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I phased and began running over to Sam and Emily's. I can't believe I forgot my Xbox controller at his house...AGAIN. I can always count on finding anything I lost at their house. I ran into the forest, and through the trees, getting hit by some branches in the forest. Hey, I'm still new to this. Okay, Okay, I'm not new to it at all. I just want my damned controller! I heard the distant sound of a car engine pull into the Uley's driveway. Emily stepped out of the car, and was talking to someone. Maybe herself? I'm not sure. Then I saw Sam step out of the car. He went around back and started picking up some suticases from the trunk. Someone was staying over? I don't know but I would find out.
"SAM!" I yelled out, making sure that he heard me. I started jogging over to him, but instead of Sam's dirt brown eyes, I was met with a beautiful pair of sparkling chocolate brown ones. I stared into them, and immediatley this girl was everything to me. My heart stood still as I stared at her face, she was mine. No one could take her from me. I would love her forever. I would take care of her, and be around as long as she wanted me to. I'm gonna do everything for this girl. I just have to talk to her first. "Uh...hi." She turned to me, her eyebrow raised. "Hey." I expected her to melt as soon as she look at me, but she was focused on getting her bag to the house. " Let me get that for you?" I asked her. "I can do it myself." She continued walking to the house, lugging the huge suitcase behind her. "I'm Paul Meraz." I said smiling. Her gaze was intent on the door. Staring as if the door was her life. No, I was her life! Look at me! "Brittney Black." I stopped in my tracks. Black? BLACK!? I prayed to God she wouldn't be any relation to him. Hell, I hope she doesn't even act like him. I can tell this wasn't turning out for the best though.
"Please, let me help you." I pleaded. She sighed and gave me a angered look. "Can you open the door then?" I rushed to hold open the door for her. She stepped inside, and looked around. Emily was right behind us, and stood next to her. "You have a very nice home Mrs. Uley." My imprint was an angel! She couldn't be anyway related to that dickhead Jacob. " Brittney, call me Emily!" Em laughed, more like giggled. Usually, I would leave when Emily got all girly like that, but I wanted to stay with my imprint. It felt so nice to say that. I always see Quil and Jared with their imprints, and of course I would say that "I don't need a stupid imprint. I love not having anything to tie me down." But it was a lie. It feels so nice to have imprinted. I'm sure my imprint would just fall into my arms for sure. Girls do that already, and they aren't my soulmate unlike she is. Sam came inside, and set Brittney's bags down on the floor. When Sam walked inside of the living room, I pulled him to the side.
"What is it Paul?" He paused, and looked at me. " By the way, I see it in your eyes. No hitting on Brittney while she's here. You never know, one of the guys could imprint on her."
"But I.." Sam shook his head glaring at me. "Don't." I sighed.
"But she's!" He sighed louder than I did and continued " I know, I know, she might be really pretty or something to you. Just don't."
"SAM!" God, would he shut the fuck up so I can tell him I fucking imprinted?!?
"Sam nothing. I'm gonna sleep. Don't screw up my house." He stomped up the stairs and slammed the door.
I slid down against the wall, and hit my head with my hands. Great. Just fucking great. Sam couldn't shut up long enough for me to tell him I imprinted on her. I was still sulking, when I heard a song-like voice ask me "Hey. What is there to do around here?" I stood up, looking down in my imprint's eyes, forgetting every word in the English dictionary. "Uhh..." She rolled her perfect brown eyes and started to walk outside. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll find something myself." I had to stop her from leaving, so I did the worst thing ever. I grabbed her arm, but with my strength, I jerked, and definitely bruised it. " OUCH?!" She yelled giving me a shocked look. "What the hell was that for?" I dropped her arm and began looking around it frantically. "Are you hurt? How bad did I hurt you? Do you need a bandaid? An ice pack? A cast? A stretcher?" She shook her head, laughing at me. "Is there a beach around here?" She said silently, looking out of the window. "First. Beach. Diving. Cliff." She seemed confused by my jumble of words and asked "Dude, are you mental?" I shook my head quickly. Wow Paul. Way to screw things over with your imprint.
" No, I meant to say there is a beach, First Beach, and we cliff dive there." I managed to get a sentence out! Maybe this was a good start? Her eyes widened when I said cliff diving.
"You hurl yourselves off of cliffs?!" She said alarmed, I nodded sheepishly, hoping she didn't think I was suicidal now. Instead of calling down Sam or Emily, her eyes sparkled.
"Hold on! One second!" She took her bags upstairs by herself, to my suprise, and then came down quickly wearing a swim suit and white shirt and shorts. "Let's go!!!" She yelled.
Emily came out of the kitchen when she heard her. "Brittney, you're going somewhere?" She looked down at the floor. "Is it okay Mrs. Ul-I mean Emily, if I go cliff diving with....Ummmm..."
"Paul." I answered for her. Emily looked at me and I gave her a 'Hell no would I let something happen to my imprint look. She didn't understand it, but I did.