A/N Chapter 10! Yippee, I tried my hardest to make sure it was very descriptive and long! Therefore, you should enjoy reading this chapter, hopefully. Enjoy! Review, favourite or follow. Most importantly, review. xx (Sorry for any mistakes)

Heat. It scorched through my body as Paul presses his sweet lips against mine. The heat should have been enough to make me faint, make me feel ill and feverish. Yet the hot kisses being placed on my lips sent me into nothing but shock. Lip trembling, eyes lidded, I placed my hands firm on to his chest. Rough. Hard kisses placed on to my trembling lips made my knees wobble, if it weren't for Paul's strong, muscular arms that were wrapped tightly around my waist, I would have fallen. Alas he kept his hold tight and firm around my waist. I couldn't process anything. Nothing around me. Nothing else but Paul and I. His kisses that I wasn't responding to. That I wasn't accepting. Those kisses that I was desperately trying to pretend weren't real. This was all a dream, I convinced myself, maybe I just shut my eyes and dozed off. This is all a dream.

A dream.

A nightmare.

I feel him pull away, slowly. As if he was deciding, contemplating whether he should keep his lips locked on mine. I would have preferred it if he didn't. Trying to process what had actually happened, I bit down on my lip. My breathing slow and ragged as I run my tiny fingers through my hair, catching any knots or curls. I feel Paul's hand against my cheek, stroking it gently as he looks into my eyes. Brown staring into black. Paul's intense gaze made my heart melt. My knees grow weak and frail, like myself. I was certainly telling myself that either way. No matter how hard my head told me otherwise. His eyes grew large as he traced my lips with his fingers slowly, gasping as he rested his head against mine.

"Shit." he cursed, closing his eyes tightly as if the contrast of the room was too bright. My hands set against his hips, in order to gently push him away but I felt numb. I felt confused and bewildered. Paul opens his eyes and stares into mine once more, his eyes lidded like mine had been just minutes ago. Slowly, I watch as he leans closer to me, his lips just centimetres away from mine, "I love you."

My heart stopped.

Eyes wide.

Hands slightly shaking.

Frozen, with nothing to say or do. Nothing but shock that swims through my body, sending icy shivers up my spine and into my head. I want to scream in frustration. Cry in sorrow. Hurt myself because I feel depressed. Those were the words I wanted to hear. But they had been said from the wrong person. They had been said from the wrong lips. I had heard them from the wrong mouth. But he didn't mean it surely, after all, Paul was my best friend. Best friends don't fall in love with each other. Not when they were as close as Paul and I. Jacob and me.

"I love you, Avalon." Paul mummers as he places his lips against mine. This time, I don't stand there, I kiss him back. Because maybe there was a little tiny flicker of light that ignited inside of me when his lips touched mine and his fingers ran through my hair, calming the wild knots that my hair produced.

Deep down I felt that this was wrong. But I couldn't help it. There was something urging me to continue, kissing him, our lips moving together, my heavy breathing against his own gentle yet calm breathing. His hot warm hands, resting tightly against my waist. That spot where Jacob kept his hands, tightly, securely, protectively. Lovingly.

Jacob.

This was wrong. Yes, I felt something, for a split second, I felt a light flicker inside of me. Our lips moving against each others didn't seem right. They didn't fit together like I'd hoped. It didn't feel like... Love.

Paul was my best friend, my brother. I wasn't in love with my best friend! Not this one anyway. The kiss didn't send an army of disoriented butterflies to flutter around my tummy like Jake's touch usually did. It wasn't as special. And that made me feel bad inside. If Paul really did love me that would ruin our friendship. It would not only be awkward but really uncomfortable.

I really did love Jacob. Already. I could literally feel it in my weak little bones as I attempted to pry Paul's body off mine. But that only resulted to him pressing his body against mine harder. His lips moving against mine faster as I struggled to push him away. The more I push the tighter he holds me, as if he feels that I am slipping away from him, ever so slowly. Painfully. My eyes snap open as I try to pry his hands away. I was weak. My tiny, little arms and hands didn't stand a chance against his strong, large ones. I screamed in frustration against his warm lips, feeling helpless and weaker than usual. As if I had been locked in a hot stream room.

My scream must have been loud because suddenly, Sam, Brady, Embry and Seth all stood at my door; eyes wide and concerned. Of course their facial expressions faded once they saw what was going on. Paul didn't even flinch, he continued kissing me as if we had less than an hour before the world ended. Sam's expression was what worried me most though, he looked as if he could pound Paul's face in. Yet, Sam's murderous glare was nothing compared to Jacob's.

