A/N: Thank you guys so much for your support on the last chapter. Just checked my email today and it was filled with story alerts, reviews, and story favorites. I never thought so many people would add this story to thier favorites and they haven't even read the 2nd chapter yet. Thank you! You guys are amazing! I'd also like to give a special shoutout to Kelsi for giving me the idea to write a chapter in Greg's POV. But it's not a full chapter, just half. And the other half of the chapter is in Seth's POV. Plus, you get a little flashback from Seth when he got to talk to his imprint. So enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: i do not own the twilight saga or it's characters. But i do own the original character named Greg. yay!

Greg POV

Her skin was soft and cold, just the way I remembered it last. Every kiss she planted on my lips was blissful. I knew it was dream and I knew I should end it before I hurt even more, but I didn't want to. I enjoyed my dream worlds where I could still embrace my dark-haired beauty. Her dark hair fell in my face and the scent of lavender and vanilla washed over me.

I have to leave you now. Her lips didn't move. But I knew that was what she wanted to tell me. I tried holding her against me, but even in my dreams she was a vampire and stronger than me. Her hands pulled my arms away from her before she gave me one last smile and disappeared.

No, Bree. Please don't leave me. But it was no use. She was gone.

I sat up in my bed, my chest tight with the pain that never ceased. I leaned over the side of bed looking for my familiar painkiller. And then I found it. The half empty bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey. I screwed of the top and took a quick morning swig. I closed my eyes tight and let the good pain from the whiskey flow through my body burning away the bad pain in my heart. I grimaced as her golden eyes made their appearance in my mind. So, I took a larger swallow of alcohol and embraced the burning in my throat.

I shook my head. Pitiful, just pitiful. I was only eighteen and already drinking like a true alcoholic. I was a terrible excuse for a son and grateful my mom was on some trip with her married boyfriend so she wouldn't have to see me like this. My mom knew about Bree leaving Forks and she also knew about my slight "depression" over it. But she said it would get better. And has it?—No. I go to sleep with heartache, wake up with heartache, and walk around like a soulless monster.

I finally twisted the top back on the bottle before stashing it back under my bed. I had to make myself get up and walk downstairs. I passed by a mirror on my way towards the living and finally spotted my reflection for the first time that day. My hair was sticking up in awkward positions, I needed to shave, my eyes were bloodshot, and I just looked homeless. I was going to have to remember to take care of myself before I left the house—if I left the house at all.

I plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote to turn to some show called iCarly. But I quickly changed the channel to some music videos because the main character reminded me of Bree. The first video that came on was The Only Exception by Paramore; Bree loved that song. Why does it seem like the world is plotting against me today?

There was a steady beating on the door and I wondered whether or not I had the strength to get up from the couch and answer the door. I sat there for moment while the knocking continued and then finally walked over to open the door. For a brief second, I prayed to the gods of love hoping it was Bree.

But it wasn't. It was Seth. The only person in the world I could actually relate to. We were both going through the same thing. Bree left both of us and sometimes it was good to have his company. He was always there to tell me how trashy I looked or to tell me to get my lazy ass out of bed. We weren't exactly friends, just acquaintances.

He was standing there with an annoying grin on his face. He walked inside my house without even asking—not that I had the heart to care. I closed the door behind him, blocking out the morning sun.

Seth took off his sunglasses and grimaced. "It looks like Dracula's lair in this place…And smells like ball sweat and whiskey." Leave it to Seth to bring the comedic relief to my depression. He glanced over at me and raised his eyebrows. "And you look homeless. Put a smile on and look like a happy hobo at least."

"How can I be happy if she's still not here," I asked. There was no need to say her name; Seth knew who I was talking about.

"She'll come back," he said with a knowing look. "I have good news."

"Really," I said. "And what is that?"

"She's going to be in Forks soon...At my sister's wedding."

I narrowed my eyes at Seth. "And why are you telling me? Wouldn't that be a good way for you to get a head start? I mean, I'm not going to be there…"

"It's a not race…and I'm inviting you so you can have a chance to see Bree."

"Why are you being so nice to me," I asked. It didn't make sense to me why Seth would be actually trying to invite to his sister's wedding. I always thought he wanted Bree to himself. So, why would he be giving me the chance to see her? It would give him an advantage if I wasn't around.

Seth shrugged and began walking around the living, turning his nose up at all my mess. "Bree cares about you and I know she wants to see you…and you want to see her so…"

"So what," I asked confused. "You don't like her anymore?"

