The time of peace was short and cloaked with fake reassurance.

I am not sure when it became a time of peace for me. I mean, with me accidently hitting Paul with a can while a worked and all. But it was a strangely comforting time. There were no worries before, none that affected me and those around me, for a long time, it had been just me and my problems. Now it was Bella and the packs problem.

I pulled a strand of sweaty hair behind my hair as hosed down the front of the store of burnt out cigarettes and dead mowed grass. My apron clung around my waist with sickly weight. It was hot outside and I wore brown shorts and a dark red tank top. I was sweating everywhere, and the ties of my apron digging into just made it worse, made me feel like someone was clinging to my waist and just suffocating me with a warm body. I shivered when a stray breeze came by and splashed a few bursts of mists on my legs. I smiled with contentment and continued to spray the debris into the storm draining front of the shop. I sprayed down the grating for five minutes, staring down at it in a relaxed concentration… well, I was just spacing out really.

Apparently there had been an alliance formed between the Cullens and the Uley pack. Paul was the least to say, very unhappy. I had been awoken in the middle of the night by an equally sleepy Emily by her filling me in on the down low while there were distressed howls in the back ground that rung quite loudly, I even swore I could heard the distant cries from my own house. Although the, Paul is freaking out in the back yard and almost tearing down a tree was absolutely hilarious, the, showing up naked in my window sill freaking out and almost causing me to have a heart attack? Not so amusing.

I was absolutely and completely sure that Paul has flipped his shit.

Sure, he didn't come by my house that often, only the occasional freak out and kissing that only happened just about uh… once. So when he started to show up at my front door, things got weird.

I was sitting on the couch, reading a book that I was hardly paying attention too. Something I think about a fantasy that I had completely forgotten; I had started it before I found out and didn't really have the heart or time to read it until now, and compared to the real thing… it was.. disappointing. I recall Mom was making a grilled cheese in the kitchen, her pathetic attempt at food a way to calm herself down from Dad leaving to head back to work in Montana; and the whole house smelled like something was burnt. I didn't pay that much mind, cause Mom had put some air fresher in the living room and the window was open as well, so I didn't mind the smell that much.

It was the morning as well, so I was still lounging in my pajamas of an oversized grey t-shirt with a pair of floral printed underwear. The door was knocked on and I jumped with an awful fright. Who the hell knocks at someone's door this early in the morning? I glanced down at my thighs that were barely covered in the grey fabric.

"Mind answering that Theo?" Mom called from the kitchen, her morning voice tired and croaky, and without a doubt some of that croakiness was caused from Dad leaving. I got up with a small sigh, only intending to open the door just a smidgen of a crack. So with barefoot feet I intended to do so, nervously combing my hair back to make sure it didn't look like shit.

Paul mother of hell Lahote.

Bet you were expecting that huh?

Although I wasn't exactly expecting him to break down the door and for me to hit with a soft thump in his arms as his face screwed up awful looking as he sniffed the air. He dragged me with a ragdoll, excuse me, a heavily cradled and practically protected with an airbag ragdoll. He had quickly pulled me into the kitchen where my Mom blearily looked up at us with red eyes. She then rubbed her eyes, blinked, and moved back to turn over an extremely smelly burnt grilled cheese with a content look on her face. I frowned at that, but then again, she always got like this when Dad left, and she would bounce back by tomorrow. At least that's what I usually hoped.

I continued with my frown and dragged Paul freaking Lahote out of my kitchen. I looked up at him in the hallway and quirked an eyebrow at him. A smile lit up his face. "What are you doing Paul?" I whispered quietly as I continued to stare up at him with confusion dotting my face. The sizzling of the pain indicated that Mom had started her second attempt.

I stared him down a few moments when he didn't answer at all. "Hmm, wait… what?"

I blew a puff of air up towards stray hairs flying down to rest upon my forehead. "What are you doing in my house, huh?" The overly tall, buff, and holy shit magnificent man just chuckled and rubbed at his neck in a very boyish manner I would see from the kids at my old school when they would get pestered by teachers. Overall, it was the guilty look. Why the guilty look, and why are the eyes moving around….? His head was down looking at the floor so I mimicked him and looked down to fleshy thighs and the peeking of very girly, clean, yet oh so girly floral printed underwear.

Virgin status confirmed, please alert any nearby males in the immediate vicinity.

My hands flew from my sides and tugged down my shirt to epic proportions. A wild blush flying to my cheeks. "So.. you never answered me.. and could uh, ya know, leave?"

He began to splutter random words of 'I smelled something burning, I thought you were in trouble, Cullens, your safe, fighting, stupid Bella, fire' While I began to push him out of the door, one hand grabbing viciously onto the fabric covering me, it was literally like trying to shove a square into a circle when trying to get him through my doorway, and honestly, I don't know how I got him on the front steps with me closing the door to a crack again while I peeked out of it quickly then meekly shouted "Sorry!" then proceeded to slam the door shut and lock it while I slid against the wood to where my butt slammed against the floor and my hands flew to my cheeks to calm the warmness held there.

