Hello everyone! I felt that last chapter seemed short. Even though it was about the same amount of words as the last ones, it didn't seem like a lot went on. So here we are, Chapter 10...I'm feeling generous :)

Chapter 10

"Will you please pass me the sugar?" I asked my mom who was standing next to the counter. She handed it to me and I put a couple teaspoons into my coffee. I had picked up a coffee maker the last time we went into town for a doctor's appointment. I only had one appointment left. The doctor was pleased that everything healed so well. My hair was long enough to cover the scar, but not long enough to look like a normal hairstyle. I started wearing it up in a pony tail so it wasn't so obviously lopsided.

Mom sat down next to me and started eating her cereal. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm looking for a job," I replied as I looked in the newspaper. "I was told there was a position in the DNR's office." I pointed to the spot in the classified ads. "Yep, here it is."

"Oh yeah, which one?" she casually asked between bites.

"Forks," I said with a small smile knowing what her reaction would be. It took her a minute to respond.

"Here?" she had a cheery smile on her face. "You might move here?"

"What do you think? Would you mind if I lived with you until I found my own place?"

"Of course I wouldn't mind! You can stay as long as you want," she leaned over and patted my hand. "We can make the storage room into your bedroom so you don't have to sleep on the couch anymore. There's plenty of room in the shed to store some of the stuff you don't need right away…" she continued planning my move while she cleaned her dish and cleaned up the kitchen. She finally stopped and said, "Well, we don't know if you even have the job yet."

"I think I'm still moving here, even if I don't get the job."

My mom turned around to look at me. "Does this have anything to do with Seth?" she asked with a perceptive look on her face.

I looked down at the paper. "May-be," I chimed, unable to control my smile.

"I saw it coming. I could tell by the way you two look at each other," she said, "and you know I approve of him." In fact, my mother adored Seth. She spoiled him rotten every time he visited. She treated him like the son she never had. She insisted he call her Anna instead of the respectable Mrs. Bass he usually called her. She corrected him every time he slipped up.

"What about Seattle and your apartment?" she asked.

"I don't have any ties there anymore. My lease is up in July," I hesitated wondering if I wanted to have a relationship conversation with her right now. I couldn't exactly explain imprinting to her. "Besides, the only thing that kept me there was Matt and school. Matt's out of the picture and I've graduated. Now I have a couple reasons for me to move here."

I turned in my chair and smiled at her. "Mom, I really like Seth. I've had such a good time with him. I'd drop everything back in Seattle for him," I told her sincerely.

My mom walked up behind my chair and gave me a hug. "If he makes you happy and that's what you want, then I'm all for it, especially if it brings you closer to me. It just means I'll be closer to my grandchildren!"

"Oh mom…I wouldn't get ahead of myself!"

"You don't think you'll marry him?"

"We've barely been going out for two weeks!" I tried to sound shocked by the idea of marrying Seth. I knew from the observations of other imprints that we would get married someday, if that's what I wanted to do. I had already pictured getting married on the beach, and eventually having little mini-Seths running around at my feet. Although I knew my mom would be thrilled, I couldn't tell her that. I couldn't tell her that there was this magical phenomenon known as imprinting that matched you up with your soul mate. I couldn't tell her that the minute I laid eyes on Seth that every piece of me needed him.

The last couple of weeks Seth and I spent every spare minute we had together. We came to realize that we were very compatible. The all mighty Spirit Warriors were correct in our pairing. Our temperaments are similar. We found out we liked the same music, the same movies, and the same food. We had the same sense of humor and we always laughed at each other's stupid, sometimes naughty, jokes. He teased me ruthlessly about my desire to touch him every chance I got. I couldn't help it. Every part of him was beautiful. His skin, his hair, his lips lured me to him. But he never made fun of me in front of anyone else. He knew I would get extremely embarrassed.

I refrained from spending the night at his house again. I'm not sure why, but I felt I was disrespecting my mother if I did. She never waited up for me, so I'm pretty sure she didn't mind one way or another. Sometimes she even seemed surprised to see me in the morning. My mom was more than my temporary roommate, so I felt the need to go home every night. Plus, it was a good idea for Seth and me to slow things down since we declared our feelings for each other on our very first date.

"Mom, can I borrow your car today?" I asked while I finished my coffee. "I need to pick up a few things and run some errands."

"Sure, just drop me off at work and don't forget to pick me up!" She said as she grabbed her purse. I asked her what time she got out of work and set the alarm on my cell phone. By that time I would more than likely be with Seth and I usually lost track of time with him.

After dropping my mom off at work, I went to the library to work on my resume. Once I thought it looked impressive enough, I printed it off, placed it in an envelope with a stamp, and threw it in the mail. I decided I needed to borrow a couple more novels and wandered through the fiction section. On the very top shelf I noticed a thick novel called Rise of the Lycans. I giggled to myself and thought it would be funny if Seth came over and caught me reading a book about werewolves.

