.

As she began to move it was hypnotising, graceful. She didn't deserve to be dancing at a place like this with all these sleaze bags staring at her bum, though it was tight, and her tits, though they were perky. She deserved to be dancing freely on stages and in meadows amongst flowers as beautiful as her.

I watched her for what felt like hours, though it was only minutes, as she danced and smiled, which was a sight, and glanced at me occasionally making my insides tingle to be noticed by her.

When she finished her first performance reality dawned on me though I was still in a daze from her dreamlike presence. I was getting married tomorrow, and I'd just imprinted. On a stripper.

Well then, tell me what you think? Good? Bad? Ugly? :3

Also, I searched around to see if there was a remix of Cosmic Love by Florence & The Machine (if you didn't know the song lyrics used in this, that was it) and I found this one which I thought went well with the scene, yes?

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