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The rest of the weekend seemed to fly on by in a blur. Paul didn't once show any aggression or sign of resentment towards Jackson. Maybe he was thinking it, but the only thing his face visualized was pure joy. Of course, I was the same. Even as we packed our bags to head back to the airport, everything seemed so unreal – not even like a dream. It just didn't feel real.

How on earth could I possibly feel this ecstatic? It felt bizarre. Paul's mother noticed this of course, though I haven't the idea if she had guessed what was going on. I prayed she remained in the dark, as the motherly embarrassment I was going to get from my mother alone was bad enough. And, it's not like she's not going to eventually find out about us, as when Paul phases into a wolf, I doubt he'll be able to keep his thoughts away from the pack. I prayed everyone remained oblivious to our now awakened… relationship – the thought of which sent a shiver down my spine at the word alone.

I was in a romantic relationship with Paul, and it felt amazing.

But I still hoped to some degree that both Paul and I could celebrate this alone for a while.

"Oh, how I'm going to miss my big baby!" Lily said, pinching Paul's cheeks to the point of turning red.

"Mom, please," Paul whined. "Not in front of the vampire."

I let out a chuckle, though immediately tried covering it with a cough. Jackson seemed to find it amusing too as he stood in the kitchen doorframe. Lily of course didn't find any humor at it, and when Paul gave her a brilliant smile, she merely rolled her eyes.

Paul and Jackson were… on terms that I couldn't really describe with words other than Paul not wanting to kill the man. It was something I guess.

"And I hope to see you again soon too, Seth." Lily said while embracing me in a motherly hug. I of course returned it, and Lily then whispered in my ear. "You take care of this goof, alright?"

"Yeah… Yeah, I will." I couldn't help but smile as I said it.

We left the household at noon, and soon enough we were in a taxi heading to the airport. Most of the trip we were silent, simply enjoying each other's company and feeling at peace after those hectic few days. Paul then closed the plastic panel that separated us from the driver.

"Did you have a good weekend?" He asked, stretching his arm around my shoulder.

"I really did." I replied. "Not so much the vampire-werewolf fighting, but the rest of it will certainly be something to remember."

"Oh yeah?" He looked down at me with a toothy grin, before leaning closer and sealing our lips. When he moved his face away, his smile seemed even brighter than before. "I'm definitely gonna remember yesterday, till the day I die."

I smiled from the sincere statement, though something seemed to flicker in my mind.

"So, um… theoretically speaking… how are you able to like… die?" The thought alone made me feel queasy.

"What do you mean?" He gave me a questioned look.

"Um, I know in fiction werewolves are like suppose to be immortal or something, right… so are you like that as well?"

He sat back in the seat, thinking about how to answer my question.

"I mean yeah, I guess that's true." He shrugged. "I'm biologically the same age as I was when I first phased."

"So… when I'm sixty, you're still going to be seventeen?"

He merely shook his head. "Depends."

"On what?"

"Depends on if you're going to phase into a wolf like me."

Oh right, how could I forget about the possibility of me becoming a gigantic werewolf.

"But," Paul spoke again. "if you never do phase, then I'm going to stop phasing, so I can start aging again."

"But that would mean you'd have to leave the pack. I thought that wasn't an option?"

"It wasn't when we weren't together. But now-" He picked up my hand in my own. "my top priority is you and only you."

I gave him a soft smile, before leaning up to kiss him once again – something I would never get tired of.

"Well let's hope I phase soon then." I sighed, though for some reason, this seemed to set off Paul, as he looked at me with sudden shock.

"Why would you hope for such a thing?" He asked, seeming completely baffled.

"Well, because then I could be with you forever."

His eyes narrowed in a way that seemed very unhappy with my response. He looked like he was trying to find words to say, but after a minute of dead air, he merely leaned back in his seat, keeping his lips pressed together. It was clear that for whatever reason, Paul didn't want to speak more on the subject, and not wanting to poke the bear anymore, I did the same.