"I was just checking if you were safe!" He yelled out towards the house.

I yawned and drew back my arms, allowing my shoulders to pop while I headed inside to take off my apron and write down my times, I was finished for the day today. Thank god. Jean had been real nice to me lately but she'd noticed I'd been spaced off. But how couldn't I? The world seemed… quiet and disinteresting now that I lead the life of some imprintee who knows about anything she would really want to, except maybe unicorns… Why wouldn't I space off?

I let out another yawn while I put my apron in my locker and wrote down my hours quickly while I filed out to the parking lot. I waved to Jean as she checked out a newly opened pastry chef who was buying what looked like a pound of flour and sugar. I chuckled and put my wallet in my shorts. Now the keys for the house? I grunted while I looked around the cement lot with only a few cars, but it didn't last long when a Chevy pickup stopped in front of me with the passenger side closest to me. I jumped back to the curb but peeked over the slightly lifted truck to find. Oh, who is it? Paul. Paul smiling. Of course, when wouldn't Paul be smiling around me? The only time he doesn't is when Quil insults me. Holy hell does his smirk fly off and his fist jumps right on up.

I let out a soft sigh as he looked at me expectantly and I opened the door with a creak and hopped up with a bounce in my step from practiced years of jumping into lifted trucks all my life. Paul leaned over and almost pulled me into his lap from how hard he pulled me in, but I righted myself, grunting from putting my hands on his fingers and breaking the grip her had on my arm. Paul straightened himself up and began cursing when his seatbelt locked up. It was safe to say I was smiling at the angered expression on his face while my idle hand put on my own seatbelt and began to fiddle with the wonderful woven bracelet I had received.

Oh, but when he looked at me, holy moley his face grinned and I couldn't help a blush. I mean, you ever seen the man? He's like… I don't even know what he his and it looks buyable.

With a gentle push to the pedal, we pulled forward, and down the right of the highway, away from my house? I looked over at him curiously and he just kept a forward view towards the road.

"Paul?" He didn't even look over? I mean, a small glance when driving isn't bad. "Paul? Are you going to tell me where you're taking me?"

He grumbled a few choice words under his breath, something like blood sucker, and leech. I couldn't help but smile a bit on how well his face matched the rusty interior of the truck and the blurring green trees from outside the windows. I made a small hmm sound, and he ground his words out louder, as if he was having trouble telling me. "I want you to stay at Billy Blacks house during the fight, and I wanted to make sure Billy was okay with you there…" The words were a deep mumble of something entirely Paul, and completely male.

It took me quite a few moments of staring out the front windshield where a light drizzle started when I actually process the question. My hands rested on my thighs and I nervously began to roll the braided leather of my bracelet nervously. Invading someone's home like that? And Billy Black? Oh dear, oh man, oh man, oh man. "You mean…You want me to get some stuff over there, and… take over one of his rooms?" I meekly spoke, my voice was beginning to fade. I felt my cheeks redden with nervousness and I swore I felt my stomach fall off a cliff somewhere.

The truck made a rumbling sound as he changed gears, a tiny shift of his eyes made him panic. By now, I swore he could tell when I was closing myself off. "Nononono." He shushed me, blindly reaching a hand to grasp my bracelet clung hand, my other appendage nervously trying to twist at the leather as he rubbed at the polished rocks. "Billy is not going to be there, he's going to take Charlie Swan out for a fishing trip to take him away from the fight and all the other imprints are going to be staying there. He's the chief Theo, he's pretty much, no.." He paused, a concern creasing on his forehead. "He's obligated to keep you guys safe, and I don't…"

"Paul?" well, there goes his reassurance, I'm still a shriveling mess. "Why won't you look at me?" Ahh, the great I'm going to crawl in my shell now is going to happen, but I'm wearing a tank top and shorts and I have no jacket, even though it's starting to rain and why can't my hair just be flowing around my shoulders so that I can hide behind it?

The man in question didn't turn his eyes off the road, and his hands were tight on the steering wheel, almost white from the no blood flow. "It's too dangerous to take my eyes off the road, I might hurt you." I almost laughed in relief, he might hurt me?

"Paul." I could feel the confidence coming out, thank god. "You're not going to hurt me Paul, even I take a few glances off the road sometimes and you don't see me getting in wrecks." I laughed at the end so that he would catch onto the joke I was making and of course, the poor guy did not catch on. I saw the signs of him approaching anger.

Seth, Quil, and Jacob had created a three stage chart to tell you how angry/how fast Paul was about to phase. Stage one was the biting of his lip, and a frown displayed on his face. Stage two comprised of shaking, backhanded comments and witty remarks. And the dreaded Stage three, intense glaring with all of the desired traits from above.

Stage one Paul was happening and I flinched when noticing the signs. He must have noticed this, because he sighed and pulled over in the parking lot of the La Push beach. He turned slightly in his seat.

"Man Theo." He sighed again and rubbed a hand down his face groaning slightly. "I just want you to be safe and all, but when you're putting yourself in danger like this, it scares me and I really just want to you to be safe and around the other imprints. You know what I mean?"

