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Soo, the first part of this story was pretty boring to write I have to admit. thats why it took so long to post, plus it's exam week at school. blah! Anyway here it is finally, chapter 10!! I cant believe I even written this much O it's insanity, but it's fun :)

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I edited this chapter, it's basically the same, just revised a bit more, after finding a few things that made no sense. I'm not saying you wont find more, but I hope it's okay now.

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Good grief.

I wasn't really one for using character sayings, except when I would make fun of something calling it 'totally boss'. But I felt like saying it. Good grief, what was my life becoming? As Jacob helped me hobble out into his kitchen he explained to me that he had called my parents, getting Kim to impersonate me, I of course hadn't though Kim sounded a thing like me, her voice was soft and light, mine was somewhat similar but the tone was different, a tad bit deeper. They had used my cell phone though so my mom, if they could even tell, had just assumed that it was bad reception to why my voice sounded so odd. They asked if I would possibly be able to spend the night at Kim's house. At first, Jake said, they (Heather), was reluctant then they used the begging technique, of which every teenager argued with. I was sure Kim must not have been unfamiliar with it because she pulled it off.

"But you said I'd been sleeping for over 16 hours Jacob, and however long before that, so why haven't my parents come to get me yet?"

"They did, you were at Emily and Sam's for a while, playing it off as Kim's place, and they came to get you but you were asleep. They didn't want to wake you. They had a nice conversation with Kim's 'parents'-" he used air quotations with one hand as the other held on to my waist effortlessly, balancing me. It would have been easier if he had just carried me, but I supposed walking would be good for me now. "-though. Played flawlessly by Leah and Seth's mom, and Quil's grandpa, Old Quil. Even though they were somewhat suspicious at the sight. He's ancient..." Jacob laughed, reading my face, "Your mom was polite enough not to say anything, don't worry."

"That still doesn't answer the question, Jacob." I told him as I was seated at the kitchen table. Jake pulled out a chair for himself.

"I know. It was suggested by Billy, who just happened to be by visiting," Jacob gave me a grin, "That you should be able to stay with friends until you're fully moved into your new house."

"They found one then?"

"A house? Yeah, it's nice. Big. Needs a bit of a paint job but that won't take long."

"Did they say...when?" I asked slowly. I needed to know how much longer I would be without my family. I was awake now, and aware enough of my self and surroundings enough that I could carry out a conversation with them. It was hard to believe they didn't figure out something was up. Not Clark, he was dense, but Heather was more... intelligent? No, suspicious. Heather was more suspicious than to think I was actually just sleeping, and she'd never allow me to just stay with friends I'd just met. At least, I don't think she would. I had never really had friends so quickly or that I wanted to really spend any time with.

"Sometime tomorrow is when they called the movers for I think. That's what they told Billy anyway. You should be back in your own bed by tomorrow night." I smiled warmly at the thought. My own bed, it had been three weeks since I had last slept on my mattress. Always hotel beds. Those are fine for vacations, but not to live on. They became uncomfortable after a while. I missed my warm covers, pillows, and down filled mattress. It was like just like what I imagined paradise to be like at the moment.

"Do you want to make something to eat now?" Jacob looked at me, no longer smiling, but his face wasn't unkind. I nodded that I did and he got up to help me over to the counter. At this specific moment of time I didn't care what I ate; my stomach just needed food. It was screaming to me 'FEEEEEED MEEEEEE' well, that's a bit of melodramatic, but I think you get it. I was hungry.

I opened the fridge and found some wrapped meat, the label read 'turkey' and I laid it on the counter. Then I made my way hobbling over to the bread box about three feet away, pulling out some multigrain. I was impressed they would buy this, considering that all that was in their fridge was a bunch of fish that looked like they had caught themselves, about a thousand packages of hotdogs, and pop. Also a few sticks of pepperoni and the turkey I was lucky enough to find.