After arriving to the airport, I said my farewells to Tacoma. It was… a very strange experience, but I wouldn't've change any of it. Okay, maybe I would rather Paul's mother not be engaged to a vampire, so I could've been a bit more relaxed during my stay, but what can you do?

I slept on the flight back to Port Angeles. I woke up a bit before landing and while resting my head against Paul's shoulder, I felt a heavy weight on top of me, only to realise that it was Paul resting on me. To say that I didn't enjoy closing my eyes once again and cuddling into the boy would be a big lie. Eventually we landed though, and I had to wake the sleeping giant.

It was already three in the afternoon, so we quickly retrieved our luggage and headed out of the airport to my parked truck.

"It feels so strange to be back." I hummed, buckling myself into the passenger seat.

"Yup." Paul agreed. "You gonna miss the big city?"

"Kinda." I smiled.

"You think you might wanna go to college there?"

"I don't know. I mean, if you came with me-" I side-eyed him a hopeful look. "then I'd definitely consider it."

Paul roared the engine to life. "To Antarctica and back if you want me to."

I chuckled at the mental image of us in Antarctica – myself in a big winter coat and Paul probably wearing nothing like usual.

The drive back to La Push was entertaining, as Paul and I talked on and on about how everyone was going to react when they found out the eventual news of us. Paul had informed me that my mother already knew of the imprint, which kind of explained why she turned so many blind eyes towards our delinquent behavior. The fact that she and everyone else knew about the imprint before me was strange.

"So, is everyone like… okay with it?" I asked Paul.

"You're gonna have to be a bit more specific, lil' pup."

"The imprint."

"Oh…" He seemed to understand, though he stayed silent for a moment, probably thinking about how to answer. "I mean the general consensus seems to be a-okay. It did give everyone quite the shock though."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yup. Never has happened in the history of the wolves – a wolf imprinting on another male that is – which completely eradicated Sam's theory on why imprinting exists."

"What would that be?"

"He had thought that imprinting existed for purely biological reasons, which would be for… i-intercourse and stuff." He went very quiet on the end.

I couldn't help the amused grin on my face. "Are you seriously getting flustered over talking about sex?"

"I'm not flustered!" He said, face looking clearly flustered on the subject at hand.

"Oh, you totally are! What happened to mister macho man Paul, the guy who went around acting like mister Playboy in school?"

"I…" He sighed. "I don't know… I g-guess it's just… you know, it's… you."

"It's me?" I raised a brow.

"Yeah." He paused, looking as though he were trying to gather the right words to say. "You always have been my best friend, so the thought of doing… intimate stuff is embarrassing."

I tried suppressing a smile, though Paul caught it and clearly wasn't pleased.

"You're laughing."

"I'm not laughing." I was now suppressing the laughter.

"You're clearly laughing." He rolled his eyes, though seeming amused by the situation as well.

"Well, lets take things slow for now, yeah? So we can both adjust to this." I said while holding the hand that was placed in his lap. He gave me a sincere smile.

I never really expected Paul to be so nervous about the whole thing. I mean, we were taking a huge step, and the sudden dynamic shift in our once purely platonic relationship was certainly something that needed adjusting to. But more so, I only felt that way towards the big things, like the discussion that was just at hand. Me and Paul were already used to doing so many couple things that most 'best friends' would never do, like holding hands and sleeping in the same bed. Hell, the list went on, and as I gave it more thought, the stupider I felt. How I went so long without picking up all those clues was beyond me. Maybe it was needed to somehow progress the story of my life.

By the time we pulled into the driveway of my home and open the doors of the truck, my mother was already out, running over to hug us – Paul first of course, because it's not like I was her biological son or anything.

It was when we were in my bedroom, packing away my clothes that I noticed something strange.

"What are you doing?" I asked the boy, watching him take a few articles of clothing to put into my closet.

"What? I figured since I'm here all the time I might as well put some spare clothes here."

"Wow, we haven't even done it yet you're already moving in."

This earned me a bawled-up shirt to the face. I stuck my tongue out at Paul before tossing it back to him.

"How come we're only one day into our relationship and all you can think about is sex?" He hummed, packing away another piece of clothing.

