A/N: Okay, so, this story is mainly on hold. But I FINALLY finished this damn chapter, so I thought I'd put it up. It might take a bit for next one. But I finally updated J+Z, so, read that ; ) Love ya !.

Chapter 2: Imprinting. Talk About Different

(PPOV)

I was over bright and early at Rachel's. She made me this huge plate of pancakes. Well, there's definitely a reason to love the girl. That and the fact that I imprinted, and she was amazing, and sweet, and beautiful, and nice… ANYWAYS. We were having a pretty nice moment on the couch when she decided that maybe we should wake up Jake.

"Hey, Paul. Off." I whimpered. How cliché.

"Yeah, I know, but I need to wake up Jacob. You're such a dog sometimes." With that last bit she smiled, and kissed my cheek before yelling down the hall at Jacob's room.

"Jake! Wake up! Come on!" You could hear grumbling in the background. The guy just couldn't get over the fact that Rachel was meant for me. She was all mine. Mine, mine, mine. Yay. That's when Jake gave a seriously bratty response.

"Yes sister dearest!" Hah. My Rachey HATED it when he does that. Oh well. Maybe I could distract her from her aggravation. We decided to do the dishes since we were up anyways. That's when he decided to turn on the most AWFUL music I've ever heard.

"JAKE! Turn that crap off!" It didn't get any quieter.

"Paul, get your tongue outta my sister's throat and maybe I'll consider it!"

I didn't even noticed my shaking until my hand broke the plate and it fell to floor, shattering. After I finished cleaning up the pieces, I heard a knock and then the front door open. In came Renesmee, or Nessie as everybody called her. She was Jacob's imprint. And Edward and Bella's daughter. Yeah, I know, half vamp half human. Kinda trippy but disturbing at the same time. She laughed once she heard Jacob's music, and walked down the hall to his room.

(NPOV)

I had ran to Jacob's seeing as we had plans. I walked in on Paul and Rachel in the kitchen. It looked like Paul broke ANOTHER plate. That boy really needs to get his temper under control. I opened the door and saw Jake, wearing only a pair of jeans, and he had them low just the way I liked them. I walked over to him.

"Jake, what is with you and non-emo, yet emo crap?" he looked over in my direction and I planted a kiss right on his smooth lips, him bending down more than halfway to meet me. God, why am I so short? Oh, right, I'm not short, he's just a giant! I listened to a bit more before I commented again on his strange choice of music.

"Ness, did you not just listen to those lyrics, it's anti-suicide. Therefore, it's so not emo."

I smiled hugely at him, and I could see his eyes widen. He knew that when he contradicted what I had to say on his music, singing happened. Not to be cocky, but I can sing. He just hates what I choose to sing. I found that some good old Miley Cyrus was called for.

"The 7 things I hate about you! Oh you!

You're vain, your games, you're insecure!
You love me, you like her!
You make me laugh, you make me cry!
I don't know which side to buy!
Your friends, they're jerks!
When you act like them just know it hurts!
I want to be with the one I know!


And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do!
You make me love you!"

At that point I'm guessing he decided that he couldn't take my singing anymore, as he silenced me giving me a big kiss full on my mouth. Yummy. Jacob with morning breath. We were in the middle of said kiss when Rachel walked in.

"Jake! I said… oh. Well, I guess Ness woke you up." She walked out, beet red, as Jacob called a response back to her.

"So, now you know what it feels like Rach! What goes around comes around, Karma's a total pain isn't it?"

I started laughing, as he went to the bathroom to go brush his teeth. I sat on his bed, and pulled the car magazine off his bedside table. I know, girls are supposed to be all girly and wear skirts and makeup. Not be interested in cars and sports. Well, guess what, they're also not supposed to look like they're 18 when they're barely 7, most of them don't drink blood, date a werewolf, and, oh, did I mention I'm half vampire half human, so I'm practically immortal in the sense that I'm not going to die of old age? Yeah, my little quirks.

He came back, and we did what we normally do on a good Saturday afternoon. Go, eat breakfast, annoy his sister and Paul, make-out a bit, annoy his sister and Paul, make-out some more. Seems like a good system to me. That is, once my parents got over the fact that I looked 18, and have the mind of at least a 20 year old. In other words, they can't stop me from having a boyfriend and doing boyfriendy-girlfriendy things. Jeesh, they're so controlling. When they first found out I liked him from my thoughts, they tried locking me in my room. Didn't work too well.

We were walking out of his room and about to go to the kitchen when I heard a gagging sound, like someone was choking.

"Aw gee, Jake, relax, we're kind of together, did you think we were going to be a prude like you've been since Renesmee was born?"

I turned to see Jake looking like he was going to throw up, and then over to the couch, where Paul was over top of Rachel, a lot like me and Jacob were just seconds ago. I could see Paul's point, but I could also see Jacob's. This was his sister we were talking about here.

Imprinting. Definitely awkward for the Quileute pack.

This was going to be an interesting existence, wasn't it?

A/N: Okay so, like I said before, story is still on hold. I'm deciding what to do next. It doesn't have a huge plot like J+Z does, so it'll take longer. This is just a bunch of randomness all coming together. It'll make sense when I'm done. I'm open for suggestions. As always, hope you liked it and review please and thanks. : )