Disclaimer: All i own is becky and sasha. The rest belongs to stephenie meyer

Sorry for the late update my computer crashed.

Becky's POV:

"So what are you gonna wear tonight ?" Sasha seemed more enthusiastic about the date than I did.

"Not sure. Jeans and a t-shirt I guess."

"There is no way I'm gonna let you walk out of this house in jeans and tee on your first date in a year! No, I have a better idea, we are going shopping."

"I don't have spare money to spend on shopping I have to pay rent you know it doesn't just magically pay itself."

"That alright cause the shopping spree is on me and don't say no because I insist. Think of it as an early birthday present."

"I don't have a choice do I ? We are going shopping whether I like it or not, right ?'

"Ah, you know me so well." She said with a huge grin on her face. "Now let's go!"

Seth's POV:

"So how are things with the imprint ?" Embry wasn't genuinely interested, he was just trying to create conversation since patrolling was quite boring today, not a vamp in sight.

"Pretty good actually, I've got a date with her tonight." I couldn't believe everything was finally working out.

"Wow that's impressive, I could have sworn Candy despised you."

"Her name is Rebecca."

"Yea. Dude I know she's your imprint and your like soul mates and your bound to loving her and all that jazz, but doesn't the fact that she's a striper bother you ?"

"It's none of your business what she does and no it does not bother me."

"Actually it does, remember I can read your thoughts, so why cant you just admit it ?" He was right it did bother me but I didn't wanna talk to him about it, he wouldn't understand what it was like to imprint on someone.

"Look I'm going to Sam's. Emily invited me over for lunch, I'll see you later." And with that I was off.

Becky's POV:

Sasha wasn't happy with any of the dresses that I'd tried on. Either it was too short, too long, the wrong colour, too tight, too loose, too formal, too casual. At this point I felt like goldilocks and I was never gonna find anything that was just right.

"Okay I promise this is the last dress you have to try on and then we will leave, I swear."

"Ugh fine!"

I came out of the changing room wearing a strapless black dress that hugged my body till my butt then flows till right above my knee.

"Wow, honey you look gorgeous. This is definitely the dress."

"Finally! Can we go home now ?" I said in a whiny exhausted tone.

"Not till we find the right accessories and shoes to go with the dress."

This is going to be a long day.

Seth's POV:

Emily was the nurturing type, she was definitely born to be a mother. It was always easy talking to her so I thought that she would be the best person for me to talk to about Rebecca.

I walked straight in to the house and Emily like always was cooking in the kitchen.

"Congratulations!" She exclaimed as soon as she saw me walk in the house.

"Thanks...on what exactly?"

"You imprinted! I know you've wanted to for a long time and it finally happened... why don't you look happy about it ?" I couldn't lie to Emily, no one could lie to her, like I said she was born to be a mom.

"I'm not sure if you know this but the girl I imprinted on is a stripper."

"Oh I know. It all everyone is talking about."

"That's just great."

"So her being a stripper upsets you?"

"Yes it upsets me. I mean I don't want to sound cave man like but she's my imprint and I want her to be mine, not to have her been seen that way by strange men. You understand that right ?"

"Oh Seth of course I understand I mean it can't be easy for you but just imagine how hard it is for her. I truly doubt that she wants to be a stripper but sometimes people have to do these sort of things to put food on the table. I'm sure that one day when she's financially stable enough she'll quit but till then you just have to suck it up because that's what she does everyday. It's a tough world out there."

She was right. I couldn't say or do anything about Rebecca's job because it was none of my business. And I was just being selfish by making it all about me when really it was Rebecca that was going through it all.

"Thanks Emily, I knew I could rely on you."

"It was my pleasure. Okay Sam's gonna be here any minute from the garage so will you help me set up the table for lunch ?"

"Yea sure. Where are the little monsters ?"

"They have a day out with their favourite baby sitters Colin and Brady."

"Ha poor kids."

"No poor Colin and Brady, those girls are getting more mischievous by the day."

As great as Emily was as a mom those kids definitely knew how to rattle her. Which got me thinking what my kids would be like, would the be as crazy as Mia and Lani... god I hope not.