"Oh Jesus…" A voice spoke up, but it wasn't me or Paul. I swiftly turned my head to the door which was now cracked open with Leah standing in front of it.

I could only gape at her, wondering how much of the conversation she had heard.

"Relax dingus, I already know about the imprint." She said uncaring. I wasn't surprised by this of course, but it still felt weird.

"What do you want, Leah?" Paul asked in a monotone voice.

"Sam scheduled a pack meeting at the city council office tomorrow evening. Everyone is required to be there."

"Even me?" I asked.

"Are you a werewolf?" She dumbly asked like an asshole.

This put a sour look on my face. "No…"

"Then no." She then took her leave, clicking the door shut behind her.

"Well that's just great," I said exasperated. "She's gonna tell everyone!"

"Is it a bad thing, though?" Paul asked.

"Are you looking forward to multi-hour, multi-session talks about safe sex with Sue Clearwater?"

Paul's face turned worrisome.

"…I'll talk to Leah."

"I think that would be best." I sighed.

I sat on my bed, papers sprawled out in every direction. Paul had left to go back home to see his dad a few hours ago, and I was now trying my absolute hardest to stay one-hundred percent focused on the project I had to finish that was due tomorrow.

It took a good bit of searching through the phonebook, and a few miscalls, but I managed to track down Angela's home number. Her mother answered first, and I courteously introduced myself before she passed the phone off to Angela. She and I had gone over the project together one last time. I bended the truth a bit, telling her I had completely forgotten about finishing up what I had left with my part, and she was very gracious in helping me out for a bit. She then had to go – something about having to hand write her high school graduation announcements.

That's when it hit me.

This was Paul's graduating year too. I guessed that wasn't going to happen now, sadly. Though, maybe I could convince him to return with me in the fall for senior year…

I finished up the project at ten. I managed to stuff all the work into my backpack without bending or ripping anything. I was getting tired, so I decided to take a quick shower before heading down into the kitchen for a snack. I had only realized then that I hadn't eaten anything since we got back. Before I knew it, I was scarfing down a plate full of bacon, eggs, and toast. I figured if I ate now I wouldn't need to in the morning; maybe even sleep in a little bit. I downed a glass of orange juice in one big gulp, then put all my dishes in the sink and heading back up into the cozy confines of my bed.

I expected to wake up with my boyfriend next to me in bed – I loved calling Paul that. I glanced around, feeling relatively cold. If I had known he wasn't going come back, I would've probably turned up my heat. Nonetheless, I flung my legs out over the bed and stood on the cool floor.

Outside was – like always – gloomy. The place where the sun never touched. Going from Tacoma weather to this was kind of depressing. Hopefully the sky would be clearer in Forks. I got changed out of my sleep wear and into something half-warm. It was approaching the middle of May already, so it was kind of irritating that it didn't seem like it.

I was in a good mood though, despite my pessimistic thoughts. Just a tad nervous sure, but I was always nervous on presentation days. I just prayed that Angela and I would get a good mark for her sake. Afterall, she was the one graduating, so it mattered more to her.

Strangely enough, I got breakfast anyway, as I did feel hungry again. Before opening the fridge, my eyes scanned the calendar on it, noticing how today would be one of the days I would be filling in for my mom at the convenience store. I had been looking forward to spending that time with Paul, but I quickly remembered he had a council meeting anyway, so at least working would pass the time.

I was out the door by seven 7:40. Earlier than needed, but since photography was first period, I didn't want to risk it.

While driving down the long, traffic-less road to Forks, I thought in scrutiny about all the topics I would have to cover for my speaking portion. I strangely felt confident about it too, which was a welcoming change from past times where I had to do public speaking. Most of them didn't go too great; I would always get a good mark on the project, but I'd almost always do horrible on the speaking.

And of course, as if it wasn't already a running theme, my foot slammed on the break. Unlike those other times, nothing had jumped out. But there was something wrong – very wrong. My gut was warning me – as if it were some sort of sixth sense.