I started to put the turkey on the bread and looked up at Jacob, who was watching me like a hawk, with a fierce look in his eye. But it wasn't me he was really looking at; it was the food I was working with.

"Umm, Jake?" I asked him cautiously, stopping what I was doing and he seemed to snap out of his weird trance and look at me, pulling his eyes away.

"Yeah?"

"Do... you want one?" he was practically salivating. Jake nodded and I tried to suppress a smile, making two turkey sandwiches now.

We spent most of the afternoon hanging out on Jake's coach talking. The sandwiches weren't bad, and Jake downed his in about five seconds, inhaled it was more of the word. I told him a lot about the random places I'd lived, and about my old best friend Alex, how we still exchanged e-mails but I felt his probably meant more to me than mine to him. Jake seemed to understand what I meant by it and not look at me like I had to heads. It made me respect Jacob a little bit more, like him just that extra little bit more than I did, just because he didn't judge me for it. His comprehension of me was good. And he talked to me a lot about what it would be like living in La Push and the schooling and things. The odd thing was that we never really touched on Paul, on why I was in his house, or that there were such things as werewolves for those few hours. We never even mentioned on the subject, though I could always feel it there. I wanted to be comfortable with Jake, and I was for the most part. But it was like there was always something behind our pleasant conversations, lurking and waiting for the right moment to jump out at us. The elephant in the room. I'd found out that there were such things as fictional beings the night before, something Jacob had already known, and yet we spoke about school and friends. It was very weird, but Jake was so funny and always kept things happy and light, kept me laughing and cheerful. It never left my head though, Paul's face, Paul's wolf form. Finally even Jacob's distractions weren't good enough. There was a small pause in the conversation and I ceased my chance.

"Jacob, what's going to happen?"

Recognition to what I was talking about hit his face and the smile dropped.

"What do you mean, 'what's going to happen'?" He countered carefully.

"Let's not play this as a game. I know you're not really that ignorant." I told him.

"Okay, but pretend that I was, what are you asking me?"

"For help as a friend, someone I can trust, to explain to me what's going on with Paul. I want details. Details from someone I can look in the eye and not feel intense heat in my cheeks. Someone who I can talk to who wont spare me all the cheesy, 'I'm in love with you crap'. Can you please help me understand what the hell is going on? So I'll be prepared for when Paul comes back to talk to me."

Jacob sighed, thinking hard. Finally he said, "Alright, where do you want me to begin?"

"The beginning sounds good." I grinned at him.

"Fine, but Paul's going to get pissy with me. He wants to be the one to explain it all, some romantic crap, hoping to do this right, really unlike Paul. So I'm only agreeing to do this because he's one bad storyteller." He returned a nice grin back at me, playful almost, like a child getting caught doing something he knew was wrong.

...

I sat staring back at Jacob, still seated on the couch. That was more detailed than I had expected from him. He did as I requested, starting at the beginning of the Quileute's history. He told me about his people... and their enemies. The Cold ones, vampires as the movies call them, things I'd never believed in, mythical creatures the older kids used to scare the younger kids at school on Halloween. And the 'Protectors' of La Push, what Paul is. He said he wouldn't get into too many smaller stories, that Billy was much better at those stories than he was, that's what we would have heard the night I saw Paul... In his wolf form. He did tell me about his relatives, dating way back, and how it was always in Paul's blood to become this. He didn't have a choice. It was for the good of La Push, to keep everyone safe, it had always been this way. He touched on imprinting, telling me that to Paul, I was all he saw. I would only ever be what he would see, the things Paul had already told me. It gave me chills and creeped me out at the same time. Having someone else tell me it besides Paul almost verified it. And not that I would admit it out loud, but made me smile a bit internally that someone else knew and believed it too.

"So Paul has to go out alone and defend La Push against blood thirsty, murderous vampires?" I asked in disbelief.

"Well, no." Jake shifted uncomfortably. He just explained his history of werewolf ancestors to me and he goes odd on me now?

