Brianna POV

We pulled up to the tiny ranch with our boxes still on the front porch just the way my dad left them before our trip to the hospital. I jumped out to investigate just in case there were some off people in this small town who like to steal things. Flat screen: check. Computer: check. Mom's ring: check. Its a simple ring, silver band and a single round diamond but it was my moms. Well actually my great great grandmother's but it's been passed on, obviously. My dad gave it to her in their final year at Berkeley after my mom got a job working as an intern at Beaumont. By the time she had me she was beginning her residency. My mom was amazing and I love living in her memories and knowing that the ring that she loved so much is close to my heart.

"Isn't it nice knowing that we can be worry free about leaving the doors unlocked?" My dad said coming up behind me carrying sleeping Lillian.

"We are still going to lock the doors right?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, it's already a habit of ours. You can't undo a habit." I watched my dad walk inside and I carried in a box of my clothes.

My dad was in his early forties and the grays made him look ten years older. He used to have thick, dark brown hair and now there was a bald spot forming on the crown of his head. It wasn't a full blown bald spot but you could still the areas where there should be some hair there but there isn't. The years have been good to my dad though. He runs every morning and used to spend at least an hour at the gym every other day.

I used to do the same. After my mom died I would stay with Lillian in the morning while he ran and when I sat down for breakfast he would come home, take a shower, drive me to school and drop sissy off at day care. I would stay after school at the school gym with whatever sports team was training and follow their instructions, at a separate station of course. Then I would come home drop off my school stuff, do whatever homework I had and wait for dad to come home. I would then go out running and be home in time for dinner. All that has led me to be average height for a teenage girl, tall enough to be normal, short enough to wear heels, and a size four. I look at girls who are double size zero's and their tiny bodies and all I do is feel sorry for them. They are so skinny that every time the wind blows they get knocked down on their bony asses. My hair is dark chocolate brown and is entirely wavy and on occasion ringlet curly, depending on the weather and as far as I can tell my hair is going to be ringlet curly here in Forks. Thank God for straighteners.

I examined my stitches and saw a dark purple bruise starting to form over it. Sexy. I fixed my hair to cover it over and reapplied chap stick. I then went out to the porch to unload whatever was left. The moving truck would be here tomorrow with the rest of our bulkier stuff. Such as the couch, chairs, dining room table, beds, dressers, and etc.

Dad was inside ordering whatever you can get for takeout here and I was plugging in lamps on the floor. My thoughts had lead me to Deputy Clearwater. He seemed like he was a stand up guy. He was so stand up that I had to remind myself that he was too old for me and guys like that aren't on the market. They get snatched up by women who know what they have is great grab onto men like him so he couldn't get loose. No guy that good looking is on the market for a girl like me. A "cynical" girl. Of course there's bitterness behind that thinking how couldn't there be with a "cynical" person like me? That's what my old boyfriend called me when he was giving me the boot. "Cynical" he says, "Asshole Cock Sucker" is what I say. My mom died! What the fuck do you want from me? When I needed a rock to lean against I got the blob. I got absorbed digested and spit out into this "cynical" person, fucking jerk. Then Stacy 'Big Tits' Kilter played the show me yours and I'll show you mine game and there was no way I was going that far to get back that cock sucker. My dad said don't worry, it will all get better and there's not just one guy out there. There's an entire world of men out there and of course they now have to go through me to get to your sweet and delicate heart. Well who could argue with that?

Two hours later I had Chinese and I was in my "room" covering my self with the blanket I took on our little road trip and the pillow that used to match my blue room. It was so hard to fall asleep with all of the quiet so I went downstairs for a moment. Going downstairs led to going outside. Going outside led to a camp out. A camp out led to star gazing. One thing that I found amazing about the country was how black the night could get and how bright the stars could show. On this particular night I could find Orion's Belt and always the big and little dipper. My eyes searched the sky for any other kind of constellation and again my mind drifted to Deputy Clearwater. I began to imagine walking down the road, hand in hand, and we just talk about anything. Life, love loss, love gained, friendships we've formed, and our future. There was no problem with our age and we lived happily ever after but then again, I've never met anyone with a happily ever after. Before my mom died I would've said my parents. All my other friends parent's have had a divorce and they weren't exactly pretty. One of my friends dad got custody and he was the one who was abusive. Life just isn't fair.

Before my eye lids closed for the night I saw one bright, shooting star and I made a wish.

Seth POV

"Jesus Embry, you hold you alcohol like a woman and you're a heavy fucker." I groaned as I carried him to my car.

