Seth:

This was it, I said to myself.

She was finally going to know everything about me, everything about my history, friends, family, what I could do. I wasn't going to have to lie to her anymore-no one would! She would finally know who it was she was living with for the last few months. She wasn't going to be in the dark anymore.

But, I had to consider whether this really was the right time to tell her this or not. Should I? She just got done telling me things she never before in her life told anyone other than me. Was it fair to add to her pain? I knew talking about her father was making her suffer. I didn't know if this would make it better or worse. For all I knew, she could be mad at me for not telling her! Or worse, she could be afraid. . .

"I don't know," I said aloud. "Do-" And then the sound of a distant howl made me trail off.

"What?" She asked.

I wasn't listening. The howling got louder, grabbing more of my attention. It was coming from outside, but no where near us. I didn't have to think twice, something was wrong. There was an intense knock at the door. I got up cautiously, taking Leslie by the hand, and walking with her to the door.

It was Jacob.

I was too shocked to say anything. But, from the look he had on his face he wasn't. "Time to go, kid," he told me, looking from Leslie to me in frustration. When I didn't move, he took me by the shoulder and pulled me out to the hallway.

"Wait!" Leslie exclaimed, following us. "Why are you leaving?" There was clear pain and fear in her voice. It hurt me to to hear her like this. There was so much I wanted to tell her, so much I was so close to telling her about.

"Jacob?" I asked, slightly wondering. "Can I tell her? Can I? She needs to know."

He didn't look at me, but at what was in front of him. His expression was still the same stressed-out face I'd seen from the second he told me we had to leave. I was completely unsure what his answer would be, but Leslie did need to know it involved her too.

He shook his head. "Later. We need to get this out of the way first." We were on the front porch. Without looking back, Jacob was first to walk down the stares.

I, on the other hand, felt compelled to stay here with Leslie. I didn't want to leave. But, when I thought about my pack and my brothers and sister out there in the wilderness, I had second thoughts. This was also my family; I couldn't abandon them.

As far as I knew, Leslie was fine-physically-and could wait for me until I got back. This could wait, I kept telling myself. This could wait. . .But, no matter how many times I told myself this I still couldn't get myself to believe it. She was right here, standing right beside me, watching me with eyes clearly confused and awaiting an answer. All it took was a few words, just a few. "Leslie," I stumbled on her name, worried on the amount of time I had left to waste. This wasn't the time, I kept telling myself-or was it Jacob telling me? I shook my head, things were getting crazy.

"What were you going to tell me?" She asked, stepping closer to me. "Please, just tell me." Her grip on my arm tightened. I could tell she was yearning for me to tell her, she was still in pain. The thought of her father was still tormenting her. I could see it in her eyes; her dark brown eyes were wide with fear, and startled by my leave. She was hoping me telling her my secret would help her feel better; I still wasn't sure if it would. But, sooner or later I was going to have to confess to her of everything about me. She had the right to know, even when at a time like this, I was beginning to consider.

I put my hand on her shoulders. "I have a secret too," I told her as hurriedly as I could. "It's something you really need to know. . ." Jacob cleared his throat, an obvious sign his patience was weakening. And with him, if he got impatient things got a little out of hand.

So I ended by saying, "Don't be scared, angry, frustrated anything! And when I get back I promise I will tell you. This isn't a good time. I wish I could tell you-I really do, but. . .Something's come up." I glanced back at Jacob. "Remember don't be angry-or scared. Okay?"

Her eyes were wide with confusion. "Why do you have to go?" She asked.

"Just answer the question." My hold on her shoulders hardened to the point where I had to slide my hands down to her arms to keep from hurting her. "I really have to go." At that moment, the echoing noise of another howl began.

Finally, she nodded stiffly. "Okay. . ." She trailed off, ending at that one word I took for an answer.

Instantly, I pulled her forward, crushing my lips against hers in immediate action. Her arms found themselves around my neck pulling me closer, as our lips pushed harder and harder against each other; it was like a competition or something. A sensational moment, was all I could think of to sum it up. Never in my life had I ever kissed a girl, or in the least thought about it. But this, this-there were no words to describe it! Kissing someone, a girl, my imprint-how much better could it get? I wanted to stay like this forever, my lips pressing against hers dramatically. It was so much better than when the first time I tried kissing her; she was kissing back! She liked me, she really, really liked me!

But it had to end, I had to think about my pack, my brothers, my family. Whoever was howling out there was still going at it, even when I thought nothing could ruin this moment. So, finally, I brought up the courage to break apart from her. It was hard, she was stuck to me like glue (in other words really strong) But, my pack needed me, and Jacob was losing the last of his patience. Refusing to see how much damage I had done, I looked down at my feet, "I'll see you later." Then, instinctively, I turned around and ran down the stares asking myself incessantly, Should I have done that?

