Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight.

Hello anyone who's reading this. Here's the next chapter.

So, when I think of Mickey, I always picture David Archuleta for some reason. I wonder why, since I'm not a big fan of his music, or him personally for that matter, but I admit, he is pretty cute.

Now, if you're one of those people like myself, who visualizes the characters as you see them, and not as the author sees them (the Emmett, Rosalie, Jacob, and Leah I pictured in the books look nothing like their movie counterparts), then by all means ignore the whole David Archuleta thing and think of Mickey as whoever your mind pictures.

Oh! before I forget, I want to say thank you to my first reviewer of this story! Unfortunately, the review was anonymous, so I cant thank you by name, but just know that you totally made my day.

Anyway, on with the chapter!

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Mickey P.O.V.

I woke up feeling terrible.

I was so terrified of the wolves in the forest, that I struggled to fall asleep. Then, when I did manage to get to sleep, I would hear another howl, and be right back where I started. I hope they don't do this every night. I won't be getting much rest if they do.

I completed my morning routine in a trance. I showered, washed my hair, and brushed my teeth, feeling like a car that was running on less than a quarter tank of gas.

When I was done, I dried myself off, and looked at myself in the full length mirror in the corner of the tiny room.

I ran a towel over my still slightly damp coal black hair. I focused my mossy green eyes on my face. I mostly look like my dad, which is a good thing. If I looked like my mom, I would avoid mirrors at all costs. Not that my mother was unattractive, she was beautiful. And that's not me being biased.

The only way anyone would know that me and my mother were related, is if they saw us both smile. My mother had the kind of smile that would light up the room. If you were having a bad day, she would smile at you, and make all your problems disappear like magic.

I was lucky enough to inherit that smile. Like I said before, I try to think of my mother as little as possible, so seeing such an important part of who she is every time I look in the mirror, is kind of depressing.

I moved my eyes down to my slender, vertically challenged body that was completely devoid of any hair what so ever. Most 14 year old boys would be upset over a lack of body hair, but I loved it. The thought of being covered in hair grossed me out, so I would just shave it all off if I had any.

My eyes continued moving down my body, until they froze at my belly button. I know it probably sounds weird, but I don't really like looking at my...private parts. Anything remotely sexual makes me uncomfortable. I passed out when dad first told me where babies come from.

I turn away from the mirror, to stare blankly into my tiny closet. I have no idea what I'm going to wear.

I was debating whether I should wear one of my usual, form fitting outfits, or something that would let me blend in with my peers a little more.

I was leaning more towards option two, when my dad called on my cellphone.

"Hola mijo." Dad said.

"Hola papi." Although I was fluent in Spanish, I didn't speak it much, so when I did, it always made dad happy.

"How are Sam and Emily?"

"They're OK. Me and Sam haven't talked much, but Emily's really nice." We talked for a while about what I thought of La Push, until I let it slip that I couldn't decide what I wanted to wear.

"What do you mean you can't decide what to wear?" He yelled. Dad tends to yell a lot.

"If you want to wear those tight pants you like so much, then you put on the tightest pair you can find! Don't change yourself for anyone Mickey. If those kids don't like who you are, then tell them to fuck off!"

I blushed at his use of the F-word. Dad has a bit of a temper, but he never uses curse words around me, unless he means business.

"Finish getting ready Mickey. Te ammo Mijo."

"Te ammo papi." I sighed, and hung up the phone. Well, that settles it then. I went into my closet a picked out the tightest pair of black jeans I owned, and paired it with my black and gold Tyler Oakley t-shirt, and a pair of gold tennis shoes.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, attempted to do something with my hair, before giving up when I realized it was destined to be unruly, and left the room.

As soon as I opened the door, my nose was assaulted by the wonderful scent of bacon. I let my nose lead me towards the delightful smell, and I ended up in the kitchen.

"Oh, hey! I didn't know you were up yet," Emily said, as she took a few strips of bacon out of the sizzling pan, and placed them onto a mini mountain of bacon already on a plate. "Come sit down and eat. You're all skin and bones."

She set down the platter of bacon, as well as platters of eggs, sausage, pancakes, french toast, and fruit salad on the table in front of me. I felt like I was at an all you can eat buffet. "Um Emily, I really appreciate you making me breakfast and everything, but I don't think I can eat all this."

"Oh, I know," she said, after she was done laughing. "I didn't know what you liked, so I figured if I made everything, I'd have a better chance of getting it right. I nodded, and made myself a small bowl of fruit.

I was nibbling on a small piece of bacon, when Sam walked out of his and Emily's bedroom. In dark gray pajama pants. Nothing else.

"Morning Mickey," he said, as he walked over to Emily, and kissed her lovingly on the lips. His big biceps bulged as he wrapped her in his strong embrace. I felt a familiar, but completely unwanted tightness form in my already tight jeans.