He looked at me expectantly, yet I pulled my head against the back of the seat, feeling the braid scrunch behind me uncomfortably. "Paul, you don't need to look after me to the point where I have to stay at Billy's house." I scratched at my collar bone nervously while taking a glance over at him. "I mean, do I really need to go to his house and settle down with an air mattress and throw a pillow fight with the imprints? Paul," I sighed, once again, an exasperated sound it was, heard many times this day. "I'm not comfortable staying the night at the.. chiefs?" Pausing and looking at his concentrated face allowed me to go on. "The chiefs house, I'm really not that comfortable. I mean, what if he comes back and finds a stain and freaks out on me, what if I accidently burst a pipe in his house and he doesn't have insurance on his house and I flood the entire damn place! What if..!"

My seatbelt unclicked and I was pulled into a comfortable embrace, albeit a warm one that made me break into a sweat, but it was reassuring, something that a Father or Mother might give to their child to console them. "You're not going to flood the damn Black house Theo, god dammit, you're my imprint and I care about you. Just…" He paused and chuckled. "Pillow fight with the god damn imprints and I'll… I'll do something okay?" I looked up at for a second then hit my face in what was practically a giant ass arm that should have no existence on this planet, but there it was. And I was absolutely in love with it.

Wait what.

Love his arm muscles? Especially the way the muscles are defined around the tattoo? Oh… but if you love a body part of someone then you have to love all of them right? Even if they've got a giant ass wolf inside of them that rips out whenever the get anger.

Yep, I'm screwed.

Its official, I love Paul Lahote's arms, oh, and the rest of him, yeah.

Okay, now that I've got that covered, I now need to leave the premises of which I have finally acknowledged it.

I scrambled out of the blue rusted Chevy with a stumble, and looked back to the truck to watch Paul stumbling with his seatbelt, cursing loudly as he tried to open the door and unbuckle at the same time. "Theo! Get back here!"

I laughed and ran out to the beach, my legs straining. My long strip of hair whipping me from behind while I threw my head back and ran down the beach, the sand engulfing my feet and causing my strides to become shorter, I felt a huge body slam into my back and grab me and I felt my stomach continue on with the momentum and I swore it went up my throat. I was still laughing though, and I swore my laugh was a cover up to the stomach and or other organs I might be coughing up in front of the poor man. When I looked up at him while I was incased in his arms, (Cue blush) his head was thrown back and he was laughing. There wasn't even sweat on his brow. (Cue me noticing how sweltering I was in a portable heat packs arms)

"What in the hell are you doing running around?" His smile was cocky as he looked down on me, short hair falling into his eyes, shining in the summer light.

I twisted my bracelet around nervously, smiling up at him as the chuckles slowly faded under my breath, I could feel the stinging burn of hot sand against my soles and the stray beads of pebbles making me want to swoop down out of this dizzying heat and scratch at my legs. Yeah, well, I guess I should do that. So when I stepped back and got a huge confused face greeting me while I scratched my leg, I laughed.

Didn't laugh all that long cause I decided that hey! I am a woman and I will make my love known! (Still not sure if it's real yet though, pretty sure so I am so going to go home and freak out.)

So I planted my lips on his and wow, even his lips are as hot as his whole body!

Wait, that's not how I meant for it to sound!

Commence the chapter of Paul/stalking/impending doom on Theo's virginity.

The reason why I am not dabbling much into the actual plot of the books/movies is because I'd like to make my own little thing ya know? Trust me, there will be mentions of it as I did in this chapter but remember folks, I did this whole thing for shits and giggles cause what better way to find a story that fits your interests than not making your own? *Enter Theo* Believe it or not, I do have most of the plot for these two/other characters plotted out, I do know how it's going to end as well, I'm just not writing by my ass. (Although I was at the beginning) The ending that I have planned does leave stuff open, so I might do some little extras or omake's I believe they're called? Just to satisfy all of the good graced people.

Zettai hijoshiki, you are the bomb and from your review. I made another chapter right away cause I'm in the writing mood and nothing is stopping me! But I would like to thank you again publicily, so thank you yet again!

Have a nice one out there guys! (This chapter is over my normal amount also! I usually make it my job to get 2000 words and I got over 3,500 words this time!)

P.S.

Want to see my notes for this chapter? Here you go! As I do write my author notes before I finish chapters, this information give or take may or may not have happened so have fun imagining what could have been!

(Paul picks her up and they talk a little bit about how he wants her at Emily's/Jacobs dads house while the battle is going on, and then a little embarrassing talk about virgin stuff again? (Maybe?) She will do a meek of pressuring her a little bit in how he's practically stalking her and he'll go on a spiel about rocks and moss gravity shit. (Imprintee representation style YO!) Then he maybe drives her to the beach/beach parking lot and they share a tentative kiss that has her blushing. Remember she now has a bracelet as well from Paul that is made from tiny agates from the la push beach.)

Also, the next chapter is being written as we speak.

Next time on, It's Always the Shy Ones (Music plays)

The freaking out of Emily with the imprinting matters of Quil and Claire.