AN: And now, for Seth's side of these... events, before we get into confession moments

~Seth's POV~

When I was twelve, I made my own personal bucket list as an effect of too many episodes of ER and other assorted medical dramas. I was kid who easily got freaked out, so I figured if I had my list, I'd have a reason to fight and stay alive. It was ridiculous, but I never lost that list.

Four years later, I went back to that list and read it. It was a good list and didn't have anything too ridiculous, aside from an escapade with Jessica Alba. That one couldn't be blamed though, for Paul showed me a couple of pictures of her, sans clothing. Besides, that particular one was on every guys list. The rest of them were things such as writing a book, visiting the pyramids, seeing the Amazon. However, when I looked back on it, I realized that there was one thing that ranked higher on my list than anything I could go to or do.

That thing was getting Relic Anderson, the most beautiful girl in the world, to fall in love with me. That certainly wouldn't be easy though, seeing as how we were two different species. She was a spunky half-vampire from who knows where, and I was a werewolf, or shape-shifter, whose entire pack didn't like Relic very much. Ours was an interesting relationship, but somehow, we got along well. The thing was, we were just friends, as much as I hated it. I would have preferred being her boyfriend or something, or having not met her at all. At least that would have made things simpler.

Of course, my life is anything but simple, as proven when Relic and I convinced Paul to get us some booze. Somehow, both Relic and I ended up shitfaced.

But that wasn't the worse. Seeing each other drunk would have been normal, if anything. But no, of course not. I decided to lean forward and kiss Relic. One thing led to another, and before either of us knew what was happening, we were tangled up on the floor, fucking.

Me, having sex with Relic Anderson, the most beautiful girl in the world.

It would have been great if after that, Relic admitted that she had secretly harbored a crush on me since we met, which always seems to happen in the movies but never in real life. It would have been great if she'd woken up and asked if I really had meant everything.

But she didn't. When I woke up, Relic was out playing video games as if nothing had happened. She didn't anything about it, but judging by her slight stiffness, she didn't want to approach the topic. As much as I wished she would say something, I was content with silence.

It wasn't until that night that I realized how lucky I had gotten. Relic could have gotten scared and stayed away from me. She could have refused to see me again.

But almost a month later, I realized that things really weren't okay. Relic was acting odd, or more-so than usual. She had been around Kim and Emily more, and seemed to be keeping things from me. It was like I was losing Relic, and that scared me.

I had been mulling it over all day, as I ran patrol. Paul, who was sharing the shift with me, was beginning to get annoyed. He had put up with a lot of my moping over Relic, but me worrying about every little woe of hers could grate on his nerves. Even now I could hear him considering what to say. I beat him to it.

What do I do?

Paul's sigh was audible through his thoughts.

What do you mean, what do I do? So she's talking to Kim more than you. That's suddenly a bad thing?

Yes! I answered. She's never talked to Kim more than me! It's just so weird...

She's a female, man. She's bound to need another girl to talk to. Especially after your little stunt.

Paul was privy on my little escapade. I hadn't been fond of telling him, but after catching me moping he dragged the information out of me. His reaction had been disgust, knowing that I hadn't taken the opportunity to get with the girl I had longed for for so long. He had shoved me into a tree actually, and then contemplated going to talk to her himself. My pleading had swayed him from that course.

Conditionally.

I had to get the balls to ask her out, and tell her I had relished that moment more than anything.

I stopped patrolling early that day and walked to my house. Paul hadn't minded it, in fact he seemed relieved that I was taking care of things. His thoughts had been centered around something along the lines of 'no more whining.'

Ten feet from my house, I picked up Kim and Emily's scent, as well as other assorted smells. Kim and Emily were long gone, but Relic was still present. My stomach dropped to my feet when I realized that and I nearly back-peddled right back to Paul and admitted that I was a ball-less pup who couldn't confess his feelings.

I pushed through it and opened the door. Relic was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, seated daintily on the top step. Her face was red though, and tears were cascading down her face. My stomach went lower, but this time it was in panic. I raced up the steps and threw my arms around her.

"Relic, what's wrong?" I asked, pulling her tightly to me. She drew in a breath, bordering on a sob.

"Seth..." She whispered, pushing me back. Her hands rested on my cheeks and her blue eyes locked on mine.

I couldn't have prepared myself for what came next.

AN: So late...