A/N: Thank you all so much for the amazing reviews. I'm glad you liked the first chapter :) Here's the second one. I hope you enjoy it as much as the first, or more :D

On other news, Renesmee Cullen: Shooting Stars was officially nominated for an Indie Twific Award, Best Action/Drama Complete. I'm extremely happy :) I'll inform you guys when the voting starts, until then, visit their website; it has a lot of great stories nominated, I'm sure. The Indies has its reputation among Twilight Awards. Link is on my profile.

Oh, whenever I feel like lyrics of certain songs apply to the chapter, I'll put them here. But I can't promise you lyrics every chapter ;) I edited the first chapter to add some lyrics. Take a look at them if you want.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and my OC's. Everything else that you recognize from the Twilight Saga is owned by Mrs. Stephenie Meyer.

You've been getting out of my way to agree
Like you've been rubbing yourself all wrong
Just to be somebody else's genie
Catering to your disaster's every need
Waiting to finally be set free

[Poets Of The Fall - Fragile]

Chapter Two

Randy Uley

She stayed frozen right in front of me, her face holding a mixture of happiness and surprise, if not relief as well. Her name flowing in my mouth forced my heart to beat faster. Yes, I knew how cheesy that sounded -how unlike me- but it was the truth. It was hard to recognize what I had felt, exactly, at that moment; I was diverted between comforting her for everything that I had caused and telling her how much I had missed her.

What kind of a messed up freak was I?

I had never missed her. I was the one who pushed her away, and if I really did want her back, I would have asked about her, at least. But, my past with her wasn't of much importance now, was it? Because, right now, I wanted to hold her and hear her voice. I wanted to make her feel what I was feeling - that warm flood of an unknown emotion in me, making her presence pleasurable to me. I never wanted her to leave my sight, or walk away.

Yes, I was messed up. And I had no other definition to what was happening whatsoever.

What I had felt was different than anything I had experienced before; not towards my parents, my family, my friends or even my previous girlfriends. I couldn't describe it; was it love? Or was it much stronger than that? It confused me to no limits; I did not feel that way about her three minutes ago. Yes, I wanted to apologize; I understood the reasons that made her lie to me. Maybe I even wanted to be friends with her again, but not like that; now, I wanted more than just friends, or even best friends.

"Randy?" she breathed, her voice gaining more confidence; it was shaking a second ago.

I closed my eyes unwillingly and took a deep breath before opening it again. "What just happened?" I asked slowly.

She flexed her hands together, looking down at them. "I -You," she stuttered, her lips' color fading to a light pink, "I'm sorry."

I raised an eyebrow at her, taking a step closer; it felt better. "Don't be," I said, "I should be -What happened?" I repeated.

She grabbed the only chair I had in my room, the wooden one, and sat on it slowly, still looking away from me. I wanted to change that, but I was too distracted. "Have you heard about imprinting, Randy?"

Imprinting, imprinting. I could recall that legend -when wolves see their soul mates and recognize them by their instinctual feelings. Wait, whoa. Soul mates?

"You know it, don't you?" she whispered, "I'm sorry you feel that way, Randy," her voice was restrained. She stood up and turned to leave but I caught her arm and she froze. I had no idea what she was talking about; I felt...I didn't know how I felt, exactly. Maybe surprised. Yes, definitely surprised, in the most amazing kind of way.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, "This is...great," I expressed, "I don't know how you feel but-"

She cut me off, her eyes fixed on mine as she faced me. "I imprinted on you when we were three," she informed.

My grip loosened but she stayed where she was, looking at me and waiting for an answer. She imprinted on me when we were three? This was definitely not my day. "Wow. You mean-"

"Yes, Randy," she reassured, "Even if it wasn't like right now; you were like a little brother to me, then my best friend," she explained, a smile forming on her perfect lips. "You gave me the best days of my life, Randy," she said.

I grimaced, knowing where this conversation was leading us, "But then I left you behind," I completed, "And ruined your life."

"No, you didn't," she defended quickly, automatically.

I sighed; she was still stubborn. "I know what I have done," I admitted. It made it much worse knowing that she had imprinted on me back then; if it was the same as I was feeling right now, it must have been one-thousand times worse than what Colby had shown me. "Look at you," I said, taking her face in my hands. It sent an electric jolt through my body, and she felt just right; she wasn't cold like everything else was these days, she was just perfect. "You're -"

"I'm just fine, don't worry about me, okay?" she rushed through the words, her face gaining some color as I felt her soft cheek.