"I mean, didn't you say there was a pack back however many years ago? Why is Paul on his own?" I didn't like the idea of Paul defending his tribe from vampires at all. It made my pulse thump through my veins heavily, though I wasn't sure why exactly.

Jacob looked away from me. "I never said he went alone." He said evenly, quietly.

My mouth fell open and I gaped at him for a few moments, but he still wasn't looking at me. His eyes were turned to the muted T.V. There were others? There was more than one werewolf in La Push? Wow, the human race is really clueless to how many 'fictional' characters were around right beneath their noses.

"Who else? Is it anyone I've met, I mean I know I've only been here, what, two days? But do I know them? I thought Jared looked a bit sketchy but Kim would have mentioned it to me I think." I said when I finally found my voice, it was quick and blurry.

"Tara! We have strict rules. We can't just tell anyone. Only the maximum amount of people as possible," his eyes narrowed, "And we have to be able to trust them."

I knew that was meant as somewhat of a hint to me. That I had to keep it quiet. The world wasn't supposed to know that mythical creatures were real. Besides that I'd most likely get locked up for good, never to see the daylight again if I did say anything. But that wasn't what I was concentrating on. I was concentrating on the 'we' Jacob had used. He said it twice and I knew he didn't make a mistake. He was holding back. We used 'we' as if to include himself. Jacob Black was a werewolf too.

Why hadn't I seen that?! I was an absolute idiot, right? Jake had the same build as Paul almost, taller, more muscled, but still huge. All of the guys I'd been hanging around with the last few days had been. Why hadn't I put two and two together? No humans looked like that. Especially not sixteen year old boys. Jacob must think I'm a complete idiot for not getting it right away. They all must think that about me. Sam, Jared, Quil, Embry, Paul, well maybe not Paul if I was his imprint. But Leah, her scornful face was in my mind too, smiling at the dumbass that hadn't gotten it, shed love this. My face started to feel hot and I tried to lower my face as much as possible so Jake couldn't see my plain embarrassment.

"You too then?" I said, peeking up enough to see Jacob's face. He hadn't realized he had let it slip out and he didn't quite know what to reply with. "Well I'm an idiot, huh? Took me this long to figure it out." I sighed a little, it hurt to breath.

"No, well... I guess that's my fault. Paul wanted to tell you earlier but I though that it would be too much information for you to handle at the moment. You're still new at weird." That must have come out wrong. I waited but Jake didn't correct what he said, that I'm 'new at weird' maybe it just didn't sound right to me then, because as I thought about it I realized that I was new at weird. At this weirdness anyway, at having friends as werewolves. It would take a while, but I did want to know all the information, no matter how strange it would seem. I wanted to be educated on this, if one could be educated on mythical creatures. Just to belong where I never thought anyone could belong. I'd never had a good group of friends but maybe I could fit in here. I was no werewolf, but if I was who Paul and Jacob thought I was, then maybe I could be a part of the strange gang too.

"So who all is it then?" I asked; happy Jacob didn't flat out agree I was an idiot to my face. It relaxed me slightly and I raised my face to meet his eyes. My skin still burned but not as intensely.

"I'm allowed to tell you this only because your Paul's imprint, if you were anyone else I'd be under strict instructions not to tell you, so you better not be some Tara impersonator." He gave me a quick smile but I nodded my head seriously, he rolled his eyes in response to that. "There's Sam, he's the leader of the pack. Me, I'm sort of second in command so to speak," He gave me a wicked 'Jacob grin' and continued, "Jared, Paul, Embry, Quil, Leah," Leah was one of them? I should have thought as much. She looked like no other girl I'd ever seen. "Her brother Seth," Ah, the infamous Seth, the one I'd never seen. "And there are some more you've never met. We'll all become familiar over time."

There was something else I wanted to ask Jacob. Something that was totally random and off topic, and embarrassing, but I was going to ask him anyway.