And in a split second, something jumped out from the woods, but it wasn't an animal. If I hadn't been paying deathly close attention, I probably wouldn't even have seen it. But I did. It was a blur of orange so hauntingly familiar, and it leaped over the road to the shelter of the other side of the forest. I stared at the spot it had disappeared into. It wasn't over, as I heard them. I recognized the footsteps, so gracefully soft yet rough and loud at the same time, just like on that hiking path.

The first one shot out – the black one. And as fast as the orange blur did, he zoomed on by. Despite how fast he was going I was able to see him clearly, probably from how familiar I was with him. The rest of them soon followed, one by one shooting out from one side and racing back into the other side of the woods. My heart was racing, and I was now waiting for him, and when he finally showed himself, he jumped out with his dark silver fur. He was the only one who stopped, his whole body practically blocking my side of the road. His long eyes looked at me with whatever emotion he was feeling. Probably nothing good though, as I knew I only expressed pure shock. There was a moment of stillness, to which he then nodded his large head once before taking off on the others' trail.

I let out a breath, eyes probably budging out of my skull. At least now I knew why he didn't show last night. He was chasing something, and I knew exactly what it was.

I don't know how long I blanked out staring at my dashboard, but eventually I heard a honk behind me, and I investigated my rear-view to see a car waiting for me to move. I pushed on the gas once more and made way to the high school.

It was the perfect way to start presentation day. It was bad enough I was already nervous before hand, but now I had to deal with the fact of knowing Paul was currently chasing a vampire through the woods. He had told me it was safe, and I already knew that this was what they did, but to see it for yourself was something else. Not only did I feel waves upon waves of anxiety, but I also felt sick because of it.

I parked in the school lot, my hands gripping the wheel and my lips pressed as I tried my hardest to keep myself together. My stiff arm and visibly shaking hand reached over for my bag, and despite not wanting to, it was already 8:20, so I opened the door and got out, so I wouldn't be late. I tried walking, though my legs kept buckling, and as I got to the edge of the vehicle I had to stop, as it was all becoming too much.

Was I actually about to have a panic attack in the middle of the parking lot?

I was breathing hard, and I leaned into my arms which rested on the box of the truck, shutting my eyes and praying to any god out there that I could just calm down. I tried thinking of peaceful things, like lying in bed with Paul, but all of it just went to the back of my mind as my brain could only focus on Paul possibly being in danger from a lethal vampire.

That's when I threw up.

After feeling it all come out, the heaving stopped and I coughed a few times. I felt a hand on my back, though I didn't look up to check who it was; I was too embarrassed to.

"Seth?" A gentle voice asked. I peaked my eyes out over my arm to see Angela next to me along with a few of her friends. How humiliating, I thought.

"Hi…" I managed to get out.

"You really don't seem well." She said worried. I got a better view of the people who were with her. Ben of course, along with a red-head girl, that blond guy who's name I remembered was Mike, Edward Cullen, and another girl who I also remembered to be a Cullen.

"That obvious?" I asked with a sense of humor. Though worried, this did seem to put a slight smile on her face.

"Maybe you should go home and get some rest, yeah?"

"But the project, I can't-"

"Hey," She cut me off. "It's alright, really. I'm sure Ms. Cherny will let us present another time. Go home and get better, okay?"

I looked at her in defeat. "Yeah… yeah okay. Thanks, Angela."

"It's no problem, Seth." She gave me a smile. "Are you sure you'll able to drive back home yourself?"

"I'll be fine." I assured her.

I then got to look at the people behind her, everyone showing relatively sympathetic faces – except for Edward. His jaw was locked tight and was staring at me. Both Angela and Ben said their farewells, before taking off with their friends, but Edward remained by my truck along with his sibling.

"The wolves are chasing Victoria." Edward said quietly, probably not wanting me to hear, but I managed to anyway. His voice was so unexpectedly pleasant to hear, but there was a tightness to it. I was shocked, not by his voice though, but by the fact that he somehow knew about what happened. I realised he was talking about the pack.

"H-How'd you know that…" I asked without thinking. The two figures looked at me, and I almost wanted to cringe away.

