Authors note: Hey you guys, sorry I've been out of mojo so long, the break has given me a chance to revamp my fan fics (haha, a pun ;D), so if you have any suggestions, or you would like me to continue one of these one shots, just drop me a line! Enjoy!

"You have the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen in my entire life." Did he, the angel that is sharing my desk on my first day at La Push High, just speak to me? I blinked and sat up quickly, and in the process, knocked over a beaker of some mysterious green liquid, right on to the lap of my angel. I looked up, eyes wide, in just enough time to see him start to laugh. Then, I passed out.

I woke up to warm hands carrying me, and at first I thought, well, I must be dead. But when I opened my eyes, it confirmed it. If I hadn't died and gone to heaven, why else would an angel be smiling down at me so sweetly. I blinked, to make sure I wasn't dreaming, and then squeaked the best words I could think to say in a situation like this.

"Hey." Wow, I'm really witty.

"Hey yourself, beautiful." My vision started wavering again, and I think he noticed.

"Ok, how about this, I won't give you another compliment till you are stable. My name is Seth, if you wanted to know. Do you want to stand? I don't mind carrying you." I started to find myself again, so I nodded, and he set me down. I couldn't take my eyes off the ground, and I stood, waiting for the laughing to begin. When it didn't, I looked up. He was looking at me with the most intense, intoxicated look I had ever seen. He looked like an addict, looking at his last ounce of supply, with love and complete devotion. I looked him in the eyes, and when he didn't speak, I found my voice.

"My name's Taylor."

"Well, do you want to continue in route to the nurse's office, or do you want to proceed to an early lunch?"

"I am kind of hungry…" I lied, more afraid of the nurse than the food.

"Then to the cafeteria, Miss Taylor." He said, almost thoughtfully. "A beautiful name, for a beautiful girl," he said, and then looked at me as if he was checking if I was ok. "And you are even more than that." I felt my face begin burning, and I knew that I was blushing. Seth, my sweet angel, continued to speak.

"Would you be willing, Miss Taylor, to share your afternoon meal with me, a lowly peasant trying to survive in a kingdom of your beauty?" He then blushed. "Sorry, I have been reading Shakespeare a lot here lately, and I seem to be smitten…" He said, with guilty eyes. Why would he look guilty? I still wasn't convinced I wasn't dreaming, or dead. I had just learned his name, yet I felt like my heart would break if I looked away from his lovely, large brown eyes. His words didn't scare me, as he must have thought they would. They touched me, and I knew I would hurt if he took them back.

"No, no, it's fine, I like poets. Is that what you are? Because you are very good at it." I said, smiling my best smile that I hoped would show him how I felt. He continued to look at me as the light that cured his blindness.

"Well, no, actually, I'm more of a grease monkey macho man. Me and my friend Jacob, who is just like an older brother to me, are thinking about opening a shop for cars and things, unofficial of course…" And so began our first afternoon together. We talked through lunch, wrote notes through class, and he offered to drive me home after school. I called my cousin, who I was staying with, and she said she'd cover for me at home. When we got in his car, he suddenly got really serious, and turned to me with a look I couldn't decide what it meant.

"Can we take a walk on the beach? I won't keep you out long, I just think we need to talk." I was sure Meg wouldn't mind me being gone a few more minutes, so I nodded, and we started down the road, not saying a word for the first time in 6 hours. When we got to the beach, he jumped out of the car and opened my door for me. He silently led me down a sandy path, and we walked till we found a long white tree, lying like a bench on the beach. I saw the used campfires, so I'm sure that it was a popular spot. Seth looked nervous, moving his foot in the sand, and with all the anxiousness that I had felt going to school my first day, he took my hand. He looked me in the eyes, and with all seriousness, pecked me on the cheek. My heart fluttered in my chest, and the word love sprang upon my lips. He pulled back, and gave me a nervous smile, measuring my reaction. I took him by surprise, and kissed him full on the lips. He let it last, and even when he pulled away, I felt his warmth and the buzz of his lips remaining.

"Wow." He said, eyes wide. "That is not what I was expecting. Most girls I know would have ran, but then again, I know no other girl quite like you." His words wrapped themselves around me, and I giggled slightly.

"Well, I would never run from you." I said, sheepishly. He tightened his grip on my hand, and turned towards me again.

"Before you say anything else, I need to tell you something. I would have waited, if I could, but the way I feel about you is unexplainable. But I have a secret, which might change your mind."

"Nothing you say could change my mind, Seth."

"Well, what if I told you that I am a werewolf, and I imprinted on you." He looked like he was holding his breathe. My cousin Meg had already filled me up with the legends before I went to school, and we both believed in them.

"Well," I said, scooting closer to him, "I've always been a dog lover."