His eyes were a dark black and his face was twisted in a painful scowl. Fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were as White as Edwards pale skin. The glare he wore had definitely beaten Sam's though. Jacob looked like he would kill Paul, rip him apart piece by piece. I couldn't help but wonder if this would just make them hate each other even more. I didn't want that. It pained me enough as it was to see them so angry with each other. I hated having to share myself with each of them at different times. Sneaking behind their backs, lying and then having to own up afterwards. I shoved those thoughts away at the same time that I shoved Paul away. The anger. The pain. The uncertainty and the embarrassment was enough to send me off edge. To make my hands and knees tremble. With one weak and pathetic shove, I managed to push Paul away. Forgetting that anyone was there, forgetting it wasn't just him and I. Forgetting Jacob was there, I look at Paul.

My head dizzy. Eyes lidded and confused, I frown harder, "What was that?" I groaned, clutching my head as the room spun around me. I felt bad. I felt sick. Was I like Bella now? Did I lead Paul on? As far as I knew that's what Bella did to Jake she lead him on, used him to make her better when Edward left then dumped him. Paul was my best friend. But so was Jacob, I felt a pull towards him. I felt happy when he was near. I felt like i had pins and needles running up and down my arms every time he touched me. I loved him. But then...

If Paul loved me...

And I loved Jake.

Whilst Jake loved Bella.

Where was this really going? What was actually happening? Who was going to get hurt? Why did I get involved with Jacob in the first place? It was enough that he had given me cold glares and acted as if I had a disease. But still I chose to grow fonder of him and spend more time with him. I decided to be his best friend. Like I was with Paul. What was wrong with me?

I didn't regret it though. Not as much as I thought I would.

"D-dude, you ki-kissed her?" Brady stuttered slowly turning to Jacob. He looked as if he would phase right now in my bedroom and demolish everything. Including Paul. Paul may have kissed me unfairly but I didn't want him getting hurt. Paul didn't really deserve to get hurt.

Sam grabbed Jacob's arm tightly, his eyes wide and cautious as he stared at the trembling frame Jacob possessed, "Jake, calm, down. There is no need to over react-"

Jacob snapped his head towards Sam, shrugging his arm away aggressively, "Over react?" he questions, glaring at Sam as he repeats his words again, "Over react? I haven't even reacted yet, you wanna see me over react Sam?"

Seth looks at me, worried, almost upset and so was I. But Seth, being Seth decides to try and lighten the mood slightly, "C'mon guys," he starts nervously, "Let's all be calm and carry on."

Embry shakes his head, "Seth," he pauses and rolls his eyes, "Just, no, okay. Not now."

Seth shakes his head, "No! Jacob looks like he's going to loose his damn shit! AJ looks like she's gonna faint and Paul looks pissed too! Why is all this happening-"

"He kissed her." Jacob hisses, his fist clenching and unclenching dangerously, like they always did when he got mad. He stared at Paul murderously.

However, Paul just stares back with a smug smirk. As soon as the words left his mouth I felt nothing but shock shiver through my body. "At least I knew how to kiss her. You still haven't done that yet, how long are you going to take, buddy?"

Before Jacob could advance on Paul, Sam and Embry grabbed his arms, desperately trying to calm him down and pull him away. Sam's eyes flicker towards me and gives a sympathetic look as he mouthed his apology.

Jacob growls loudly, "I'm going to tear you apart!"

Sam hushes him immediately, "You will do nothing Jacob! No fights, no arguments, no contact with each other whatsoever!" he glances at the both of them, "Do you both not remember our conversation that week?"

Paul glares at Sam, angrily, "Well why won't Jacob just man up and tell AJ already. I mean, fucking hell, it's not that hard!"

"Shut up, Paul!" Brady hisses.

"Wanna make me?" Paul snarls back at him, storming towards the boy with his eyes narrowed tightly. In an instant, my arms are quickly wrapped around his arms as I try to tug him back. But, I'm small, I'm tiny and I don't stand a chance against Paul.

But that was all it took. Paul was too close for comfort. He crossed the line and that was all it took for Jacob to flip. It must have been that and the fact that I was struggling, straining my back just to keep Paul from hurting poor Brady. From hurting himself. Jacob shaking grew worse and a low growl escaped his throat.

Sam's eyes grew wide as he managed to shout, "Avalon, move!"

But it was too late, Jacob broke free and Paul faced him. Both letting low growls escape their throats. Glaring daggers at each other. It was a blur of brown and grey as Jacob and Paul phased, knocking over my bookshelf and crushing my desk. They looked so big in comparison to when I had first seen Jacob. They were both so beautiful, even though their fur was bristled, standing on end and they were snarling at each other, muzzle pulled back and teeth bared.

It took just a second and they were clawing at each other, digging their teeth into each others necks and throwing each other across the room. I guess, by now I should have been peeing myself or having a panic attack. But with each growl and whimper that escaped them as they damaged each other, I felt a jab of pain hit me in the gut. It hurt. It killed me inside. There was nothing, absolutely nothing I could do to stop them from hurting each other.

