Imprinting on You

Imprinting on You

Disclaimer: I do not own Stephanie Meyer's books.

I saw Jacob tense out of the corner of my eye. His eyes never leaving mine, Paul greeted the others.

"Morning guys…" He wasn't angry…it actually sounded like he was timid, and I would have thought he was, had I not known better.

The others mumbled good mornings, looking at the exchange.

Paul took a step forward, and Jacob was out of his chair in a flash, putting himself in front of me, pressing me into the refrigerator.

I peeked out from behind Jacob, and I saw Paul's eyes flicker from Jacob's face to mine, and then back to Jacob. He nodded slowly, and I forcibly pushed myself out from behind the werewolf.

Jacob looked down on me, concern evident. I took a step towards Paul, and Jacob yanked me back.

"Jacob, really! I know when I'm getting on people's nerves; I'll keep it low key." I said quietly, and he let go. I walked towards Paul, stopping a good three feet away. He stared at me, and I felt 6 pairs of eyes bore into the back of my head.

"Good Morning Paul." I said pleasantly, and he nodded, looking wary, but didn't say anything.

"Well, I don't think we got off to a very good start, did we? I vote that we just forget this ever happened, and start believing that I really did just cut myself on a rock, alright? No hard feelings, trust me; I step on people's nerves all the time, but very rarely am I launched over lakes. It was interesting, actually, like cliff diving except horizontal." I grinned, and he blinked for a moment, before nodding, a small grin appearing.

"I think I like the sound of that." I heard several relieved sighs. Did they really think I'd freak out or get him mad again? Jeez.

I offered a handshake, and he took it, shaking it briefly. Jacob twirled me around, hugging me. I heard him sigh again.

"Do you really have that little faith in me?" I teased, and I felt him shake his head.

"No, honey. I just get worried." He said, and I pulled away, grinning.

"Again with the worrying! Would you just feel better if I walked around in a giant hamster ball?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. He chuckled, and shook his head.

"Sometimes I think its best." He sat down, and I leaned against the wall, sipping my water. I was trying my best not to look at the table; it was repulsive. They were shoveling it down, everyone except Emily, of course. I couldn't hold it against, them, I supposed. They were canine boys, after all. But I liked it better last night; when their manners were present. Emily finished first, as the food began disappearing rapidly.

"Are you sure you don't want anything, James?" She asked, and I let my eyes flicker to the table before grinning.

"No thanks, Emily. Maybe next time." She nodded, grinning.

"I know what you mean. You just learn to ignore the flying food and concentrate on swallowing." She whispered, and I giggled, covering my mouth. She began washing the dishes, and I began chatting with her, trying to follow her advice and ignore the ruckus at the table…it was very hard, they were very loud.

She noticed my efforts and took my hand, pulling me out to the back yard and sitting on the grass with me.

"Better?" She asked, laughing slightly. I grinned, nodding.

"Oh yeah. Do they eat over all the time?" She sighed amusedly.

"Every morning. Like I said, you get used to it. It gets easier to stomach it, don't worry. I should know; I'm getting married to one." She laughed lightly, not bothering to disguise the bliss in her voice. I turned to her, suddenly hungry for information.

"So tell me about it! When's the wedding? How'd he ask you? Did you hesitate after he asked you?" She smiled.

"We were actually hoping to have it next month. July, you know. On the 30th." I gasped, and she looked at me, alarmed.

"What's the matter? Is your arm hurting you? Would you like me to get Jacob?" She asked, and I shook my head, a grin creeping onto my face.

"No, no! Nothing like that! Actually, the date of your wedding is two days after my birthday! Isn't that a coincidence?" She grinned, realizing that I was in no immediate danger of passing out.

"Well now, that is something! Actually, I was rather hoping you'd be one of my bridesmaids." She grinned shyly, and I blinked, speechless.

"Emily…I…I…I'd love too! But why? You just met me." I asked, slightly baffled.

"That's true, but I already think of you as a friend, or like another one of the boys," She carried on quickly, "Well, more like a daughter, actually." She said, and I grinned, hugging her.

"Thanks Emily! So how'd he ask you?" I leaned back, and she sighed happily.

"Well, he just kind of asked me, really. In the kitchen, actually, just like today. In front of all the boys…it wasn't your 'movie-romance', but it was wonderful, all the same," She closed her eyes in bliss, "And I said yes automatically. He loves me, and I love him." She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"That is so beautiful, Emily!" I grinned, relishing the information I was getting.