"Can you promise me something, then?" I asked, reluctantly dropping my hands; it wasn't even appropriate. She looked at me questioningly. It was wonderful how she could communicate with just her eyes. "You have to eat better," I stated, "And stop lying to me, please."

She broke eye-contact with me. "Who told you?" she asked.

"Your brother," I answered truthfully, "You were a mess."

"I really hurt him, didn't I?" she mused. "And I hurt you -and dad, and mom, and-"

I cut her off with a hug, shushing her gently. "It's okay, I swear," I said, "I don't really care right now about what happened three years ago," I continued, "And I'm sure they won't, either, as long as you're better. They love you." She wrapped her arms tightly around me, their feeling different than when she used to hug me before. They felt right, like they fit where they were.

I didn't know where all those comforting words came from; I wasn't the type of person to speak up. But, again, this was Sarah, I always open up to her. She had always had something about her that made her comfortable to talk to and easy to trust, which was probably why I was that shocked when she lied to me. It made me remember something though...

"Were you going to tell me what you are against Alpha orders?" I repeated, cocking my head to one side as I broke away our hug.

She forgot about what she had said for a moment and frowned. "What orders? I could've always told you," she admitted, "You're my imprint, even the Alpha can't tell me not to tell you," she elaborated, "But, honestly, it was always Sam and Emily who didn't want to tell you. I had to respect their wish, you know."

"Oh," I said; it was my parents from the very beginning. That explains why they wanted me to talk to her; they felt guilty, maybe. Did they even know about the imprinting? Did anybody tell them about it? Or were they imprints in the first place? I had to ask them that later. I took her hand, frankly just taking any chance to do it; they felt simply good, and dragged her to sit beside me on my bed. She gave me a tired half-smile.

"I missed looking at you," she admitted, "Directly, I mean."

I frowned. "Directly?" I quoted.

She blushed subtly and looked away, at our hands; I was still playing dumb and holding it. She didn't seem to mind. "I -I couldn't stay away from you completely," she mumbled, "It's not...physically possible. It hurt too much," she whispered, "Besides, I needed to check how you were doing. I was worried about you."

I squeezed her hand gently, showing her that I understood. But I needed more explanation. "How so? How did you manage to still see me? I never noticed you around."

She took a deep, relaxed breath. "I don't know if you will find this creepy, but-" she paused for a second, licking her lips, "I used to follow you to and from school, and when you sat on the beach and just hung around La Push," she said generally.

I tittered. "It is sort of creepy," I admitted. "But, I know I would've done the same if the roles were switched." This force -this magic that was flowing in the room right now confirmed it. I wasn't sure if I could take all those years without seeing her, or even talking to her directly. I would need some sort of contact. I would need to hear her say my name, speak to me, open up to me -trust me.

But, again, that was what messed her up.

"Don't blame yourself," she said, touching my hair. I guessed we were both looking for chances. Before I could even ask her what made her think I was thinking that, she spoke. "I can read you like an open book. Years and years of practice," she chuckled.

I smiled at her, noticing how the sparkle in her eyes was getting more evident. "I'm sorry you had to go through this."

She shook her head. "It's not your-"

I cut her off. "Yes, it is," I insisted. "Now, just accept the apology without stubbornness."

She laughed, her laughter like musical bells. "A lot of people complain about that," she said, "But, I guess that's how I am."

I sighed. "How can I make it up to you?" I asked.

"You just did," she replied. "Just talking to me-"

I rolled my eyes. "Sarah, I'm serious."

She pondered that for a second before she leaned on my chest. "I need to sleep," she yawned.

I, hesitantly, wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You can sleep here if you want," I granted.

She closed her eyes. "Thank you," she breathed, "For everything, for giving me a chance."

"Thank you for forgiving me now," I said after a second of thinking, but I never heard her answer; she was already asleep. I laid her on her back gently and sat on the wooden chair, knowing she didn't need the covers.

I woke up to the gentle breeze hitting my face. I had fallen asleep as well, apparently, on the chair. But, to my surprise, Sarah wasn't asleep, or anywhere in the house when I woke up. I just found a note where she was sleeping. I stood up and picked it up.

