Imprinted: New Moon

Chapter One: Ruined

Summer was absolutely amazing. Every night was spent with Paul; we'd just lounge around and chill with each other, or we'd go to Emily's place. I loved spending time with him. Somehow it never got boring when we were together, regardless of what we were doing. During the day I was usually with Alice and Rosalie–well Rosalie was spending more time with me than Alice, since Bella was always around. In way, I did miss Alice, but I felt like that was just being selfish of me. I had been friends with Alice before Edward had allowed the family to talk to Bella…so it made sense.

It was late August. Today was one of the days that Edward had Bella all to himself, and both Alice and Rosalie were with me, for once we weren't shopping, we were just chilling in the Cullens' massive backyard.

One thing I had learned very quickly was that the Cullens seemed to have an endless amount of money. Carlisle was one of the best doctors in the country–if not the best doctor in the country–and since he had been doing the job for more than a hundred years–in different cities and countries of course–the money would obviously add up. It also helped that Alice had visions of the future, which could help her predict winning lottery numbers. The Cullens didn't do that very often, and even when they did they would give quite a large portion of their winnings to charity.

It was a rare day in Forks; the sun was shining. Rosalie and Alice looked like they were made of diamonds when the sun hit them. It really just added to their beauty. The Cullens–and vampires in general, as I had learned last spring break when I had gotten far too close to a couple nomadic vampires–were all gorgeous. They were literally the epitome of perfect beings.

Rosalie was in a good mood today. Well, she normally was in a good mood unless Bella was mentioned. Rosalie didn't like Bella very much. She knew that Bella was more than willing to be turned into a vampire, and Rosalie felt that Bella was throwing her life away in doing so. But, she didn't want to think or talk much about Bella today–she and Emmett were taking a second honeymoon in Africa and they were leaving tonight.

While Rosalie was getting excited and gearing up for her trip, Alice and I were dreading the return to Forks High. Since Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper had "graduated", the only Cullens who would be returning to Forks High were Alice and Edward.

"What day did Edward say was Bella's birthday?" Alice asked. Obviously her mind was elsewhere. Along with perfect facial structures and bodies, vampires also had perfect memories.

"September 13th," Rosalie answered shortly.

"I'm planning a party for her," Alice grinned, then turned to me. "Want to help?"

I shrugged. "I have work, remember?"

My boss, Johnny, had finally come back in July. He had been gone for months and I had been worried that he had fallen to the same fate as my parents–killed or turned by vampires, but I had been wrong. He didn't tell me where he had been, or what had taken him so long, and I didn't ask.

Alice pouted. "I guess I'll have to do it all by myself."

I groaned. "I'll see what I can do."

She immediately perked up. "Thank you!"

I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her, and then my phone rang in my pocket.

"Alice, can you tell me who it is?" I asked, not wanting to take my phone out if it wasn't someone important.

She held up a finger. Her face scrunched up. "I can't tell." Rosalie and I gaped at her. What? Alice couldn't tell? I answered my phone, and it was Paul. I felt a warm smile tug at my lips.

"Hey," I said as Rosalie and Alice spoke quietly to each other.

"When are you coming home?" he asked. "I just finished working."

I smiled into my phone. "I'm not sure."

"Please hurry," he pleaded. "I miss you. I haven't seen you in a few days." I had spent the past two nights at the Cullen house.

"I miss you too," I said.

"See you soon?" he asked.

"I'll leave soon," I promised, and then hung up. Alice and Rosalie both looked at me expectantly. "I have to go." I felt my face heat. "You didn't need help packing, did you, Rose?"

She smiled. "No, I was done last week."

"I guess I'm just going to go then…" I trailed off, glancing nervously at Alice.

She sighed. "I wish you could spend the night again…"

"I just spent the past two nights here. besides, Paul misses me…a lot."

"Fine. Go play with your wolf," she grumbled.

I laughed at that. "I'll be back again tomorrow."

She brightened. "Let's go shopping for school stuff!"

"Sure," I plastered a smile on my face–I'd agree to anything to let me go and be with Paul. It really was pathetic how desperate I was to see him.

"Bye Rose, have fun in Africa!" I said.