"We had a lot to celebrate!" He exclaimed with a heavy slur. "I'm gonna be a dad and you finally imprinted." He broke loose from my hold and threw up. "We also had a death so we had to drink away the pain dear, dear Embry."

"Your name is Embry. My name is Seth." I said picking him back up.

"Holy Shit! That's right!" He said right in my face and my stomach did a flip from the stench of his breath.

"God save your ass when you get home. Gail is going to make you pay for this tomorrow morning you know that right?"

He waved his hand in my face and I practically threw him in the passenger seat.

Before I shut the door he said, "She's pregnant. The only thing she's gonna fight me about is who gets the toilet to throw up what we had tonight."

I closed the door thinking to myself, light weight son of a bitch has no idea what's coming to him. Technically I wasn't in the best condition to drive either but at least I wasn't shit faced like my friend over here.

"Man you gotta bag?" He asked.

"Glove compartment." Seconds later he puked.

He asked me to take the long road so he could sober up as much as he could before he met the wrath of Gail. Not only do werewolves heal faster but they can lower their BAL by .01 every 5 minutes. We came to the part of the road where all you see is trees and the road in your headlights. The night was as black as the bruise on her head. I tore myself up about that. I didn't mean for her to hit the rock. I just wanted her to get away from the edge, to save her. Although the actual imprint didn't happen until I saw her look at me. Every tie that I had to Jake, to the pack just fell away. There were no thoughts in my head just her. Just the way she looked. Her bright green eyes, her hair. And then when I actual met her I knew she was the one for me. She had whit, a smart tongue, polite, honest. I always asked Allan how he felt when he first saw Leah. How it was like for the imprintee. He said that he could not stop thinking about her. That whatever he was working on she would pop into his mind and then he would keep thinking new thoughts about her over and over again, questioning them, day dreaming about those thoughts and then he wouldn't snap out until something else needed his attention. Even then he would start to think about her.

I wondered if she was thinking about me. What was she thinking about me? Did she day dream about me like I her? Does she want to see me? Does she also think about that age limit that keeps us from fraternizing? With me being a cop it makes our relationship, if you can even call it that, just that much harder. She seems mature for her age but she's seventeen with another six moths to go. Well legally she is considered as an adult. Yeah legally to be charged as an adult. Although I'll be the only one behind bars. Maybe of we kept it on the reservation. What the hell am I doing? I'm already thinking about sex? No. Not with a minor. Take it step by step.

Not before long I'm at Embry's little shack next right in the middle of no where. It seems like everyone in the pack finds that one house in the reservation cut off from civilization and in the middle of the woods. Embry had fallen asleep on the way here and I had to beat him awake. Not shake him but physically beat him to get him to fidget. Gail had figured out that she can tickle him awake but for us guys that just seemed gay.

"C'mon dude, you're home." I said with a nice knock to the jaw.

He shook himself awake and looked wide eyed at his little cabin. "Fuck what time is it?"

"Almost midnight." I said. "So from shit faced to sober, where are you at?"

"Between drunk and buzzed. I gotta get in there before the clock hits twelve. My chariot is about to turn into a pumpkin." He said stumbling out.

"Go man go, and it was good to see ya' man. I'll come by tomorrow to pick up those ashes."

"What?"

"You said that I could scatter Bella's ashes at her house because of that family that lives there now and it would be easier."

"Oh yeah, that um... I don't have them."

I rolled my eyes part from annoyance and part from exhaustion. "Well who the hell does?"

"Jake." He scratched his head and looked at me guiltily as he stuck his head through my window.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me, man. Did you leave them there?"

"Technically it's not my fault! Quill was supposed to remind me to pack them but then Paul and Jake were roughin' it out and we all wanted watch and... yeah I left them there."

"You fucking forgot Bella? How in the hell do you forget Bella! She's fucking...!" I slammed my hands down on the steering wheel and glared at him trying to calm myself down before I destroy my car... again by turning into a wolf. "Don't worry about it. I'll get her this weekend. I can see how Edward is holding up and see how I can help and take her home with me." I paused and Embry still had not moved from my window. "Go inside Cinderella. The bedroom light just turned on and I wanna get outta here before you guys start howling like monkeys."

He smiled at me and ruffled my hair. "See ya man. Thanks for the night out. It was much needed."

I waved him off and lit his path up to the house and when I saw the shadows of colliding bodies I pulled away. The thought then crossed my mind: I have have found my imprint, the love of my life, and I have no idea of how to tell her. How do you tell someone that these fictional characters actually exists and that you have to be okay with that?