Elle's POV:

After not seeing Chayton in such a long time, he still looked exactly the same as he always did. Okay, so may be it wasn't a long time; perhaps it was a day. But he still had that worried expression all over his face from yesterday when my family had kicked him out ever-so-violently. They hadn't needed to be like that. Actually, minutes afterward I had yelled at my Grandpa E. and Aunt Rose. They were a bit shocked on how I could swear and insult like nobody's business.

"Elle," he somehow managed to move across Grandpa C.'s office in one, quick stride. "I am so sorry."

I gave him a glare. Of course, I had expected him to apologize. Because he was who he was and it didn't matter if it wasn't his fault; he was blaming himself. "Chayton, no," I reached out to his hands. Gracefully he brought his own hands forward and held my small, pale palms in his dark and strong. "It's neither of our faults."

As much I would like to blame myself... and well, I sort of did. I couldn't tell Chayton that, he would be just as mad as when he had blamed himself.

"You're right," he agreed.

"My family doesn't understand, Chayton," I said, rubbing the inside of his hands, "For being so smart, they can be so stupid."

He lifted his eyes to meet mine, and held for a long time. Our brown-black eyes reflected in the others. He looked down at our hands and rubbed mine, distracting me while bringing his face towards mine, kissing my lips sweetly. "I love you, Elle, and I always will. They can try to keep me away, but I promise that I will be back the moment they decide you're ready."

I bit my lip. Who was to decide when I was ready other than myself? I grasped his hands tighter. "I love you too. We both know that I am more than ready for this. It's them: they aren't ready for the little baby girl to become a woman that can love and be loved deeply and emotionally. While you're gone, I'll show them what I'm capable of, then maybe they'll decide I'm grown up enough."

He nodded, then smiled. "I've been thinking of you." He eagerly pulled one of his hands away from our hand pile and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small, folded-up piece of notebook paper. He kissed it gently and then placed it in my hands, still holding them comfortably.

I gasped before pulling my hands away and grabbing at the table on the other side of the hospital bed and pulling back a envelope that read, "To my Chayton", and handed it at him. "I wrote a letter for you too."

He smiled even wider and examined the envelope, looking impressed. "Fancy. But, Elle, you have to promise not to open and read that for a while. Maybe wait a week... when you start to really miss me, you can look at it and be reminded I'll be back and everything..." he rambled on and on, explaining stuff about me that he knew he'll miss.

It was hard to stop him, I was blushing madly. "Chayton!" I stage whispered, "You can't open mine either until you really need it... until you really miss me."

His mouth made a straight line. "I will really miss you the second I have to step out of this door." He tucked the envelope in his front pocket and grabbed my hands again, swinging them lightly. We stared at each other, nothing to say, basking in the joy of our last moments together for a while.

"Time is up," I heard a voice say from the other side of the door. My Grandpa Edward, not even bothering to come in. Chayton slowly removed his hands from mine and leaned down to give me one, last, beautiful kiss and then slowly left the room.

It felt a little odd to not say 'Good-bye' or 'I love you', but we had our letters to each other for that reason. Chayton's letter to me still weighed down my hand slightly, and I groaned at it, wanting to look at it so badly. Instead, I hid it under the sheets, where it was hard to reach. I sighed and pulled the remote in my hand, needing to turn on a Soap Opera or something.

My Jacy is gone. My Chayton is gone. My parents will be home tomorrow and that was usually something I would look forward to- but not when I knew they were going to reprimand me and lecture me like none other.

Jacy's POV:

Daylight was breaking by the time we finally got out of the big city. We had a few weeks ahead of us, I knew, I figured out that Jule lived even farther than where I was going. I told her I would take her home safely and then I would head back on home and maybe see if I could get some money for a new transition for her bike.

Jule shook her head feverishly after I told her that. "Absolutely not. Jacy, you're a nice boy, I'm not going to try to smuggle thousands of dollar from your family."

I laughed a little. "My family... we come from money... a lot of money," and there really wasn't much more to say other than that. She still refused, and I couldn't help but love her even more for that.

Love? No, that isn't possible. Love isn't suppose to happen overnight... What was happening?

And then it hit me. The wave of realization! Something I should have known all along... I had imprinted on this girl. That's why now she was all I could think about and stare at and protect and love and touch and feel. She was absolutely amazing.

"Do you want me to help?" her smooth voice asked me, interrupting my thoughts.

I looked down, I had forgotten about the motorcycle that I was rolling along. I had offered to after about an hour of her pushing it, and she hadn't asked for it back since. I even offered her to sit on it while I pushed it, but she refused.

