A/N: Yeah, so...I guess I randomly decided to continue this. School's over now, so I'll mainly only be writing this at, like, three in the morning.

And to all of you anonymous reviewers out there...What, are you too afraid to give me a mean review on your real account? Because that's what it seems like. And to all of you anonymous reviewers who felt the need to swear, have some class. will you? If you don't like my story, fine. You can tell me how much you hate it. You can say it's retarded. But you don't need to say 'this story is fucking shit.' What's the point in that? I don't even care if you're mean to me. But you don't need to be like that. That's what we call pathetic.

Disclaimer: You know, really, all that belongs to Stephanie Meyer is Seth. And a few of the other characters that I only mention in passing. But, I don't own those things. So...Yeah.


Seth POV

I think the whole pack is ready to officially declare me insane and ship me off to the funny farm. And the sad thing is, I'm not even kidding.

But see, none of them have ever been in my situation. Sure, Sam's imprint was a little difficult at first, but everyone knew it would turn out fine. Jake's imprint, although a little weird, didn't have that many problems. (Well, except for that little Volturi incident, but Jake knew that Bella had some weird plan going on that would involve him taking her, so he was fine.) And Quil, well...Not too much drama with Quil. I mean, maybe she's young, but no one really minds that much. And Kim and Jared...NOTHING happened. Unrequited love, then BAM and suddenly everything's perfect.

My imprint on the other hand hates me and thinks I'm a freaky stalker, and she doesn't even know what I am.

And, you know, there's the little fact that she'll be leaving in, like, two weeks.

Yeah. That's a problem.

And I wasn't really sure how to put Operation Blue Unicorn into effect. Carly never even seemed to want to get within twenty feet of me.

And they said that imprinting was easy.

Well, they're liars. LIARS! And liars lie. And lying isn't cool.

I mean, I know that Operation Blue Unicorn (Why did I ever even decide to call it that?) was supposed to be about becoming friends, convincing her to stay. But if I couldn't get anywhere near her, then how was I supposed to do anything?

And Jake wasn't exactly helping matters. It seemed like he was feeding Carly's fear of me or something. How would I know if he was secretly telling her that I would come in the middle of the night with a sledgehammer wearing a turtle mask? (Hockey mask is too overused. Friday the 13th and all that.) I mean, it's not like I had any proof or anything, but he hadn't exactly been excited when I'd imprinted on her.

Of course, Paul could be very useful. (And I just realized that that sounded kind of perverted...So not the way I meant it.) He had told me that he found out from Jake that Carly would be completely alone today from two o'clock to eight. It was now three o'clock, and I was making my way over to Emily's house, since apparently that's where she was, even though Emily wasn't home. (Her and Sam had gone to some resort in California for their anniversary...Life without an Alpha can be pretty amusing. Especially when the Beta is otherwise occupied with his cousin and his own rapidly growing imprint. (She now looked seventeen. And hehe. parenthesis inside parenthesis.) And I guess I might have forgotten to say that we were all morphed into one pack again, because many of the younger kids decided to stop phasing. All those unimportant ones that no one really ever heard of. Except Collin and Brady. Unfortunately, those two little fuzz balls were still here.)

I feel like such a stalker, getting Paul to look into Jake's head so I can get my imprint alone. I mean, it's not like I'm about to go kidnap her, (I'm not that desperate...yet.) but still. This isn't exactly normal.

Then again, neither is morphing into a giant ball of fur. Or looking at a girl for the first time in your life and never being able to leave her alone.

So I guess I'm just a big ball of furry weirdness.

I walked straight into Emily's house, like we all do, and heard the TV on, something sounding suspiciously like that stupid show about that stupid pregnant teenager that all girls like. Secret Life Of the American Teenager, I think it's called. (Including me. I love the show, but, come on, you know it's got to end.)

I walked into the living room and leaned against the wall, waiting for her to notice me. It didn't take very long, and when her gaze flickered to me, she didn't even look remotely surprised.

"I should have known you'd find me." She said in a bored tone.

I raised an eyebrow, even though she wasn't looking at me. "And why is that?"

Her face scrunched up a little, making her look completely adorable.

