When I woke up, I was in bed – I was trying to remember in exact detail what had happened the night before. I was confused for a moment, but then it came back – Seth, werewolf, cold-ones, imprint…

Yes, that is what happened. And then I actually thought about the situation – it was funny. I started laughing out loud, uncontrollably. It was so hard to believe, and yet, I believed it one hundred per cent. When I finally stopped laughing, I got out of bed, got dressed, and got ready for school. I was still thinking about it, the reality of it. I felt like I had been sucked into a gothic teen drama. A bad gothic teen drama.

My mom wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I just left. I was a little behind time, but I would deal with it. Who cares if I'm a little late?

The teachers, obviously. But when I got there I wasn't late, people were still randomly wandering around.

"Hey." I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned around.

"Hi." I said, and started laughing again.

"What's so funny?" asked Seth.

"I don't know." I laughed out. "Sorry." I apologized.

"Don't apologize." He said.

"OK." I blushed.

"You blush a lot." He points out.

"I don't." I protest.

"You really do." He tries to convince me.

"Fine I do. But I wish I didn't. It's so obvious. I blush when I lie. I couldn't ever get away with anything when I was a kid. I blushed when I was telling the truth. When I was embarrassed or scared." I tell him.

"You weren't blushing last night," he whispers.

"I wasn't scared last night." I whisper back. He grins. I love his smile. It's so happy, it makes me happy.

"OK. Tell me about you." He said.

"Why?" I questioned.

"I want to know." He says.

"Um…what do you want to know?" I ask him. He smiles.

"Everything." He says.

"Fine. I was born here – but I moved to New York when I was young, my dad never liked the small town. When he and my mom got divorced he moved back to England – where he was born. Me and my mom stayed in New York for a bit. But after Gran died and left her the house she took it as a sign to move back." I tell him.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asks. I sighed. I hadn't told anyone.

"I did have a little brother, once. Finley. When he was born, he had cancer in two places. In his heart and in his lungs, he was only a baby. One night he got really ill.

The doctors tried their best but he died." I whispered the last part. The worst part. The part that brought tears to my eyes. The death of my baby brother that barely got a chance to live.

"I'm sorry, Erin." said Seth. I didn't say anything because I couldn't. I hadn't told anyone about him – about Finley because if I did it would make it seem too real.

I tried to hold in the tears. But they silently roll down my cheeks anyways.

"Are you crying?" he asked me.

"No." I lie. I try and push the thoughts to the back of my head.

We stop walking, and hug. The feel of his warm skin comforts, it soothes me and stops my tears in their tracks. It feels nice, and right. I don't care who's watching us, because I feel better, I feel comfortable, I feel safe.

"Thanks." I whisper.

"For what?" he asks, confused.

"For being here." I say.

A/N: Aww…sweet. That was my first try at the cute stuff, so it was probably crap. I'm not one for writing I-love-you-so-much romance. How was it?

Sorry it's been so long. Really, really sorry!
OK – so was thinking…should I do another character's POV?

I'm not sure, so I thought I'd ask you! Yes, you in the baseball cap (wouldn't it be funny if someone was actually wearing one?). Anyway – if you think I should write in someone else's POV, then leave a review – saying yes or no, and if yes, who's POV. It can be anyone's.

Thanks!