"Jacob got really defensive when Paul came in, hey? Why? I mean, I didn't get much out of the sleepy Sam that came home that night. He was out like a light!" She giggled at the memory. I blushed lightly.

"Well, I maybe kind of pressed Paul over the edge by calling him a name…and he…uh…launched me over the lake, scratching me in the process. I didn't realize until I saw the blood Jacob was trying to contain. He actually growled at Sam, you know." I said calmly, and she squealed.

"That is so cute! Jacob loves you so much! I can't believe he actually growled at Sam, no one ever did that before!" She fell backwards, hitting the grass with a thump. I laughed.

"Well I'm glad someone sees it that way. I was just trying to not freak out, he growled, and I calmed down. It…I…he…It was calming, in a way. If you get that." I confessed, blushing hard red. The door opened and the boys came out. Emily sat up, and Sam sat beside her.

"Well it's about time you finished! I'm surprised it took that long, the way you were stuffing yourselves!" I called, smirking. Jacob put his hands on his hips.

"Oh really?" I stood, mimicking his position.

"You have no idea!" He growled playfully, and I squealed as he ran at me. He chased me around the yard, the boys dodging me and then him as I tried to escape. He, of course, caught up easily, picking me up by my hips and twirling me around. The boys watched chuckling slightly, as Jacob threw me over his shoulder. It was gentle, of course, but very embarrassing.

"Jacob! Put me down! Jacob! Put me down right now! JACOOOOOOOB!" He began spinning in circles, making me dizzier. He finally set me on my feet, laughing as I teetered around unsteadily, trying to see straight. I eventually fell over.

"Oof! Jacob, you evil boy!" I accused, holding my head. I could now see straight.

"I'm very sorry." He grinned, reaching for me again. I rolled away from him, trying not to aggravate my cut.

"EVIL!" I pointed out again, hopping to my feet. He took a step forward, arms outstretched for a hug, and I took a step back.

"What part of 'EVIL' don't you get?" I shot in mock anger. He shrugged, smirking before he closed the space between us, getting the hug I was trying to deprive him of.

"Hey! Help! I can't breath! EMILY!" I cried, and she got up, laughing, and tried to tug me away by my hand.

Jacob looked at her, grinning.

"Sorry, Emily, but she's not going anywhere." He said, and she shrugged, grinning as she went back to sit with Sam again. The others were sitting next to the engaged couple, grinning as they watched.

"Embry! Quil? Jared, come on! I need freedom! Saaaaam!" Each and every one of the boys shook their heads, chortling. Jacob sat down and clamped me close, so I couldn't move from his lap.

"Paul, please dude?" I begged, but he too decided it was best not to help me. Honestly! They could find the courage to tell me their secret, but they couldn't help me get away from my confining boyfriend?

"Jacob…come on!" I cried, wiggling, but he shook his head too, grinning.

"Nope. Not a chance." I looked up and fixed my very best puppy eyes on. It only took a couple minutes of this and I was free.

"That's cheating!" He said, and I shrugged, retreating behind Emily as soon as I was free.

"Can I have her back, Em?" he asked, and I clutched her from behind, wrapping my arms around her stomach. She giggled.

"Sorry, Jake. Looks like she's latched on. But slowly getting painful…could you loosen up, James?" I loosened my grip a little…only to have Sam reach over and grab me, passing me back to Jacob.

"Hey! SAM YOU ARE SO DEAD ONCE I GET FREE!" Jacob waved goodbye as he took me back to the Rabbit, plopping me in. I gave up trying to escape, and crossed my arms. Embry, Paul and Jared rushed around the front of the house, and Jacob put the keys into the ignition, rolling the window down.

"You're coming to the bonfire tonight, right?" Embry asked, jogging over to his side of the car. I tuned them out as Paul knocked on my window. I rolled it down and he looked at me.

"Look, James, I know we agreed to let this go, but I really am sorry about throwing you and scratching you. I have a really short temper." He said, and I grinned.

"No worries. All is forgiven, my friend. All is forgiven." I amended. He grinned and I rolled my window back up as Jacob began pulling out. He noticed my crossed arms.

"You're sulking." He grinned.

"Am not!"

"…"

"…I'm pouting."

"It's the same thing!"

"…shut up and drive."

"Ok."

"NOT THAT FAST!"

It was going to be a long day.

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