Disclaimer; Yeah, I'm Stephenie Meyer writing on fanfiction. No seriously, werewolves exist and this is just a story, with Twilight's characters who I take no credit for – I just like to toy with them.. especially Jacob.

No song because I can't think of one yet :P

Once at Sam's I knocked on the door, fretfully waiting for him to answer. I knew that his house was like a second home to the wolf back, however I felt a strange need to knock. A few moments later, Emily opened the door. A half grin was etched to her face, the imprinted scar making it almost impossible to move her mouth. "Jacob! Hey, come on in." I smiled faintly at her – I was vaguely resentful of her always happy persona. People use to call me the happy kid and still do still I never knew why – my smile wasn't always on. Whereas Emily's smile was marked to her face, even after cooking for the whole pack.

"Is Sam here?" I asked while walking in, my eyes hovering around the place. Their cottage like house was so warm, so hidden from everything else. Something a little like I had – a place I'd never thought to be found in Washington.

"He's outback, why don't you go see him." Nodding with a 'thank you' in her direction, heading outside. The back garden of their house was even more magical, the exterior outlined with the wild trees that grew from the forests edge. Tiny flowers sprouted everywhere from the Earth, coloring the place delicately. The fresh air mixed with the sweet aroma if earthly flowers made me want to breathe in more air.

"Jacob?" I was greeted from behind, having walked out further than intended without noticing my surroundings. Sam was perched on a fold out chair, poking a budding fire, awaiting it to shine to its true potential.

"Bonfire? I wasn't aware there was one."

"There isn't." Sam looked down seeming rather embarrassed.

"Then why are you putting one up?" Hopefully he didn't think I was nosy.

"You'll see later." He was blushing; great old Alpha was actually blushing. Then it hit me, ew. Unwanted memories flooded my mind of the last time Sam and Emily had decided to have 'fun.' Ew, okay I did not want too hear about anything like that yet.

"I do not want to know." Making a face before sitting myself down, throwing little twigs into the fire.

"What's up Jake?" Sam – stopping his attempt at making a fire – looked attentively towards me, waiting for my answer.

Racking through my brain, I tried forcibly to put my question together, though nothing came out right. Instead I asked the simplest question. "Did I imprint?"

Sam raised one eyebrow, his eyes still fixed on my face. "I – Well, I think you need to phase to show me how you feel, I don't know how to tell… No one else, except for myself has imprinted in the pack." A mixture of expressions crossed his face, confusion, shock, worry.

I nodded, heading towards the woods along with slipping my shorts off and tying them to the string around my ankle. Proceeding to phase, letting my body take its destined form.

I could feel Sam's presence slowly slip into my reality, grasping on to my own mind.

Okay, show me the girl you think you've imprinted on.

Humpft, that'll be easy. I could imagine every bit – that I'd seen – of her. I thought of her wavy hair, how I was so memorized by it. Her chocolate eyes, the way they looked like melted pools of chocolate. How she moved throughout the day, the feeling when I touched her – helping her up – and talking to her. Lastly I rethought the first time I'd seen her in class, sitting at my desk. Before I could finish my fateful moment, Sam interrupted.

You've imprinted.

Really? I've actually imprinted? I thought that was like… really rare.

Sam ignored my observation, leaning on to describe further; he seemed like he was in a trance, almost.

You've imprinted at impossible… standards. I don't think I was even like that with Emily. I mean, she wasn't all I could think about but then again I had Leah to worry about…

My wolf form gulped, meaning it was rather loud. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? What if she didn't like me? Oh, I'd be stuffed.

Can you tell me more… about imprinting? It would be best to learn as much as I could about the wolfy situation before I did anything stupid.

Of course, Jacob. Lets phase back.

I nodded, making my way into a private opening. Phasing and tugging on my shorts,

I headed back to where Sam continued in constructing his fire.

"I heard what you were worrying about. Don't worry, if the imprinting is that intense, I'm sure she already feels a tug to you."

Well that was good.

"She's all I can think about." I confessed, running my fingers through my dark hair. I had never been the one to confront Sam with my feelings, mostly I talked to Embry or Quil or maybe even Seth if I felt weird in anyway however Sam was the only person I could count on.

