I'm sorry! School' been crazy and I haven't had the chance to update!

Brittney's POV

I was silently petting Paul's hair as his head layed on my lap. I had no idea I was doing all of this to him. What kind of heartless bitch was I to do that? I didn't really care at first, but now that I know what's happening to him, I feel so bad. I guess after seeing a person try to do something like that, everything changes. Paul fell asleep after a while, and I smiled. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad just to be his friend. After a few hours, Paul shifted around and opened his eyes. They were different than I had seen before. This time instead of his dull brown, they sparkled when he saw I was still here.

"Hey.." He whispered, rubbing his eyes. He looked like a little kid, which I admit was cute. He sat up, and stared at me.

"You didn't leave?" He sounded suprised. Well, why wouldn't he be? After I put him through hell, he probably expected me to ditch him right after he fell asleep. I wouldn't treat him like that anymore. I probably can't love him yet, but I'll atleast try to see his side of this whole thing.

" I couldn't leave. I mean after seeing you like that. Paul I'm so sorry." I looked away. I just couldn't look in his eyes right now.

"Brittney it's okay. I'm sorry you had to see that. You don't have to stay around here, I'll be fine." I shook my head and he smiled.

"From now on, I'm gonna be a better imprint to you. I'm not saying I can love you the way you want yet, but being friends is a nice start." He smiled wider and hugged me. I didn't want him to let go. It was so warm, not that when Embry hugged me it wasn't warm, but Paul was different. I placed my arms around him and he held me close to him. I didn't know what I was doing, but I hung on to him. Embry's skin was sort of cold, unlike Paul's. I layed my head on his chest, sighing as I inhaled his scent. Kinda like the outside, but not in a bad way. I laced my fingers through his and held on tight.

"Paul?" I started, looking in his eyes again.

"Yeah?" He replied, kissing my head softly. I didn't mind it either, but I would have to tell him to stop. I just couldn't be with him yet.

"You're naked." He pulled back from me and looked down. His face turned a deep red and he scrambled around his room to look for clothes. I sat back down on the floor, laughing as he pulled them on. He hadn't stopped blushing as he sat back down next to me.

"Sorry.." He mumbled. I shrugged and look down on him.

"Not like you had much anyway." I said, smiling as wide as I could. Paul turned an even deeper red. I left him in his room, standing with a pout on his face as I walked down stairs. I heard his loud footsteps following after me. I walked into his kitchen and opened his fridge. I looked around at the massive amouts of food, and pulled out two packages of bacon. Paul sat at the table watching me as I cooked. When it was done, I placed three pieces of bacon on one plate, and the rest of it on another. For some reason, Paul started smiling and walked over to me. He embraced me in another one of his warm hugs that I didn't really want to pull away from, but I wanted to know why he was hugging me in the first place.

"Umm. Thanks for the random hug I guess?" He smiled wider, his white teeth almost sparkling.

"You cooked for me! Why wouldn't I be happy?" Paul started grabbing for the plate with all my bacon on it and I slapped his hand.

"Nope. This one's mine. That's yours." I handed him the little plate and sat down. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and shook his head.

"What's that for? I'm hungry damn it, and when you're hungry you eat right?" Paul laughed and sat down next to me. He suddenly stood up and pulled me to him.

"You're so warm..." I slightly turned red before I stepped back. I was only getting used to the imprint thing, he couldn't start being like this. I wanted him to hold me like that, but I had to stop. It wasn't right. No matter how much it felt like it was. Paul slowly sat back down, our eyes watching the other's. It was nice just to be silent, looking at each other, but the moment was ruined by the gross sound of my gagging. Paul jumped up and rushed over to me.

"Britt, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fi-" I couldn't finish because I puked all over Paul's socks and his floor. Without him being grossed out, he immediatley took me to the bathroom and gave me some medicine before worrying about his now pukey socks. Paul changed, and was soon behind me, rubbing my back. I clutched the toilet for dear life, as another wave of sickness rushed over me. Paul looked at me, his eyes full of concern.

"Brittney maybe you need to go talk to Emily." I shook my head. I didn't want to go back there, knowing how horrible it would be if something was wrong. Paul tilted my chin and made me look in his eyes.

The deep brown eyes I really didn't want to get lost in. I sighed, standing up.

"Fine. I'll go talk to Emily." He smiled and helped me walk out back to his car.

This is why I didn't want to go to Emily's. It was as if she and I were having a stare off. Trust me, she was winning. We were sitting in the living room for about eight minutes now, as she just watched me. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. I tried to break the awkward silence.

"Sooo..." She glared.

"Brittney. Do NOT start with that like something okay." Ouch. But hey I guess I deserved that. Emily had never been like this before, or atleast I haven't seen her like this. She was upset. Really upset. Emily shook her head at me and pointed to the phone.

"Go call him." I was scared to go against her orders. Hell, Sam would be scared of her right now. As I got up to get the phone, Emily stood up faster.

"Better yet, I'll call him." She went inside the kitchen where the phone was. Paul was still outside, and Emily told him to stay there. I layed back on the couch, trying to pick up what Em was saying the best I could.

"Embry. Get your ass over here now." Holy shit. Emily never cursed. I heard her slam down the phone and she came back to sit down with me.

"How could you be so stupid?" I shrugged. What else was I supposed to say? It was a good twenty minutes before Embry knocked on the door. He saw Emily's expression and laughed.

"Haha Em what bit you in the ass?" She slapped him on the back of his head. It didn't hurt? Embry grabbed his head and walked over to me pouting. He bent down and kissed me quickly, and sat down beside me.

"Embry what the hell were you thinking?" Emily started.

"Thinking about what?" Embry looked from her back at me. I couldn't look at him. Even though he had a part in it as well, I felt so ashamed.

"Em...baby. I'm pregnant."

Then he did something I wouldn't expect. He dropped his arms from around me and backed away.