"No. I do. I just think maybe you're better for her. I love her but I think you love her more."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I didn't know whether Seth was giving up or just trying to be the good guy. Whatever it was, it was confusing as hell. But I guess I shouldn't complain. He was giving me the opportunity to see Bree again. My heart jumped with relief and excitement as I thought about the possibilities. But then I thought about my reflection in the mirror earlier; Bree wouldn't want to see me the way I am right now. I was mess and I couldn't let her see that.

"I'm going to have to get cleaned up," I blurted out.

"Yeah," Seth said, grinning. "And you're going to have to start with the alcohol." He pulled an empty bottle of vodka out from behind a pillow on the couch. "You can't keep drowning yourself in this stuff. It's not really going to help."

I nodded, astonished from the truth of his words. The alcohol never worked, it just made things worse.

"And you know that's illegal anyway," Seth continued. "You're not even twenty-one."

"What are you—a parole officer now?"

Seth grinned and glanced at the clock on the wall. "I need to go help my sister with some more wedding stuff. I'll send you invitation…make sure you're all cleaned up by then."

I nodded. "Yeah. Um…Thanks, Seth. For this…for…um…giving me a chance to see her."

Seth shrugged. "Yeah, no problem."

Seth POV

I left Greg's house, shaking my head. I'd been going over to his house for the past couple of months. At first, I always thought he was out to take Bree away from me but then I realized that he was in love with her just as much as I had been. Maybe a little more and that was the problem. Every time I went over there, he just got worse—drowning out the world in different kinds of alcohol. There was always an empty bottle of something around his house.

So that's why I invited Bree to Leah's wedding. Even though Leah absolutely despised Bree, she finally allowed me send her an invitation. I was doing this for me and for him. I decided that if Bree came to Leah's wedding, maybe Mr. Alcoholic would be able to straighten himself out a little. And then maybe I'd be able to really figure out how I felt about her.

I'd always thought that Bree would be the only girl I would ever truly love. But then I imprinted and it was like something was torn away from me. I still loved her but now something just seemed different. Like we weren't connected as much and it was because of my imprint. Stella. Bree's younger sister.

Yesterday, I'd told Bree that I'd seen Stella after the actual imprint. And I wasn't lying when I said yes, but since that day, I haven't stopping thinking about her. Worrying about whether I should go find Stella in Portland. The imprint was already affecting me; I felt the need to protect her.

~.~.~.~.~

It was cold evening in January. Bree had left Forks two months ago and I still couldn't stop blaming myself. I had to see her…or write to her or something. There had to be some kind of way to apologize. But I needed to find where she lived; I needed to talk to Alice. She would know where Bree was if she was still keeping tabs on her.

The roads were slightly slick from the snow and rain the day before as I drove to Forks from La Push. I arrived at the Cullens' mansion but when I got out of my car, there was no trace of the Cullens. I couldn't smell their familiar scent anywhere. I couldn't believe they'd already left Forks and hadn't even told me. Jacob didn't even tell me. He must have left with them.

I walked around the house, looking for any evidence of where they might have gone, but there was nothing. Only a parked silver car. There was young girl with black hair standing up against the wall of the house with her arms across her chest. My heart skipped a beat as I thought that maybe this was Bree, but I would have smelled her. The girl turned her head towards me with wide eyes. My heart leapt again, but this time with a different recognition. It was her—my imprint.

I contemplated my actions—should I turn around and go back home? Or go talk to her? I couldn't stay away from her forever. I took a deep breath a decided to face my future like a man. I walked up to the girl. Her teeth were chattering from the cold and I wondered briefly how long she'd been outside.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," she replied with a weak smile.

"What are you doing out here?"

She sighed heavily. "Well, I came here to talk to Bree but I see the Cullens don't even live here anymore. I tried leaving earlier but my car wouldn't start…I guess it's too cold. So, I've been standing out here for about an hour trying to get some service on my phone…And that's when you showed up."

She smiled at me again but this time my stomach started doing flips. I wanted to help her…I needed to help her. She was imprint and there was no way I was just going to leave her out here in the cold.

"I can give you a ride," I suggested.

She shook her head. "I couldn't let you do that. I live all the way in Portland."

"Well, you can't just stay outside in the cold. You'll freeze."

"You don't mind," she asked looking uncertain.

"Not at all," I replied. And briefly I remembered the words Sam had told me about imprinting: You'll be anything for her. Do anything for her…

"Thanks," she said as we began walking over to my truck. She was still shivering and I had the urge to wrap my arm around her but I stopped myself. I was still wary about the whole imprinting thing. "I'm Stella, by the way."

"I'm Seth."

As soon as we were both in the car I turned on the heat and some music. Stella immediately relaxed into the seat and I could see that her cheeks were already turning a pink color from the sudden warmth. "Do you know the way to Portland," she asked.

"Actually I do." You learn a lot of things from being in the pack.