I felt like someone had punched me in the gut, knocked all the air in my wind pipe, "Oh." I gasped, clutching my stomach as I watched them break my bed. The wood broke with a sickening crack, and a crunch. Or was that Jacob's paw? Or Paul's left hind leg? I didn't have a chance to see, I didn't have a chance to stop them because Seth had me in his arms rushing me out immediately and into the living room. Jared, Kim, Quil and Collin look up confused, worried.

Leah scowls, "Jake and Paul are having a little bitch fight, huh?"

Seth clears his throat as he sets me down next to Leah, "I wouldn't say little."

Quil, Jared and Collin stand up in an instant, I gasp as I remember my pictures. They couldn't be caught in the cross fire. I didn't want them destroyed, they meant everything to me, I needed them, "Quil, my photos. I need them."

My breathing is ragged and heavy as I stare at him with wide eyes, he nods his head and flinched as a loud crashing noise comes from my room. My heart beat accelerates dangerously.

"Where is it?" Jared questions, glancing frantically between me and my room.

"Small box, labelled 'Wolfie'." I manage to gasp as I clutch my stomach.

They nod and take off to my room. I sigh, closing my eyes tightly. There wasn't much I could do now, apart from sit here, tired and helpless. Like I've always been I guess, weak and frail.

I hear Kim speak, "Is she alright?"

Seth voice followed on quickly after, "Er, just shocked. Jake and Paul are really beating the crap out'tah each other."

Kim sighs whilst Leah scoffs. I could literally see the scowl on her pretty face as she spoke, "Those two dickheads need to grow the fuck up, I mean seriously. What were they fighting over this time?"

Seth clears his throat, and I feel him sit sown next to me, "Paul kissed AJ. Jake flipped. Now the room is being turned upside down."

Leah gasps, "Shit, are you serious?"

I hear Emily's voice next. Her voice that I had considered as my own mothers. My real mom had, had enough of me. She found my mood swings and depression too much of a burden and sent me away. I'll admit it hurt. But my scars have healed. I didn't need her.

"What is going on?" Emily squealed as I loud bark thundered from inside my trashed bedroom, "Did they PHASE in my house?"

"Sorry, Em." Seth grumbled.

"Why aren't they stopping them? Why are they fighting? All this isn't good for Avalon or Claire!" Emily sighs.

"Jacob's so mad, he just really wants to kill Paul at the moment. And as for Paul, I think he's just upset that he can't... Ya' know he loves AJ but..."

"Jake couldn't control it. He couldn't stop the imprint. Personally, I don't care if Paul had feelings before it happened. It's not something Jacob could end or ignore." Emily all but says exhaustedly, her voice breaking at the very end.

"Yeah, just like Sam couldn't. Except it's different, isn't it? Not everything is based on you and Sam." Leah spat.

"Leah, I," Emily sighs, "Never mind."

I didn't open my eyes, I tried to keep my breathing under control. A tiny little, warm, hand was placed on my arm. The owner spoke in a shrill little voice, "Avahwon, you upswet?"

I smile to myself and open my eyes to stare at the little three year old Claire. Her eyes were wide and her chubby cheeks were rosy.

"No sweetie, I'm not." I answer, closing my eyes again tightly. That was a lie though, of course I was upset. The fighting seemed to have stop but I wasn't sure, I still heard growling and snarling every few seconds.

"But you cwying Avahwon, you sad." Claire mumbles, patting my arm a few times. I open my eyes to see that little Claire was right, my thick lashes were wet and so were my cheeks. I lift Claire up and place her on my lap so she's facing me, "I t'ink Avahwon need'a hug."

"So do I." I laughed quietly as she hugged me tight.

My head turned as I saw Sam shove Jacob and Paul out of my room. They both had a pair of cut offs on. They both wore a scowl. My eyes widened as they both stared at me. Jacob had a bloody scratch running across his chest to his stomach and Paul had one along his right arm. As they walked outside Sam grumbles an apology to Emily and kisses her sweetly on the lips. I watch as Emily melts under his touch and kisses him back. Leah scowls and clenches her jaw tightly. Sam glances at me and smiles sadly before trudging back outside.

Emily fumbles with her hands, "I'm going to make a start on dinner."

"I'll help." Kim chirps.

I don't watch them leave. I turn my focus on a giddy singing Claire that smiles at Seth happily, "You nots my fwiend Seth! I nots your fwiend!"

Seth gasps playfully, "What? Why?"

"No more! You bad!" Clair points a tiny, little finger at him and turns to me, "Avahwon, I'm so mbad."

I turn to Leah with a questioning glance. I wonder what that was about. Leah was always scowling but this scowl was different. It looked pained and betrayed. Like there was more to it than being a moody cow. As much as I hated to say it though, Leah and I had a lot in common. We were just not as enthusiastic as most people were. We brushed it off and pretended like we had nothing in common.

"What was that?" I asked her.

She plays dumb, "What was what?"

"When Emily was talking about Jake, and imprinting, by the way, what is that?"

"What's what?" Leah asks again.

"Imprinting." I hiss back at her.

Smirking, she looks at me, "Not my place to say."