Stop it mickey! He's your cousin, that's just gross. I took my eyes away from Sam completely, and counted the strawberries in my fruit salad. One strawberry, two strawberries, three strawberries, four strawber-

"Mickey, are you alright?" I grunted In reply to Sam's question, still refusing to look in his direction. He shrugged, then sat in the chair across from me, and piled his plate high with everything on the table.

"Don't go for seconds until the guys get here Sam," Emily said, as she fixed herself a small plate, and sat down next to Sam.

Wait a minute, who are 'the guys'? Oh, she must mean the guys she told me about yesterday. I really don't want to be here when they come. "Thanks for breakfast Emily. I'll see you guys after school."

"But it's so early!" Emily said, a look of concern on her face. "I know," I answered, "but I wanted to walk around for a little while, get more acquainted with La Push." She nodded her head reluctantly, and I walked as fast as I could, without looking too eager to leave, out the door.

I started walking, past all the identical houses, until I made it to a house at the end of the road that looked slightly different from the others.

The actual house looked pretty much like all the rest, except for a concrete path that lead from the sidewalk, to a small wheelchair ramp on the left side of the front porch. I wonder who's in a wheelchair?

Towards the back of the house, I could see a little red garage. I was about to continue walking, when I heard voices coming from around the side of the house.

"Jake hurry up! Sam's gonna eat all the food!" oh no! Those must be the guys going to Emily's for breakfast. Why does this reservation have to be so small?

I contemplated running back the way I came, but then I realized that I'd never make it around the corner before they saw me. I panicked, and hid in the first place I saw. Unfortunately, the first place I saw was a row of bushes.

"Don't fuckin' rush me Seth. If that bitch Sam eats all the food, I'll just kick his ass." I didn't know where this new voice came from, but it sounded like it came from the front porch. "Watch your mouth Jacob." This voice sounded close, like way too close.

"Fuck off Billy. Come on you dip-shits, I'm hungry." There were footsteps, and multiple voices talking at the same time, before everything got quiet. I waited a little while until I thought it was safe, then climbed out of the bush.

I was busy brushing leaves and twigs from my clothes and hair, when someone cleared their throat loudly.

I looked up, and there was an older looking man, with long black hair under a black cowboy hat, and he was sitting in a wheelchair. He looked at me expectantly, probably wondering what I was doing in his bushes. I said what anyone would say when in a similar position.

"I fell."

I turned and ran away as fast as I could, not stopping until I was around the corner, and at the end of the road.

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It's a good thing I left the house early, because after I noticed that I had walked by the same tree stump five times, I realized I was lost.

The reservation really isn't that big, so the fact that I got lost is a testament to my utter lack of navigation skills. I never got lost before, because I never really went anywhere. Back in Hawaii, I didn't have any friends. The only place I went was to school, and back home again.

After 45 minutes of looking for the school, I gave up and started to wonder aimlessly. But of course, as soon as I stopped looking, I find it.

The whole plan for my first day of school was blown. I got my schedule mailed to Sam and Emily's house before I had even left Hawaii. That way, I could get there early, and already be in my first class, so I wouldn't have to go through the awkward routine of standing in front of the class, and introducing myself.

I walked into my first class of the day, Spanish, which was already half way over.

"May I help you?" An elderly Grey headed woman asked. She had a very pronounced Hispanic accent, so I assumed that she was the teacher.

I handed her my schedule, that I was supposed to get all of my teachers to sign. A look of recognition crossed her face.

"Oh!," she said, "You're the new student." she stood from her seat, and hobbled over towards me. She grabbed me by my shoulders, and turned me so that I was facing the class.

"Class, say hola to Michael Alvarez."

"Hola Michael Alvarez." The class said uninterestedly.

I gave a small, awkward wave, before rushing to the unoccupied seat she directed me to in the back of the class.

I kept my eyes on my new desk, to avoid the blatant stares I was getting from the kids in the front of the class that were turned around in their seats. They only faced the front when the teacher, Mrs. Gutierrez-Nunez, started going over the Spanish alphabet.

There was a kid sitting next to me that kept staring at the side of my head. I tried to focus on the lesson, but my curiosity got the best of me, and I turned to look back at him.

He was taller than me, most people are, but not by much. Maybe an inch or two. He had kind eyes, and a big happy smile.

"Hey, I'm Seth!"

"Hi. I'm Michael, but I'd prefer it if you called me Mickey."

His already huge smile widened. "I know, Sam told me." I realized that he must be one of the kids that Sam and Emily take care of.

I went back to looking at the teacher, until Seth started to talk to me again.

"You know we're cousins right? Well sorta. See, Emily's my second cousin, and she married Sam, who's your first cousin, so that makes us third cousins right?"

I don't think it works that way, but he seemed so sure about his logic, I would have felt bad about telling him he's wrong.

"So," he asked, "Why were you late to class."