We rode in silence for a while and it started bothering me. But I didn't know what to say to her. Stella stared out the window watching the trees go by and I wondered what she was thinking about. I decided to stop at a restaurant close to Portland so that we could both eat. I didn't know about her, but I was starving. Stella followed me as I chose a booth for us to sit in somewhere in the back. We both say down across from each other and soon a waitress came to take our orders.

"So, you're friends with my sister," Stella asked, looking me in the eyes. How had I not realized that her eyes were blue until now? They were like water…I felt like I might get lost and drown in them.

I nodded. "For about five years now."

Stella leaned in towards me and the scent of roses swept over me. I'd never smelled anything so intoxicating. "So you know what she is," she whispered. "You know that she's a vampire."

"Yeah and so do you. She told you?"

Stella nodded. "She told me when Hayley and I visited her." She sat back in her seat and sighed. "Have you and Bree ever dated?"

"No."

"Have you ever thought about it?"

"Bree and I have an understanding. There's always been that possibility but it's not going to happen."

"Because of the other guy," she asked with a knowing look.

"You know about him?"

"Not exactly. I saw him coming over to the house when we were leaving. Is that her boyfriend?" I nodded. "Do you have a girlfriend right now?"

"You ask a lot of questions," I replied as the waitress returned with our food. Stella began picking at the fries on her plate. "And no, I do not have a girlfriend…Do you have a boyfriend."

Stella blushed and continued picking at her fries. "No. I'm not interested in any of them...Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, I'm interested in guys but not any of the guys at my school." Her cheeks turned even redder and I chuckled.

"I know what you meant," I said.

Stella nodded and looked down at her plate. I could tell she was embarrased. We both ate in comfortable silence for a little while until she decided to ask another question. "How old are you?"

"Older than you."

Stella giggled. "I'm sixteen."

"I'm twenty."

"You don't look twenty. You look like you're only seventeen or eighteen." I shrugged, wanting to tell her it was wolf thing. I hadn't really aged that much since the first time I had changed.

Stella didn't ask any more questions and we both finished eating and were able to get back on the road towards Portland. The trip only took thirty more minutes until we reached the outskirts of Portland and by then Stella was able to give me directions towards her house.

"This is it," Stella said, pointing to a two story house close to the car. I drove up in front and even in dark I see that it was a beige color with green shutters but there were no cars parked out front. "Looks like I got lucky. But I still don't know what I'm going to do about the car. My parents are going to kill me when they find out."

"I wish there was something I could do," I said.

Stella shook her head. "No, I just need to face the music. Take whatever punishment they give me. I wasn't supposed to take the car anyway; I don't even have my full license."

"You drove all the way from Portland to Forks with just a permit?" She nodded and sighed. "Impressive. I say they should give you some slack for that."

"I wish." Stella continued to sit in the truck, staring out the window towards her house like maybe she didn't want to go inside at all. "I should go." She got out and closed the door behind her before I could even properly say bye. I watched as she slowly walked towards her house, checking each step to make sure she wasn't stepping in ice. But she missed a spot and slid right onto her butt. I was out of the car as fast as possible and at her side, assisting her up.

"That is so embarrassing," Stella said as she shook her head in disgust.

She tried getting up but her foot slipped on the same piece of ice and she fell against me. I wrapped my arms around Stella's small frame, helping to steady her stance. Both of her palms were against my chest as she stared down at her feet. And even in the dark, I could see the heat rising to her cheeks.

Stella took a deep breath. "Thanks for the ride and for helping me up. I don't know many people who would take the time to do what you did. Thank you."

"No problem." I unwrapped my arms from around her waist.

"I guess…maybe I'll see you around."

I nodded and watched her walk up to the front door of her house—without slipping again. Before walking in, she turned around and gave me a smile.

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I thought about that smile all the time. I hadn't seen Stella since that night, seven months ago. But I thought about her constantly.

Sitting in my truck and gazing up at the July sun, I thought about Stella, my imprint. She probably had a boyfriend by now; there was no way a girl as pretty as her would go seven months without a boyfriend. They were probably splashing around in some pool. And deep down, I wished it was me. I wanted to be there for her in any way possible.

I'd been trying to keep my distance from her, hoping that I could reverse the imprint and go back to just loving Bree. But there was no way that I could anymore. There had to be a way for me to see her.

Greg and I definitely had our problems. Greg was drowning himself in alcohol while I felt like I was drowning in the confusion of my emotions.

Please Review. Should i write another chapter with Greg's POV? Give me any ideas you might have and i just might use them :) I'm not sure when the next time I update will be but i can tell you that the wedding chapters are coming. Looks like Bree is going to have to face both Greg and Seth in the same room...

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