*I don't own Twilight.

(PPOV)

Walking into Emily's kitchen was like walking into a zoo. The only difference is, instead of little kids running around, well we do have a couple of those, we have giant men running into one another and knocking each other and other items over. Every expensive breakable piece of furniture or decoration that Emily owned was packed away. We've all broken so many things in this house. I'm surprised she doesn't hate us. I guess we're just too damn cute.

Almost immediately, I had to dodge a football that Seth failed to catch. He turned slowly and grinned apologetically, "Sorry, Paul, I got distracted," he smiled sheepishly. I rolled my eyes at him, handing him the football. Even if I hadn't dodged it, it wasn't like a football would hurt, even thrown by a werewolf.

You would think that Seth would've automatically caught the stupid ball, right. Well, Seth is still relatively new to the enhanced senses, which can suck. It's easy to get distracted by something as simple as dust in the sunlight; it looks like glittering pieces dancing to us werewolves. If something as mediocre as dust looks that cool, I'm sure you can see the problem. Not to mention, it's always worse when you haven't been a wolf for that long, you see everything in a whole new way.

To be honest, that was the worst part of becoming a werewolf for me. It's like being a child all over again; you have to relearn how to do everything. You have to learn how to not break things accidently, how to touch a human without snapping their hand or something, you have to get use to the senses, the feelings, the instincts, just everything. I hated that, I hated needing someone to teach me how to function normally again, I hated admitting that I actually needed Sam's help. Because, I know that I wouldn't have been able to do it on my own, I probably would've ended up hurting someone or doing something stupid.

"Where's Elita?" I asked Emily.

Emily smiled at me, "I think she's playing Barbie with Claire," she laughed.

My eyes widened, "And how has that been going?"

Emily bit her lip a little, "Quil has been watching them." I could tell by Emily's expression, that there was a reason to watch the two. Claire is a lot younger than Elita, by six or seven years. I doubt Elita has the patience to deal with Claire. I don't know if Elita has ever dealt with small children, she may not understand the word gentle.

Quil was on the floor, listening to Claire's instructions on how to dress this bear thing. What the fuck are they called? They're from that commercial on TV, Build-A-Bear, or some shit like that. Quil brought Claire to Seattle one day and let her make one, I don't think Claire let the damn thing go since.

As if sensing me, Elita turned around and flashed me a huge smile. She dashed up and held her arms up, wanting me to pick her up. I place her on my hip; she wrapped her legs around me. I looked at the blond, plastic doll in her hand, it was dressed on the bottom, but not on the top. "Barbie?" I asked.

"I never had one, did you know that?" Elita asked. I obviously didn't, but I felt a familiar pang of sadness and anger as she mentioned yet another thing that she didn't have. "They're weird though."

I chuckled, "And why is that?"

She held it away and squinted at it, "They just are. They're fake looking, like some of them girls on TV," she smiled. I kissed her forehead; she seemed a lot happier now, than when we first got here. She was slowly warming up to everyone. She trusted me, so she was starting to trust the people I trust. I know she was sad and lonely when I found her, but now she has all these people around her.

"How did it go with your parents?" She asked me. I was always caught off guard when I'd see the concern in her eyes. Her worry was over me. I couldn't get over that, and not only was it over me, but she was so young, yet she still cared.

I ran my fingers through her hair, brushing it out of her eyes. I needed to bring her to get a haircut and buy her some of her own clothes. I realized that Jared and Sam were waiting for me to answer Elita's question. "It went alright. We're going to try to work things out," I told her.

"Why would you bother if they hurt you?" She cocked her head to the side, as if I were some complicated equation she was trying to figure out.

"Because I love my parents, and I don't want to have such a suck-y relationship with them. Does that answer your questions?" I smirked a little at her curiosity.

"Yeah, for now, until I think up some more," Elita grinned. She started squirming, "Put me down," she ordered, "you're making me sweat, gosh." I sat her down and she dramatically started waving a hand as if she were fanning herself.

"You always make fun of me," I frowned at her playfully.

"I'm sorry," she said mockingly serious, "It's just so easy though," she cracked up. Despite the fact, that the guys started laughing too, and Elita was making fun of me in front of everyone, I couldn't help but laugh. Man she changed me. A month ago, I would've been pissed about it and probably went outside and phased. Now, I could just roll with it, I saw it was all in good nature.

"Play Barbie with me, Paul," Elita said.

I immediately frowned, Paul Hatch playing with dollies? Hell no. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope, Quil is playing, why won't you?"

"I don't know how to play with dolls," I said, the distaste written clearly on my face. Everyone was snickering and giggling at me, ugh, I was so losing my man cards. Men don't play with dolls when they're eighteen, it's wrong. I looked at Quil; he lost his manhood the moment he imprinted on Claire.

She rolled her eyes, "Facing his bitchy parents, sure alright, tearing up vampires, no problem, playing with a doll on the other hand, is his downfall," Elita said dryly. "Sit your ass down and play with me."

I sat and snapped, "Watch your mouth, what did I tell you about cursing."

"That I can't until I'm in high school and only when you're not around to hear it," she murmured back. "My bad, I forgot again."

"Sure you did."

"Are you making fun of my short term memory problems?"

"Of course not," I replied. "I'm completely positive that you just 'forgot."'

"Fine, I have a problem with authority. Does that satisfy you?"

"Yes," I answered smugly, ha, she broke first. Damn, I sound like a child.

Elita stood up and grinned, "You may have won this time, but I still got you by the balls!" I took off running after her, as she ran away.

Yes, yes she has me by the balls, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to admit it. And, she just cursed again, I told her not to say anything about people's junk or balls, what the hell? She doesn't listen.

I caught her, "Woman, you can't even let me think I still have my dignity?"

Elita smirked, oh shit, wait until I explain how true that statement is. She doesn't even know about imprinting yet! I'm so in for it when she realized her true power of me.

Well I can just kiss my manhood goodbye. Wait until she's a teenager…I'm done for.

A little fluff between Elita and Paul. Next chapter, you're going to find out some of the stuff that has happened to Elita in the past. She's also going to be finding out about imprinting soon. Haha.

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