"Is Paul mad at me?"

"What?" Jacob looked at me confused.

"He didn't say much to me earlier, I was sort of a bitch... but I was just wondering... is he mad at me?" I looked down and heard Jacob laughing.

"I doubt you were being the bitch Tara. Paul's got a temper, and also he is the dog in this situation here, remember?"

"Yeah, I guess. So you don't think he's mad at me then?"

"I think that's almost impossible. He's pretty head over heals for you if you want to be like that. I've never seen him keep his temper for so long. He's trying so hard to stay calm." He looked at me, "That's how we phase you know. When we get mad. Most times anyway."

"I kind of figured." I muttered.

"Yeah. He wants you bad. Wants you to stay I mean. I thought he got determined over killing leeches, but this... whoa! The pack has to give you props on this one Tara. You've changed him more over two days than anyone else has ever been able to do." I was hearing the words, but they all seemed fake, even though they seemed real.

"I'm glad he's not mad at me." I said quietly changing the subject quickly.

Jacob nodded.

"Thanks for talking to me, Jake." I said, absolutely sincere. He smiled back at me.

"Anytime." He gave me a wink.

"When is he coming back?" my voice came out so quiet it could pass for a whisper, he knew what I meant.

Jacob stiffened up immediately and slowly his posture relaxed. He gave me a brilliant grin. "Now." He stood up, leaving me alone in the room.

Just then the front door opened and Paul came in casually, with a slight smile on his face. "Come on." He said to me, taking my hand and pulling me off the couch.

"What?" I asked, somewhat shocked. I pulled away from his burning hot touch.

He scoffed, "It's normal for me, you know. Being this hot, I thought you'd guess by now." He gave me a cocky grin.

"Actually, I had no idea you thought this way of yourself, nor considered men hot." I smiled a fake polite smile.

He just laughed. "Ready to go?"

"Umm, no. I'm staying here." I didn't know where he wanted to take me and I didn't want to go with him, well, I was a tad curious, but that was all. I probably looked God-awful and couldn't go anywhere anyway.

"No, actually, you're coming with me." He said matter-of-factly.

"I can't walk, Paul."

"It's okay, I won't let you fall." He moved closer, putting his warm arm around my waist.

"Please don't, my hand is bruised enough."

He sighed, letting me go. "I don't know how to do this, alright? Being overly confident doesn't seem to be working, but that's the way I've always done it with other girls. Your different though. How would you tell me to do this right? Help me out with this. What will it take to... woo you, I guess?" I smiled and plopped myself down on the couch.

"Oh, no. That's cheating, I can't help you." I told him. I liked the weak Paul a tad bit better than the cocky Paul.

"Please, just this once. That's all I'm asking for. Once, just to let me see how your brain works, give me something." I looked up into those dark brown pools, something I probably should stop doing, and softened a little bit.

"Well, it would help if you didn't tell me what I'm doing, what were doing. I'd like to be asked. And it's good to be confident, just not arrogant or haughty."

"Right." He looked serious, taking mental notes, this was so real. "So, I'll leave, and then come back, and you tell me if I do it right, okay?"

"Okay." I didn't really want him to leave, not really. I couldn't have it all though. Paul left the house and I thought he had meant he'd come back tomorrow or something, but two second after the door had closed I heard a light knock.

"Come in." I called, Jake was no where in sight to answer it, but I knew who would be behind the door anyway.

"Hi, uhm, Tara." Paul said like a nervous school boy asking a girl ten times out of his league to prom.

"Go easy on the lack of self esteem, more confidence." I prodded, amused by his acting. He was good at this. I liked how he wanted to make me so happy. Paul nodded, again making a mental note of what I had said.

"Would you please accompany me to dinner tonight? It would make my night, my life, fantastic." I stared at him in plain shock. That was the nicest thing I ever thought I would hear up until that moment. It made my heart flutter a bit. He had done it perfectly.

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