I shook my head. "No," I said, not very tired at all. "I'm good," and I threw a big smile at her just so she knew I wasn't lying. I imagined that I could probably push it the entire trip home.

"So, Jule, what's your family like?" It had been something that I had wanted to know since she told me that they lived way up north by Ely.

She shrugged. "I live with my two younger sisters, my older brother, and my mom. They're all cool, I guess."

I raised my eyebrows high, "Three siblings? What are their name? How old are they all?"

She pursed her lips like she was thinking about answering, and then looked over at me. She took a long glance at my face, perhaps trying to see if it was safe to tell me more information. She must have decided I looked innocent enough. "My youngest sister Sonya, is nine years old. Then, my other sister is sixteen, he name is Carla. And my older brother, Celio, is twenty-four. Oh, and he has a fiance who is living with us right now; Stephanie."

I imagine for a normal family, that was a fair amount of people for one house... but it, of course, was nothing compared to the numbers that mine contained.

By the way the inflexion of her voice was, she didn't sound like she very much cared for Carla, Celio, or Stephanie. I felt bad for her having to live with many people she disliked. But, to make sure, I asked, "Do you get along with all of them?"

She paused again, thinking before she spoke and then sighed. "Well, not really. Carla is sixteen... an annoying, bratty teenager who still thinks the world revolves around her. Celio... well, he has a bad temper and doesn't really get my point of view on things, so I rarely talk to him. Same with Stephanie. Sonya is really the only one I connect with. We're so much alike."

"How so?" If they were much like each other Sonya must have been pretty and sweet and kind and funny and amazing.

She hitched her breath as soon as the question escaped my lips and she held her lips together tight. "I'm sorry... I really shouldn't say anymore about Sonya. Jacy, I'm sure you're a great guy and all... but Sonya is the only friend I have in the world and I can't risk anything happening to her. I can't tell you anymore about her."

I suppose that was suppose to feel bad: the person you love not trusting you with certain information. But, I got where she was coming from; I would probably do the same with Elle. Although, I would tell Jule anything she wanted to know. I trusted her totally and completely.

She quickly picked up conversation again, "Who lives with you? I'm curious, if you don't mind sharing."

I laughed and shook my head. "I have a huge family. I am sure you wouldn't care to hear me drone on and on."

"Oh come on," she said, sounding like she was actually interested. She reached up with her left arm and gave me a very slight punch in the shoulder. "I want to know about your high-class, rich, fashion loving family."

Again she made me laugh and I launched into a huge explanation. "Really, the only 'fashion loving' people in my family are my two aunts, their names are Alice and Rosalie. They're both-"

I cut off there. Could I tell her everything about my family? Could I tell her that Nessie and Jacob were parents though they looked almost as young as me? Would she ever even meet my family? She would. I was sure of it. And sooner or later, like all other imprints, I would tell her about this world of vampires and werewolves... Besides, I couldn't lie to her any more than I had to about my age. And, eventually, I would tell her how old I actually am.

"They're both married. Alice is married to Jasper, and Rosalie to Emmett. They don't have any kids. Then, there is my two sets of Grandparents... my Great Grandparents Esme and Carlisle and my mom's parents; Edward and Bella. They have one daughter, and that is my mom, Renesmee. She married Jacob, which is my dad. And his friends live with us most of the time. Then, there's me and my twin sister Sarella; everyone just calls her Elle, though." I looked over at her, expecting to see a stupefied expression. But instead, she look like she was intrigued.

"You have a twin sister? That's really cool. Do you two get along?" She asked me in her sweet voice.

"Well," I mumbled a little. "Not always... but, yes, most of the time." Chayton came to my mind. Screw him, get him the hell out of my head!

"It must be loud. Having that many people under one roof. Do you get along with everyone?" I had no clue why she would be curious about that.

But, I answered, "Eh, most of the time it's fine. Recently, it's been kind of... well, just stupid. That's why I ran away." I looked down at my shoes and kicked a rock a few feet in front of us for no good reason.

"Anything you want to get off your chest?" she asked me, grabbing my chin into her hand and making me look at her. God, she was beautiful. And wonderful.

I seriously considered telling her that my sister was having a, uh, 'thing' with one of my father's friends. But, I couldn't even comprehend the thought in my mind. I wasn't totally used to the idea yet that Chayton had imprinted on Elle. If he felt the way towards her the way I feel towards Jule... well, that was surely a good enough reason to kill him.

"No, not really," I said with a sigh.