She grinned. "Thanks, I will." She got up and hugged me tight.

"Bye," I said to them when Rosalie released me.

"Bye Mel!" They said together.

I walked out to my car, just in time to see Edward walking into the house, alone.

"Bye Edward," I said, getting into my car.

"Bye Mel," he grinned.

"Good day?" I asked. I wasn't used to seeing him so happy.

"Yes," he laughed. "It was."

I smiled at him once more before driving down the Cullens' long driveway.

It was strange how comfortable I had gotten with the Cullens. I mean, I was calling Rosalie Rose now. That was something I never would've thought possible when they first moved to Forks. They had always kept to themselves. They couldn't allow the secret of what they were out to the public. They knew I could be trusted because of my knowledge about the La Push pack of wolves. Speaking of La Push, as I breezed over the border between La Push and Forks, I felt myself relax immediately. I always felt better when I was back here. It was soothing somehow.

I pulled into the parking lot of our apartment building; as soon as I walked in the door, I was scooped into Paul's arms. I giggled as he kissed my neck.

He tossed me down on the couch, and crinkled his nose, face hovering above mine.

"Go shower," he said. "You smell bad."

"Too bad," I said, taking his face in my hands, and pulling his lips down to mine. I didn`t want to be away from, I had missed him over the past couple days, but he pulled away from me.

"Seriously," he said, but he was unable to hide the smile on his face.

"You know, you look really stupid when you try to be serious, and you're smiling," I commented.

He snorted. "You're too funny."

I punched him playfully.

"Really?" he asked. I nodded. "You really want to play like that?"

I nodded, grinning.

"Alright," he said. He got up off me, and disappeared. I got up off the couch, and looked around. Where was he? My head was spinning–I guess I had gotten up too quickly.

"Paul?" I called. Nothing. I pursed my lips, and next thing I knew, I was on the floor, something like a lead weight pinning me down. Whatever it was rolled me over, and I found myself looking into Paul's dark brown eyes.

I made a face at him.

He laughed. "I obviously win."

"Pfft. Never," I said.

He pinned my arms down. "What about now?" I shook my head. He bent his head close to mine. "Now?" he whispered, breath tickling my face. I shook my head again. He kissed me lightly. "Now?"

"Nope," I said. I wanted to pull his face down to mine again, but he still had my arms locked in his iron grip. He kissed me longer this time, then let go of my arms to run his own hands through my hair.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs went around his waist. He broke away from my lips, and I kissed his neck. He nibbled my ear.

But of course, like every moment alone we had together, it had to be interrupted. Someone knocked on the door.

"I'm not home," he whispered to me, when I tried to get up to answer it. I grinned, and kissed him more. The knocking persisted, and Paul growled quietly.

"I know you're in there!" Sam's gruff voice called.

"Shhh," Paul murmured to me. "He won't hear us if we're quiet."

"I see both of your cars out here, and if you don't open up soon, I will break this door down," Sam warned.

Paul let out a quiet growl, and then picked me up, I almost let out a yelp, but Paul put his hand over my mouth to silence me. He carried me into our bedroom, and fell onto the bed with me. He pulled the covers over us, and I curled up next to him.

"We can pretend we're sleeping," he whispered, mischievous glint in his eyes. The banging continued on the door. It was getting irritating. What did Sam need Paul for that was so important?

Finally, I had had enough. I got out of bed, and marched to the door.

"Yes?" I demanded icily, flinging the door open.

Sam looked hard at me. "What took you so long?"

"We were asleep," I said. "Is that a problem?"

He rolled his eyes at that. "Why are you lying?"

"I'm not," I snapped.

"Liar," he muttered, pushing past me. "Where's Paul?"

"In there," I said, jabbing my thumb to the bedroom.

Sam marched in to the bedroom. I sighed. Every time Paul and I were alone, something had to come up. I cursed Sam's name. Paul and Sam emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later.

"Jared's sick," Paul explained. "I have to run the border with Sam tonight."

"Be careful," I said half-heartedly. I really didn`t want him to leave, but I knew he had to. That didn't make me like it any more.

"I will," he promised, and kissed me lightly on my lips before leaving me alone in the apartment with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.