"Jacob, have you tried getting to know her?"

Was he stupid? "It's been one day. No, it hasn't even been one day."

Sam rolled his eyes, leaning back in his fold-out chair once the fire had sparked. "I know that but seriously Jacob, why don't you try it? Talk to her tomorrow instead of shying away. You never know, she might want to talk too."

He had a point there, that's for sure. It was usually easy for me to make friends; I was a open, easy person to talk to. Now when I had to try and communicate with my supposed soul mate – I was scared shitless.

"She's an amazing drawer." I didn't know if I was talking to myself or Sam however I felt a need to say it. "And she thinks I'm nice." I recalled the conversation I'd had with Seth in wood work. "She's good friends with Seth, already."

Sam laughed. "Who aren't good friends with Seth?" He had a point there; anyone within a seeing distance of Seth could tell he was a great kid, already happy just from seeing his high spirited persona. "Anyway, imprinting is a way werewolves find their soul mates that of which you already know. Hmm, how to explain? Love at first sight, kind of except a lot stronger. You forget everything other than the girl you're bound too for life. When you first lay eyes on this girl, everything else just dims; fades away. All you think about, care about, love is the girl you've been tied to. You can't resist the love you feel for an imprint, and neither can they."

A life sentence? What if she didn't want that?

"I saw that, Jake. What did I say about not worrying? The imprinted themselves feel a strong pull; it's hard to resist it." Great, he'd seen my moment of doubt. "There's really nothing more to say, basically you've found the reason for your existence, your source that holds you to Earth."

"My… Life support?"

"Yep."

I'd ended the conversation with Sam, only to phase so I could be left alone in my own thoughts. Well, that didn't happen.

Is it true?

Did you really imprint on Bella?

What did Sam say?

Why aren't you talking back to us?

Out of all the voices in my head, I liked Seth the best.

Guys, just leave him alone. You can see from his thoughts that Sam has confirmed him imprinting, what else do you need to know?

For someone younger than the rest of us, he sure was wiser.

Thanks Jacob !

Course, he could read my thoughts.

No problem Seth.

After this, I phased; they were annoying the hell out of me. I wanted, needed to be alone. Shrugging on my sweatpants I had attached to the string around my ankle and headed home, luckily I wasn't too far away.

- - - - - - - - -

"Are you kidding me!?" My father was not being serious, he couldn't be, right?

"Charlie and Isabella are coming over for dinner, end of story."

"She likes Bella." It just slipped. . .

Billy raised his eyebrows. "You talked to her?"

"Briefly."

"Jake..."

"I imprinted on her, dad. This is just going to be bad, embarrassing and just ugh! I can't even talk to her without feeling embarrassed." I threw my hands up in frustration. "I have to change." I did not want to look bad in front of Bella; neither did I want to look good. I wanted to be… normal. How though?

"Just treat her like any other girl; you know you've never believed in imprinting from the little knowledge you knew of before. Just treat her like a friend and see what happens."

Wow, Billy knew his stuff. That actually sounded like a better than good idea. I opened my mouth to say something then snapped it shut.

Billy laughed. "I always knew you'd take my advice one day."

I rolled my eyes, heading up the stairs. [ A\N; yes Jacob's house has stairs ;) ]

My room was untidy; she would not be going in here. There were clothes all over the place, here and there. I could still see my bed, lucky enough. My wooden desk had stuff all over it, schoolwork, carving tools for rare occasions of being bored. A reading lamp and a book I had yet to read – for school of course I wasn't much of a reader.

I made my way to my impossibly full draws, trying to find something appropriate to wear. Ugh, I felt like a girl. I settled for a button down checkered shirt, in all shades of blue and left my usual cut off denim jeans on. There, that was fine, right? Ugh, here I was again. I really never cared about my appearance, why start now?

I flew down the stairs with imperfect grace, settling on the tattered couch we owned. "What time will they be here, dad?" As if on cue, there was a knock on the front door. I was on my feet in an instant and I could hear Billy's chuckle coming from the kitchen.

"Don't look too excited." Excited? No, I was nervous.