I stood up on my tip toes, but I couldn't quite reach the book. I noticed the step stool at the end of the aisle, but stopped myself from going to get it. I remembered my new found ability and wondered if it was a fluke or if it was something I could do all the time.

I glanced on either side of me towards the ends of the aisle to check for any possible witnesses. I slowly lifted my hand towards the top shelf and focused on the book I wanted. After a short moment of concentration, the book slowly inched off the shelf and brought two more books along with it. They all noisily crashed to the floor. Apparently the previous occurrences where I moved things with my mind were not flukes. I could move things when I wanted to.

I started to pick up the books to return them to the shelf when the librarian peeked around from the other aisle to ask if everything was ok. I nodded and smiled at her, "Yeah, sorry for the noise." I grabbed the books I wanted, checked out and headed for the grocery store.

I decided to test my ability in the grocery store. While I moved through the aisles I made sure no one was around before practicing. It was still early enough in the day that the store wasn't busy. Plus, it was a small store and there weren't any security cameras that would catch me in the act as the stores in Seattle would have.

I started out small moving through the produce. Small apples were easy. I moved my hand inches from an apple and concentrated. Just as quickly as I thought about the movement, the apple would slap directly into my hand. I went through my shopping list and attempted to move everything I needed. I was exhilarated from the control and started to skip through the store to find the next item on my list. I wasn't paying attention to the other customers and was almost busted twice.

The next item was milk and I needed a whole gallon. I wondered if I could move a heavy item such as a gallon jug. With the other items I made them come to me. I wondered if I could make something move away from me. I stood in front of the refrigerated cooler with the door wide open. I stared and concentrated on one jug. I visualized where I wanted the jug of milk to move. First there was a small wiggle, and then the jug slid across the shelf and bumped into another jug. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand in shock. I could feel the goofy grin on my face.

"Tala, is everything ok?" I spun around when I heard the soft, sweet voice behind me.

"Emily! Hi! Y-yes, yeah, everything is fine," I stuttered. I couldn't erase my grin. "How are you? I haven't seen you in a few days."

"I'm doing well, thank you," she smiled back, giving me a skeptical look. "I'm glad I ran into you. I'm having everyone over tonight for dinner. Jacob and Nessie are in town for a visit and I would love for you to meet them," she asked.

"Oh sure! We actually made movie plans this afternoon, but I'm sure we could stop by afterwards." I replied, not sure about the dinner plans Seth had made for us.

"That will be fine. We just heard from Jacob this morning, I'm not even sure Seth knows yet," she said.

"I'm sure Seth would love to come over for a visit!" I was eager to meet this Jacob Seth seemed so fond of. He spoke highly of him and I could tell he missed Jacob a lot. Seth mentioned that once in a while Jacob would be close enough, in telepathic range, where they could talk to each other in wolf form. Seth said it was easier than talking on the phone. They could just bring up pictures in their minds and experience each other's thoughts. It was like the pack's own video conferencing system.

I thought about that concept and wondered if the guys, and Leah, knew a little too much about each other. I knew every one of them saw what happened when Seth phased in front of me. They either saw it firsthand through Seth's immediate thoughts or had it recalled in their minds. What other events did they know about? I wasn't sure I wanted to know that answer.

I finished picking up the rest of my groceries and headed home. I only had two hours before Seth would be there and another hour before I needed to pick up my mom from work. As soon as I got home I started cleaning up the house.

I tried my new found ability with my house work. I wasn't able to sit back and relax while I willed the mop to move itself like Samantha on Bewitched. But, it sure was useful when I needed to move the ottoman while sweeping the hardwood floors. If it wasn't for the mystical and magical creatures that were just recently revealed to me, I would have probably freaked out from my power. Knowing that this wasn't the strangest thing that existed actually helped me to embrace it. But, I wasn't sure I wanted to share my ability with others yet.

It was noticeable that larger objects seemed to draw more energy from me. I suddenly became very tired. I looked at the clock and saw that I had about a half hour before Seth would be there. It was enough time for a catnap.

It seemed like I just closed my eyes when I felt a warm set of lips kissing an energized trail from the dip behind my ear down to the shallow spot above my collar bone. I kept my eyes closed and let out a soft moan.

"You better get out of here before my big, tough, handsome boyfriend catches you and kicks your butt" I teased. The kissing stopped. I popped my eyes open and saw Seth kneeling down by the couch. He gave me a blank look.

"Seth, I was teasing!" I laughed and grabbed his face.

"I'm your boyfriend?" he smirked. Oh! That's what that look was for.

"Of course! I thought we had this whole conversation about imprinting and how we can't live without each other," I pulled him on the couch with me, "and how I hate being away from you, yada, yada, yada, you know, all that mushy stuff." I smiled as I reached up to run my fingers through his hair to push it out of his face.

"Well, yeah, but two people can have all that and not be boyfriend and girlfriend…yet…you know." Seth casually said before placing his mouth back on my neck.