Bella:

After assuring Nessie that Jacob was going to be all right going into the forest to see what was going on, I glimpsed Leslie coming back inside the house. She seemed dazed, but also very confused. I watched as she wandered off to the kitchen, at a rather slow and unsteady pace. Curious to why she was behaving like that, I followed her in the kitchen. Did he tell her, I asked myself? He could've, the boy had no sense of keeping a secret, let alone from his imprint. Heck, I was surprised he made it this far keeping the secret from her. Not to mention, my family was also very surprised we made it this far without her catching what we really were.

Leslie was crouching down in front of the refrigerator, digging through the fully loaded shelves inside.

We always had to refill the shelves, since it was strangely always almost empty by the end of the week. And Leslie was the only one who ever ate out of there or any food stored here. Jacob and Seth would occasionally eat something here, but not on a regular basis. I found it odd at how much she could eat; from every time I caught her eating something she acted as if she hadn't had anything to eat in days. She always munched on big meals three times a day, I calculated. But, strangely, it never looked like she gained any weight. She was insanely thin, as thin as Alice or me. And when I was human I never ate a big meal three times a day, probably not even a big meal, I imagine. Instead, I assumed, it had something to do with her height. She had grown quite a few inches over the last few months here. She was definitely as tall as Edward and Jasper, maybe even taller.

She was just shredding some cheese with some tortilla's spotted to the side when she noticed me. "Hi," I greeted, taking a seat in one of the tall chairs across from her at the counter. "What are you making?"

She walked over to the stove, turning one of the heaters on, then returning to where she was shredding the rest of the cheese. "um. . .Quesadillas." It took her a while to answer, which got me wondering about something.

"Hey, so how are you and Seth?" I asked. "You've been spending a lot of time with him."

At that moment, her hands began to shake. They continued doing their jobs, but awfully close to cutting something. . .And that was something nobody needed.

Fortunately, she put the weapon down, and moved back to the stove, putting the skillet she had placed to the side on the small circle area on the stove where the heat was building. After she put a rather large tortilla in the skillet she answered, "Good, I guess. . .He's a nice guy."

Her voice trembled terribly, and sounded slightly frightened. It made me wonder what was going on. "Has he told you anything yet?" I probably shouldn't have said that. It was none of my business. She was going to want to know something.

And I was right. She stopped what she was doing, and turned to me with an expression I could clearly state was appalled. Her heart, instantly began pumping rapidly, as well as her breathing. "Told me what?" She asked, walking over to me not minding the cooking of her dinner. "What is he keeping from me?" Her tone was now as hard as steel and demanding an answer.

I struggled over what to say, wishing I had the power to read people's minds-or at least have Edward by my side for help. Damn, I was never any good at lying, even when I was turned it didn't improve any. I sighed, "I'm sorry," I admitted. "This really isn't any of my business to tell you. Well, it kinda is, but-well-it's complicated. The fact is, I can't tell you! You need to hear it form Seth, he's the one who needs to tell you."

"Why?" her dangerous voice demanded. I could hear the anger in her voice building.

I stood up, realizing I had taken it too far. Although, there was no effect considering she stood two feet taller than me, I still kept my head up high. "You'll have to ask, Seth," I told her. "When he tells you, we can talk about it. And that includes everyone who lives in this house."

"Do you know?" she asked, not angrily, but curious.

I fought whether I should answer, truthfully, lie, or simply leave the room. Leaving the room seemed like the better deal, but I feared she might follow me and demand for an answer (and with my size that wasn't a good thing) Telling a lie might be clear enough for her recognize, and who knows what she'd do next. And explaining to her the truth wasn't what I had intended. There was only one thing I could do. "Your quesadillas are burning. You should probably go see about them."

She gave me a death glare so threatening it would make even Alice flinch. Her black eyes were menacing when they wanted to be, and when her expression became angry it looked like the devil himself had appeared. After taking a second to clench her teeth, and narrow her eyes down upon me, she finally dropped out of her stiff position and stalked over to the stove to save whatever was left of her meal.

The time she decided to move, I was already on the run out of the kitchen.

Hey, here's another update. Sorry, for the little twist over the cliff-hanger, but Leslie's gonna find out soon. Wanna a hint??? Okay, in at least two more chapter she'll know:) Yeah, it probably isn't that great a hint, but you don't want me to spoil anything, now do you? Anyways, hope you like this chapter; I'd tried making it a little humorous at the end, so don't hate me if its a bad joke. Like I said, I'm no good at jokes, comedy, etc. Oh, and since I have my mind on it I wanna apologize for all the mistakes I've made in this story so far. I know, I can be really terrible at leaving common mistakes, but hey, I'm only human:)

So if you liked this chapter, and are really really looking forward to the next one-the next one will be a little different from what's been going on-a twist-yeah there will be a twist in it-than leave me a review:D The more reviews I get, the faster I will update the next chapter.