Becky's POV:

It was almost 7 so Seth would be here any minute now and Sasha had just put the finishing touches on me. She put my hair back in to a messy up do and accessorized me with big golden earrings. For make up she kept it natural with mascara, eyeliner and a smoky golden eyeshadow to make my eyes pop as Sasha put it. And with lipgloss and blush I was done.

"You look stunning!"

"Thanks to you."

"Yea well you know I do what I can. Now admit this is so much better than jeans and a t-shirt."

"Definitely. Where would I be without you?"

"Looking like a complete mess with your hot date."

"Uh its 7 he's gonna be here soon. I'm so nervous."

"Sweetie there is nothing to be nervous about, now come here and give me a hug before you leave." As soon as she embraced me the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Sasha exclaimed before I could even say anything she was opening the door.

"Hi. Is Rebecca there ?"

I thought I was nervous before, well the sound of his voice drove the butterflies in my stomach crazy.

"Yea I'm right here."

As soon he was in my vision I noticed something I never noticed before, he was hot! I mean supermodel hot! How could I have not seen it before I guess I was too busy trying to push him away. The was tall dark and handsome. And you could tell that he was really muscular even though his shirt wasn't tight it fit him well. And he was looking at me the way he looked at me the night we might, the kind of look that made me wanna blush.

"You look... amazing." If I wasn't blushing before I was definitely blushing now.

"Thanks, but I have to give credit to my roommate Sasha."

"Well she did a great job. Should we leave ? My car's parked outside."

"Yea sure let me just get my purse."

Once we got in to his car, he turned on the radio, loud enough that there wasn't an awkward silence but still low enough that we could talk.

"So where are we going ?" I asked him.

"This new italian restaurant that just opened up people say its really good. Unless you dont like italian, we could go some place else."

"No it's fine italian is good."

After long silent pause he finally said something.

"Your roommate is really talented." It was sort of cute that he was trying so hard to make comversation.

"Yea this is kind of her thing, fashion, which is also how we met, art school."

"You go to art school ?"

"Yup, I have for 3 years now."

"Wow that's great. What kind of art are you in to."

We spoke about art school and how I got in to it till we reached the restaurant. The place was classy, probably the most high end place you'd find around here. It was candlelit, definitely romantic. He did well picking this place but it made me uncomfortable, I don't belong in places like this.

After we sat at our table I decided to ask the questions.

"So what do you do?"

"Me and a couple of my friends opened up a garage. It isn't much but its what we love to do."

"Cars huh ? They're your thing ?"

"Yup. When I'm working on a car it's like I'm in a place where no one can disrupt me, everything is peaceful, kinda like how you feel when you paint. And it gives me a great sense of pride when I fix a completely wrecked car."

It was obvious that he was passionate about it and I was glad he was sharing it with me. But then there was a sort of awkward silence which was obviously supposed to be filled him asking me what I do, but he knew exactly what I did and I could tell by his expression that he wasn't gonna bring it up. What was he just going to pretend like its not true ? Well if he isn't going to face the facts then I will.

"Well you know what I do, you can talk about it you know."

"Yea but I don't have anything to say."

"Really ? You don't think I should quit ? Your comfortable with the fact that I am a stripper ? And that right after our date I got to start my shift. Your ok with that ?"

"Well isn't exactly ideal and I would be lying if I said that I was completely comfortable with it. But I really like you and I just have to deal with it till you decide you don't want to do it anymore."

Wow. He is a really great guy. He's good looking, intelligent, passionate, funny and he was settling for me. For as long as I do what I do he would never completely be happy and even though he's nice enough to try and be ok with it he's not and it's not like I'm quitting any time soon. This isn't going to work out, he could do so much better. I know if I keep dating him eventually he wouldn't be able to put up with this and he'd leave me and I just can't deal with that. As much as I dont want to I'm going to have to end it now.

"Look your a really great guy and this isn't about you, but I can't be in a relationship right now."

I picked up my bag and ran away before he could say anything. I hardly know him but this hurt too much my heart ached harder everytime I took a step further away from him. It was like my heart was telling me that I'm running in the wrong direction.

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