Holy crap. I think that's adorable? What am I going to think when she gets angry?

And I'm never saying Holy crap again. Do you realize when you say that you're really saying Sacred poop? Because I just realized that.

And yes. I know I'm immature. I'm hoping Carly will find that endearing.

"Because you're a creeper. You're like...A hungry lion. You follow me and stalk me, waiting until I'm weak enough for you to eat. Except...I don't think you're waiting for me to get weak, and I hope that you don't want to eat me. So...I guess the only part of that analogy is the stalking part."

"Oh, I want to eat you. Just need to wait until I know you a little better."

She gave me one of those looks that only girls can give and muttered, "Pervert."

I grinned. "Aren't all teenage guys?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Not Jacob."

I snorted. "Especially Jacob. Do you have any idea what he thinks about Renesmee? I mean, sure, he loves her, but they're teenagers. They like each other. Do the math. Because believe me, he's way more perverted than I am. And Paul? He's even worse. Like, there was this one time when-"

She held up a hand and cut me off. "Spare me the details, okay? Fine. You win. Teenage boys are perverted. But how does that help your case?"

"I didn't know that I had a case."

Carly rolled her eyes. "If you have enough courage to stalk me, then you have a case. Besides, you know that if you kill me in the middle of the night with an ax, Jake will find you and sic some clowns on you."

I shuddered. "How'd you know about the clowns."

She shrugged, and I couldn't help but stare at her wavy hair as it shifted on her shoulders. (What the hell is wrong with me? I'm staring at a girls' hair. What has the world come to?) "People tell me things. But I don't think it's that bad. I have an irrational fear of butterflies."

I smirked. "Butterflies? Those little fluttery things that pollinate flowers? Oh, yeah, those things are so scary...They could fly down your throat and kill you or stab an eye out with their little wings."

She picked up a pillow and threw it at me, but I couldn't help but notice that she was smiling a little bit. "Don't mock me. I know lots of clowns. If you pay them enough, they'll do pretty much anything for you." This time she was the one smirking, and I could see an amused glint in her eye. "Like take one of the shoelaces off their huge shoes and use it to strangle someone, or take their nose and shove it down your throat, making you suffocate, or-"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" I groaned. "Fine, I won't mock you if you don't mock me. But no one ever told me you were so violent."

She smiled mischievously. "Yeah, well, it's easier to surprise people with your violence when they don't know about it."

"I'll bet" was all I said.

Oddly enough, when I sat down on the couch next to her, she didn't protest. She just moved over to give me a little more room, (even though we were still less than two inches apart. What can I say? It's a small couch.) and turned the TV up a little bit.

I saw that she'd changed the channel to a soccer game. "I didn't know you watched soccer."

She raised an eyebrow but didn't even glance at me. "Yeah, well, I bet you didn't know that I played it, either, but that's a good thing, considering I've barely ever talked to you."

I laughed. "You really are a paranoid freak aren't you?"

She gave me on of those looks again, and said, "Freak, huh? Well who's the one with some unnatural attachment to me?"

I froze for a second, thinking she might know about us, but then remembered that she just thought I was stalking her. "I have unnatural attachments to everyone. I'm just a nice guy that way." I shrugged.

She snorted. "Having unnatural attachments doesn't make you nice. It makes you co-dependent. You should get some help with that."

I sighed. "Yeah. I should. But it just feels so right. I need these people." I said dramatically.

To my surprise, she actually laughed a little. "It's okay. Maybe we'll get you into some twelve-step program or something."

I raised an eyebrow again. "And what would those steps be?"

She considered for a moment. "Don't stalk people, don't whine when they leave...I guess it's more of a two-step program."

I nodded. "Yeah. No stalking, no whining. Got it."

"You know, somehow I don't think you're going to follow this program. I think 'no stalking' is too complicated for you."

I laughed. "Well...Only when there are pretty girls involved."

She blushed, and I thought, Oh yeah. (Is it weird that in my head, that voice came out like the Kool Aid guys' voice? Because it did.)

Operation Blue Unicorn has so been put into effect.

If you want another chapter, then review. If you don't, then you can still review. And hey, it was a little more serious than the last chapter. Better? Worse?

~Zoey~