I opened the door with a grin painting my features, only to be taken away by Bella. My eyes connected with hers and I was lost again. With my extra hearing ability, I could hear her heart and it was hammering against her chest. I swallowed harshly, before moving out of the way to let them in. "Come on in guys." My voice was strained, strangled almost.

Charlie strolled in without hesitation. "Billy! God, it's been too long." I ignored them, my eyes falling on to Bella who still idled outside. She smiled timidly at me; I could see her cheeks burning scarlet. Wow, she looked beautiful. She was wearing a sky blue shirt that happened to be colour coded to mine accompanied by a pair of light denim jeans.

"You going to turn into a Popsicle outside or come in and not freeze to death?" I teased, a smirk playing along my lips. It was nowhere near cold to me; being a werewolf had its advantages however I was aware that the weather had been colder as of late.

She chuckled softly, nodding as she walked into the house. Oh gosh, Bella Swan was in my house. I gazed at her subconsciously, Billy's gruff voice snapping me out of my little daydreams. "Don't stare too hard son, you might burn a hole in her head." Must he be so embarrassing?

Once my gaze had dropped, I could feel Bella's eyes on me. I couldn't look up in fear of her noticing the red blush that had painted my cheeks; would she be able to see the clear indication of truth Billy was talking of, under my russet skin or was it invisible? I kept my eyes down while sitting on the couch, unable to lift my gaze to meet hers.

"I can see your blushing." Slowly I lifted my gaze to meet hers. Bella sat across from me, propped up on floor against the wall. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Yeah, but you know.

"Dinner's here." Billy announced. I got up hastily, walking over to the dinner table we had. Well, it couldn't really be called a dinner table, just a table. Nothing flash or clean, but it stood.

Pizza. Right, I remembered that Billy couldn't cook due to his being in a wheelchair. How the hell did that slip past my mind? You were too busy thinking about Bella.

I was aware that Bella had sat across from me, that she took two slices of vegetarian pizza and that her glass contained water. Aware of her movements, her breathing and smiles she had suppressed rarely. I had finished my fifth slice of pizza and she had just finished her second, I was nowhere near done. As I reached out to grab another slice, I could feel her eyes on me. Taking the piece and placing it on my plate, I looked up to meet her eyes. "Yes?"

I saw her cheeks flush a deep red; she'd been caught ogling. "I was.. well… Never seen someone.. eat so much?" I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little – she was cute when the embarrassment turned on.

"It's a Quileute thing."

"Right." Bella smiled coyly towards me, before excusing herself from the table.

- - - - - - - - -

After I cleaned up the table, and did the dishes by myself, yes I did it all alone. There was something I'd overheard Billy and Charlie talk about; Charlie's house was steady enough to live in however it still needed a few repairs here and there. Great; they were moving in. This both excited me and scared the hell out of me.

When I had finally settled down in front of the couch where Bella and Charlie sat, I was interrupted by Billy. "Son, why don't you take Bella to your garage? Show her your rabbit your working on."

"I'm sure she's not interested in cars… Dad." In truth, I just couldn't handle being alone with her.

"You're working on a car? Wow, that's impressive, I want to see."

Greaaat. I looked back at her, she seemed truthful enough. Getting up, nodding with my head in the direction. "C'mon." I shot Billy a 'You-Are-So-Paying-For-This' glare, before heading out to my manmade garage. I could hear Bella following shortly after me, then the clatter of tools once we'd entered the garage. I twisted hurriedly, only to have her fall into my arms – she'd tripped over the tool box I had accidently left on the floor.

Wow, she really was a klutz.

Once again I felt that same electricity burn through my veins at the feeling of our touching bodies, which was soon released once I'd steadied her and dropped my arms.

"I've ended up in your arms twice today; I guess you've caught on to how clumsy I am." Well, I didn't mind it catching her when she's fallen.

"I think I get a clear picture… lucky I have good reflexes." Or that I'm a werewolf…

Bella laughed softly, shrugging her shoulders. "Where's your car?"

I pointed to the mess of a car I had; I hadn't worked on it in almost a week – too busy with werewolf duties and the fact there'd been a vampire in the area.. and oh fuck. There was a vampire and not just the people of La Push were in risk but Bella was in danger. Now, I would definitely step it up a notch at patrol if it meant safety for Bella.