"No, I don't know," I told him. "I just know how I feel about you and it seems like you feel the same about me…" I pulled him towards me for a kiss. "Isn't this what this imprinting stuff is all about? Am I not officially your girlfriend?" I asked. I could feel the confusion on my face.

"If that's what you want," Seth smiled.

"Why wouldn't I? Don't all the…" I couldn't think of a more appropriate word, "imprintees feel that way?"

Seth gave me a nervous chuckle. "Usually, yes, but sometimes those types of feelings don't come right away." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

Seth let out a sigh and then said, "Ok, so you know how Quil is always with Claire?"

I nodded slowly.

"Claire was two when Quil imprinted on her."

I felt my jaw drop with my shocked expression. "What!? How could…" Seth cut me off by putting his fingers on my lips.

"I can guarantee he does not feel the same way towards her as I feel about you. And I should know, I'm in his head…a lot," Seth rolled his eyes. I could tell the whole mind reading thing was annoying for him sometimes. "It's usually thoughts like 'I wonder how Claire did on her spelling test' or 'I hope that little brat Jenny doesn't pick on Claire again today.' It's very innocent. It's like he's her big brother but with even more loyalty."

I thought about that for a minute. I remembered their endless game of paper-rock-scissors on the beach and the way the guys picked on Quil about dressing up for her birthday parties. It was kind of sweet actually. I guarantee the guys, or Emily, would not allow Quil anywhere near Claire if he was thinking sick thoughts about a nine year old girl.

"But why imprint if he's just getting a little sister. What about the whole soul mate piece?" I asked. Although I thought the idea was sweet, I assumed all the other girls felt the same way as I did.

"Quil will always be there for her to make her happy. Hopefully, Claire will grow up knowing that love and devotion from him and eventually fall in love with him."

"What about the age difference?"

"Remember, we don't age until we decide to stop phasing."

"Oh yeah, that's right." That whole aging concept was something I hadn't fully wrapped my mind around yet.

"Quil's not looking forward to Claire's hormonal teenage years. She'll either start noticing him or other guys and he's not sure how to handle either," Seth laughed.

"This is all so strange and I'm sure it's something I'll need to get used to. But I will say if Claire feels the same way about Quil when she's a teenager as I feel about you right now, he's in big trouble!" I reached up to kiss his face again.

"So, I'm your boyfriend, huh?" he gave me a teasing smirk.

"Seth Clearwater," I asked, feeling like I was in junior high school passing him a note, "Will you be my boyfriend? Yes or no?"

He leaned down and gave me two sweet kisses. Then he pretended to think about his answer. "Uhhh…yes." He went back to trailing kisses down my neck.

"Good," I groaned, "'Cause I wouldn't let just any guy friend of mine do that to my neck."

"You better not," he growled. It sent a shudder down my spine.

His large hands made their way underneath me and gripped my back pressing me closer to his body. We stretched out on the couch kissing and letting our hands wander. It didn't seem like we were going to stop any time soon. Innocent actions were leading to not-so-innocent actions and I had no intentions of putting a halt to it.

Then I felt a buzzing in my pocket and I knew exactly what it was. "Dammit!" I groaned, almost cried.

Seth stopped what he was doing and gave me a confused look. "What, what'd I do?"

I felt the phone the buzz again and pulled my phone out of my pants pocket. He must not have felt or heard the buzzing in the heat of passion.

I giggled at him and brought the phone to his attention, "It's my mom. She needs picked up from work. She'll be out in fifteen minutes."

"Curse you Mrs. Bass!" Seth said into my stomach.

It tickled so I laughed, "you mean Anna," I mocked.

"Curse you Anna!" he corrected himself. I laughed some more and pushed him off me playfully. I hopped off the couch.

"Sorry," I said trying not to smile, "You're going to have to get a piece of this," I gestured my hands up and down my body, "some other time." I jokingly strutted away from him.

Seth's jaw dropped, "Oh you just wait till I get my hands on you." He jumped off the couch and walked towards me with a devious look in his eye. I bolted for the bathroom with a screech, but of course, he caught me before I could shut the door on him.

Seth was behind me with his arms around me. We both stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking at our reflections. To me, we looked just right. I think he saw it too because we just smiled at each other through the reflection in the glass. With all the things in common, we even looked like the perfect couple. Except that my hair was half way pulled from its ponytail, my make-up was smeared from sleep and my lips were puffy from kissing.

"Do you think you could pick up my mom? I'm a mess!" I laughed.

"You're beautiful," he kissed me on the cheek. "I'll be right back."

So...I only got four reviews last time and feeling a little insecure. Please let me know if you like the chapter. It's real quick and easy to do that! If you do NOT like it, I want to know that too...as long as you aren't mean about it! Don't make me cry! I would appreciate constructive criticism.

Also, I haven't heard too much in reply to writing this story in Seth's POV. Do you think it would be redundant? I did have a request to write about an Embry imprint. Maybe that could be a sequel to this??