Chapter 2: Hey Sam...Did You Know?

It had been a few days since I imprinted on Jacob. I couldn't stop thinking about him at all hours of the day. Jacob was like the sun in the morning, and the moon at night. When he wasn't around me or even in my head, it was like a storm. Depression would set in when I ended up missing him.

My fist pounded on Sam and Emily's door harshly, I couldn't stand being away from Jacob for this long. The only thing keeping me from him was being at Sam's. Jake would be over at my house soon, but I needed to tell Sam about my imprint. I needed to ask how slow I should take things, and when I should even tell Jacob about my feelings for him. The door creaked as someone unlocked the door. Emily slowly shoved the door out of her way as she stepped forward to greet me with a bright smile.

"Hello Paul! What brings you here?" She greeted me with a warm hug.

"Hey Emily! I came here because I needed to talk to Sam about something." I hugged her back lightly.

"Oh!" Emily chuckled softly. "He's in bed. Probably sleeping would be my guess, as he was out all night."

"May I see him though?" My eyebrow raised slightly.

"Sure!" She stepped out of the way, her hand waving me inside. My feet dragged me slowly to Sam's room, his loud snoring emerging from the cracks in the door. I opened the door quietly as I walked in, peeking my head in before the rest of my body.

"Sam?" His snoring kept its tempo. "Sam!"

Sam jumped up a little and mumbled something I didn't quite understand. His hands fumbled as he tried removing the covers from overtop of him. When he finally removed the covers and stood up, all you could see him wearing was a white tank-top with blue stripped boxers. "May I help you?"

"May I help you find some clothes?" I grinned while teasing him.

"Ha-ha, very funny." Sam snickered.

"Yes it was," sarcasm dripping off my tongue. "Aside from the outfit, I need to ask you about some things."

"What kind of things?" He asked as he went on a clothes hunt.

"Well...it's kind of about imprinting..."

"What about it?"

"I imprinted." I sat down gingerly on his bed. Sam turned to face me, in his hands a pair of old blue, worn out jeans and a green v-neck shirt.

"You did? Congrats man!" He smiled from ear to ear as he pulled on his jeans, then slipping on his shirt. "Who's the lucky lady?"

Blushes a bright crimson red, and smiles. "Actually...it's Jacob. Jacob Black."

"Jacob...Billy's son..." Sam was surprised. His mouth hung open so wide it looked like a whole bunch of flies could nest there. I nodded slowly, afraid that he would judge me, I looked down. "Well, congrats..."

"Thanks Sam..." I looked up and smiled sheepishly.

"Your gonna have to explain this to Billy though, cause I sure as hell am not." He rubbed his eye and yawned while he walked back to his bed slowly.

"Umm...Sam?" He turned slowly to face me, his eyes halfway shut.

"Yes Paul?" Sam's voice cracked a little.

"Can I...no, may I bring Jacob to the bonfire at the beach tonight?" Now Sam focused more, his jaw set hard and tight.

"I don't know Paul. Don't you think Jacob might be a little shocked at the thought of meeting us face to face?" Sam stared at me, all seriousness exposed on his facial features, his arms tightly crossed over his chest.

"I never told him about the imprint. All he knows is that I just want to start over, as friends. No more than that right now. I really don't want to scare him off. Jacob just needs to trust me as well as my judgement." My teeth held my lip firmly now, even more afraid that Sam would use his alpha tone to reject Jacob coming. Sam halfway turned and looked toward the doorway as if someone called his name. From this angle, you could see the creases on his forehead, signaling he was thinking.

"Alright Paul, I say he can come. But, first things first, the elders and Jared have a say if Jacob can come as well. Not just me. My say counts more over but so does the elders. If they say yes, you may ask Jacob to come." Sam smiled slightly as I let the breath, I didn't even know I was holding, go.

"Thank you Sam." I smiled genuinely back. Sam nodded and patted my shoulder before returning to his bed. My feet turned me as fast as I could, and bolted through the front door.

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Jacob's POV

My lips touched the cold glass of coke as I took a swig. The TV flashed random colors as a commercial played, the music was doing the same old beats as every other one. A heavy sigh escaped my lips. My phone then beeped, my hands reached into my pocket and pulled the little device out. I unlocked my phone and read the text Embry had sent me.

Hey Jake!

I stared at the screen, deciding what to do. I wanted to say hi, but I really didn't want to talk. Just then my phone beeped again.

Hey! Want to hang out?

I frowned, about to turn my phone off. But it turns out, the message was from someone else. Paul! A wide smile spread across my lips as I went to his text so I could reply back.

Hey! And YES! :)

As I waited for his reply, I rose from where I was seated on the couch. I walked to the kitchen while thinking about Paul. I wondered what he had planned for us to do. My thoughts turned into daydreams as I imagined us just going out to get pizza or even hang out on the beach. That's when I decided to stop my thoughts in their tracks. Why do I seem like I'm acting like a freaking teenage girl over some guy when I'm a guy?

Great! I'll be over soon! Paul's text sent butterflies through my stomach.

See you soon! To be honest, my heart tugged when I told him the word soon. Soon was way to long, I wanted him here now. My stomach now twisted in knots, not wanting to eat anything now. I started a quick jog to my room.

My hands gripped the closet door and yanked it open immediately. My eyes scanned for something better to wear than sweats and a t-shirt. Focusing on a light blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up and dark blue jeans, I pulled them right off the hooks that they hung on. As I undressed and slipped on my new clothes, I spotted something sparkling as the sun beamed its brilliant rays through my window and onto it. I slowly approached the shimmering object to find it was a gold watch. It looked familiar, but I knew it wasn't mine.

Then I remembered something that happened a few days ago: Paul grinned wide as we walked along the road to my house. The clouds started coating the blue sky, turning it a sickening gray. Paul's hand grabbed my left shoulder, putting our walking to a halt.

"Jacob, take my watch please." Paul smiled.

"Why?" I looked up at him as it started to rain, the little droplets of water splattering my face.

"Because, it'll help you keep track of how much time I'll be gone. And plus, really good friends give their friend a gift." He unhooked the watch from his large wrist and placed it in the palm of my hand then making me curl my fingers over it to hold it in place.

"Thanks!" I smiled.

A smile spread across my face as I thought of it, picking up his watch and shoving it into my front pocket. I walked slowly to the bathroom then, opening the door so I could step inside I looked into the mirror. My hair was in a crazy mess that hung around my face. I gripped the brush and stroked it through my black hair to untangle to disarray. Within minutes my hair became that same black-satin curtain it usually was. I reached down onto the small counter and grabbed a random rubber-band and twisted it into my hair so it would be pulled back into a neat ponytail. That's when the doorbell rang...