"It needs to be worked on.. But yeah that's it."

"Like I said, impressive. I've never met a. . ."

Was she asking for my age? "Seventeen?"

"Never met a seventeen year old mechanic."

"I don't think I've ever met a ?"

"Sixteen."

". . Sixteen year old who's so clumsy." I teased, my eyes trailing to the floor. Was it allowable to seem such at ease with someone I hadn't known for a day?

"I'm turning seventeen in three months; I'll start a world record of clumsiest teenager." I risked a glance up at her, seeing her too looking at the ground. Was she thinking the exact same thing I was?

"Bella?" Charlie appeared in the doorway, his hair streaking with rain. "Time to go." Charlie waved to me, before leaving. Looking towards Bella, I smiled shyly.

"Goodnight." I waved hesitantly.

"You too. See you at school." With a final smile and short wave, she too left.

I woke with a start to my alarm clock blaring a rather annoying noise. Just as I was about to roll over, demand another five minutes to no one but air; I remembered Bella's last words. See you at school.

I have to get to school. Now.

Twenty more minutes and I'd be seeing Bella, maybe. I raked my mind for today's schedule, smiling at the fact English was first up, again. I'd get to see her, hopefully talk to. There wasn't much interaction between us last night, though I wasn't expecting any, we had only known each other for a day.

I got dressed, as fast as possible humanly possible. With a simple light brown shirt, board shorts and an apple; I was out the door. Of course, after I brushed my teeth and such though having a shower last night, leaded me into not needing one this morning.

I was out the door in five minutes from opening my eyes; a record. Why I was so desperate to see Bella? I still didn't know. Was that a factor that came with imprinting? That you simply had to be around your imprint, or else it caused physical pain? I jotted that question down in my mind for later; I'd go to Sam's again for a futher detalied list on imprinting.

Wow; I'd truly imprinted on Bella Swan. It was such a weird thing… finding your soul mate in life. I didn't believe in that stuff, the first time I'd heard of it. Now, I was intrigued by the idea; I needed Bella Swan in my life one way or the other.

Without noticing, I'd already walked into the school grounds. My feet had carried me whilst my brain worked out the impossible. How could I find a way to talk to her? Did she have any of my other classes? God, I was obsessed.

No, I'd imprinted.

Uuuggh, this was doing my head in.

"Jacob?" I turned to see Seth standing before me, smile and all.

"Seth." I acknowledged, twisting around to face him fully. "What's up?"

"I've just been talking to Bella," I eyed him suspiciously. "And she spoke of you, again." I tried my best to keep myself composed; I didn't want Seth to see me excited about a girl talking about me. "She said you were nice last night, she wished you'd talked to her more often."

My mouth fell at this new piece of information. She had wanted me to talk to her more often? I composed myself quickly, my mouth snapping shut before I hesitantly glanced to Seth. "I don't know how to talk to her.." I admitted shamelessly – that was one thing I'd gotten use to ever since I'd turned into a wolf. Privacy was just one of the things you had to live with being a werewolf; your mind was let out for the rest of your 'brothers' to look into which completely sucked however in one way also helped; I wasn't embarrassed to let out my fears or feelings. "She seems to like you a lot." Who wouldn't like Seth, though?

"It's called being nice, just go up and talk to her in class. You have her in English, right? Just make any random conversation up or something?" The idea wasn't half bad, seemed easy enough.

"Hmpft, guess you're right." At that moment the bell had rang which only meant one thing to me; Bella. "Thanks for being supportive, Seth." I added before making my way to class, to my soul mate.

talia_x;Jared and Quil haven't imprinted yet, only Jacob and Sam. I know, I know. Uberrrrr late update. I originally planned to write more for this chapter however that would've meant a later update and I'd rather keep you updated quicker. I think I might be able to update more regularly, even though school has started again; gives me something to do after school other than homework though yes, I do do (do do !) my homework, unfortunately -_- I'm a A student, kind of so meh :L

Review, and I might share Jacob with you for a day.. minute ;) he's in my closet ;o

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I'm off to see the wizards, the wonderful wizard of OZ !

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