'You looked tired. I couldn't sleep, sorry. Call me when you wake up, maybe we could hang out as friends. I'll tell you later. -Sarah'

I sighed; I knew I couldn't ask for any more right now, even though, I had to admit, that I felt like I needed more. Maybe that wasn't how it worked, maybe it didn't require being 'soul mates'. I knew, for sure, that what I felt for her was much bigger than just what I had felt for previous girlfriends; she was more important than just any other girl.

I decided I would call her after patrolling though; I knew I had to go from the bright green 4:00PM on my alarm clock; it was time for my patrol today, and I didn't want to make the 'big boss' angry with me. Well, more than he was anyways. I wouldn't be surprised if he hated my guts.

Not wanting to talk to my parents just yet, I jumped out of the window and sprinted my way to the forest, inhaling the fresh air that smelled different than before. I couldn't deny it; I was happy.

Even though I had super-heightened senses I couldn't sense Colby as he showed up from behind, speeding to stand right in front of me. I stopped before I could phase. "Um, hey?" I mumbled, not knowing what to say. What would you say to your imprint's brother, who's also your 'boss' and the one who had to see his sister hurt because of you?

"I need to talk to you," he clarified, crossing his arms over his chest and reminding me so much of his father, Jacob Black, at least in his glare. His brown hair was messy, like usual, and his green eyes were on fire. Yeah, he hated me.

"Yeah?" I said, "What did you want to tell me?" I asked, leaning on a tree behind me. I wasn't afraid of him. What could he do to me? We were both equal in strength, right?

He narrowed his eyes at me as he approached slowly, the grass shuffling underneath him. "Do you think it's that easy, huh?" he said, his voice venomous. "You just imprint on her and everything is back to normal? Everything is okay?"

I raised my eyebrows at him. "What do you mean?"

"You broke her too much, Uley," he said, "You can't expect her to just heal with one magic look or any of that."

I stared at him. "Did she say something?"

He shook his head. "No, but that was what she was thinking on patrol," he explained, "She was thinking how she couldn't feel for you more than just a friend, and she blames herself for it," he added. "I don't know about how you feel, but I came here to tell you one, very important thing, Randy."

"What is it?" I asked bluntly.

He half-smiled. "Don't you ever dare to force her into anything just because she cares for you," he warned, "The last thing you'd ever want to do is mess with a part-vampire shape-shifter." I had forgotten about that. He really was stronger than me.

"I would never-" I started.

He cut me off, his hand on my throat. "You don't know how much I hate what you have done to her -how much I just want to-" he paused, taking a deep breath and stepping back. "Don't hurt her more, understood? She was supposed to patrol this evening as well, but she's sleeping at home. Don't think of going there, if you don't want any angry vampires and a werewolf. Family's visiting."

I grimaced but nodded. He ran a hand through his hair before running and phasing mid-air. "What? No other rules?" I mumbled sarcastically, making the golden wolf growl fiercely. I shrugged, knowing I would do my best not to hurt her more than I did.

A week later

"Here you go," I muttered, "Twenty bucks."

Bryce looked at me questioningly, ignoring his burger for a second. "Oh," he laughed, "So, what happened?" he asked, referring to our bet last week.

"Can't really tell you right now," I answered honestly, "But, you'll know. Someday you will."

"Mm," he mused, getting back to his burger. "So," he started, "Sarah Black, hot."

I dropped the knife that I was holding. "Excuse me, what?" I asked, a little irritated.

He smiled slyly. "Tell me you two aren't together," he mumbled, eating. "One day, you don't talk to her. The other, nobody sees you without her. And the girl's-" I glared at him, he cleared his throat. "Positive or negative?"

I sighed. "As much as I would love to..." I trailed off, "but negative, dude. It isn't magic."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "What? You can't trust her yet?"

I looked at my hands, turning to open the fridge, "It's her who can't trust me."

He cocked his head to one side. "Really?" he stretched the word unnecessarily.

I snatched the soda and closed the fridge. "Exactly," I said, "She had actually told me that last night." Well, not really; she thought it. Although Colby -and Uncle Jacob- made sure, for some reason, that we didn't patrol on the same time, I had phased by accident; I got too angry. I saw how she thought she couldn't trust me completely, even if her conscious was telling her it was okay. I saw one very important thought as well, though.

As much as I loved her, she loved me.

A/N: :) So, what did you think? I know I had changed my style since the Renesmee series, was it better or worse? I included more details. What did you think? And what about the lyrics as well? It's the first time I ever do that :D

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