I could feel my cheeks heat up, "I, um, got kinda...lost."

"How did you get lost?" Seth, my kinda but not really, cousin asked when he was done laughing, and Mrs. Gutierrez-Nunez was done shushing him. "Aren't you half quileute? You're supposed to have a natural sense of direction."

We talked for a while, until Mrs. Gutierrez-Nunez threatened to give us detention if we don't be quiet, then we just exchanged numbers, and texted each other for the rest of the period. We actually had more in common than I originally thought.

I was shocked when Seth told me he was gay. Most people think that every homosexual has a natural born gaydar, and I don't know about everyone else, but apparently, mine is broken. I asked him if people knew, and he told me that his friends and family did, and he let everyone else think what they wanted.

I kind of admire him for that. He is who he is, and he doesn't let other people's opinions affect him. I wish I could be more like that. It took me hours to decide what to wear this morning, just because I was afraid of what other people would say about me.

I'm pathetic.

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After class was over, Seth invited me to sit with him and his friends at lunch. I told him no. I'm just not really in the mood to meet them just yet. I don't know why I'm procrastinating, their all friends with the people I'm living with for an unforeseeable amount of time. Being around them is inevitable.

Instead, when forth period came around, Lunch period for everyone, I walked around for a little while. I ended up finding a door that led outside, and feeling unusually brave, I went through it.

The door led me through to a wheelchair entrance. I don't think any students are in a wheelchair, so the school probably was required to have one by law.

After making sure that the door opened from the outside, it would really suck to be stuck out here, I found myself a nice, secluded corner, sat down on an air conditioning unit that was there, and took out my copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The fact that this is my third time reading through the whole series, and I'm on the last few pages. Yes, I'm aware that I'm a nerd.

Just as I had gotten comfortable, I was startled by someone yelling, "Hey! You're in my fuckin' spot!"

I jumped, and dropped my book on the dirty concrete. I jumped down from the AC unit, but before I could even think about running, I was pinned against the brick wall.

The guy was pushing his forearm against my wind pipe, preventing me from breathing. I knew this would happen. Different place, same routine.

I figured I should probably see what this guy looks like, so that I'll know who to avoid tomorrow.

Through my rapidly increasing blurred vision, I couldn't make out much, but what I did see, was a ferocious snarl, and viscous eyes.

Then, I noticed his eyes soften a little, before they flared with hunger, and, although I couldn't be sure, since I've never had anyone look at me that way, what I thought was a look of lust.

It was coming fast, the darkness. I welcomed it. It's become my friend, my comfort, an escape from the pain, both physical and emotional, that high school has brought me. Right before my hearing shut down, I heard him growl...

"Mine!"

~~~~~X~~~~~

Jacob P.O.V.

When his long, beautiful eye lashes fluttered closed, I panicked. When I realized he was my imprint, I forgot to take my forearm off his throat.

I checked his pulse to make sure he was still breathing. He is. I slung his sexy little body over my shoulder. It's like carrying a bag of feathers. I can't wait to throw him around my bedroom.

"Jacob! Put him down!" I didn't even have to turn around to tell It was that bitch Sam. I could tell by their scents that the rest of the pack was here too. They must have felt me imprint through our link.

"Move the fuck outta my way." I growled. Sam, Jared, and Paul stood In a line, blocking me in. Seth, Leah, Embry, and Quil were smart, and stayed off to the side.

Jared decided now was a good time to grow a pair, and spoke up. "As soon as you put him down, we'll get out of the way."

Are they fuckin' serious? No one tells me what to do. I'm gonna have to remind them who the fucks in charge.

"Seth! Get over here!" Seth shuffled towards me, with a nervous look on his face. He's probably gonna beg me not to hurt them.

"Take him back to my house. If anythings wrong with him when I get there, I'll kick your ass."

"Jake, do you really have to hurt them? They're just trying to protect Mickey." Told you, typical, 'can't we all just get along?', Seth.

"It's my job to protect him now, not theirs. Now go!" he pouted, but went anyway.

"Quil, Embry, Make sure no one comes over here!" Luckily, I didn't have to tell them twice. I wasn't in the mood for their shit.

Leah was looking at me with pleading eyes. She's been wanting me to kick Sam's ass ever since I claimed the alpha position. I figured I'd be nice and let her watch.

"Stay outta the way Leah." She nodded happily.

"Alright," I said, cracking my knuckles, "Show me what you pussies got!"

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So, the idea of making Seth gay, like most of my ideas, just came out of the blue, and with it, different ways to make it work with the plot I have planned out. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and although you don't have to, it would be awesome if you reviewed!

P.S.

Here's the link to Mickey's shirt: http : / www. districtlines .com/17399-Queen-Of-The-Night-V-Neck-T-Shirt/Tyler-Oakley (Just take out the spaces at the beginning)

Tyler Oakley is one of my favorite people on YouTube. He's hilarious.