Edward didn't answer me though. "Alice, call Carlisle, make sure they're at the border just in case she crosses over." He said, though the girl – who I assumed was Alice – already had a cell in hand. The two figures immediately began pacing quickly back to their car, and I could only stare after them like an idiot. They sped out of the lot way over the speed limit.

They were so mysterious. They were vampires though, so maybe that was just apart of the gig. I walked over to the driver's side of the truck again and hopped in, wondering how Edward knew about what the pack was doing. Maybe they all kept in contact? No, that wouldn't be possible. I was sure the pack hated the Cullen's. But what could it have been?

I waited for a bit before starting the engine. I still wasn't feeling to well, and the more I thought on the reason for my sudden sickness, the worse I got. So, I thought about the Cullens – specifically what Edward had said.

The wolves are chasing Victoria.

Victoria… Was that the name of the vampire the pack was chasing? And the Cullens already seemed to know of her, and from the way Edward spoke of it, he didn't seem too fond of this Victoria either. That or he wasn't fond of the pack…

Maybe both.

When I did get back home safe and sound, I couldn't help but think that I just spent a whole hour of driving just to throw up and have a panic attack over Paul. When I got back into the house I dropped my bag by the door and flopped down onto the couch, trying to let go of all the built-up tension in me.

I know that he had already told me this is what they all do but seeing it in person was completely different from hearing about it. I had to mentally thank Angela again, as I knew that if I had stayed in school I would've went crazy. I spent the remainder of the morning cleaning everything in sight. I had to keep my mind busy, or else I know I would end up doing something stupid in desperation.

As I wiped down the counters for the third time, my thoughts wandered to Edward and his sister. They told their family to meet at the border, but why? Why did this Victoria person seem so important? I assumed that she wasn't like the Cullens, which only meant that she… My hand froze as I was reminded of the 'bear' attacks that had been happening all over town…

She was the bear.

"Oh shit..." I groaned out.

My knees began to buckle again as it felt like all the blood in my body was gone, and I began to feel sick again. This Victoria was a vampire, and she was the one killing people.

Was she the one who killed my dad? The thought alone had me heaving into the garbage bucket once again to let out the rest of the breakfast I had this morning. My nerves were gone haywire, and I visibly looked like shit. I couldn't do anymore cleaning. I didn't want to, so I retrieved a blanket from the closet and lid down on the couch, trying not to think of what happened to my dad or what could happen to Paul. I shut my eyes from the world, trying to think of nothing, and falling into a restless sleep.

By the time my eyes cracked back open, the front door to the house closed, and I looked over to see Paul standing in the doorway.

"Hey, what are you doing home so-"

He was cut off by me jumping up from the couch and sprinting over to pull him into an embrace.

"Whoa, easy there Sethy. You get a few kisses and now you're all over me?" He joked.

"Shut up, dummy." I said with a shaky voice. He seemed to notice this, and he pulled my face away from the crook of his neck.

"Hey, what's wrong with my lil' pup?" He asked, concerned as to why I was acting strange.

"Um," I didn't know what to say – I was just too grateful to be in his arms. "When I saw you guys this morning chasing…"

"Ahh…" He seemed to understand. "Don't worry, we're all just fine, I promise."

"I know that now." I said with a sigh, poking my head back into his neck.

We remained like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. It really was amazing how all my worries seemed to disappear when I was with him. I could just let everything go, only hearing his steady heart beat and breathing.

We didn't do too much the whole afternoon, just enjoyed each other's company while watching some TV. After such a hectic weekend, it was nice to just relax and do nothing.

"So, where are we gonna go on our first date?" Paul asked, looking down as I cuddled into his side.

I raised a brow. "First date, huh… Is it going to be like the movies where you take me to some romantic restaurant? Tip the waiter for the best table in the house… maybe serenade me?" I was smiling now, clearly amused by my own joke.

"It can be all of that and more – if you want it." He added.

"Hmm, as awfully good as that sounds, it might get pricy."

"I got all of the money in the world for you, lil' pup." He leaned in to nibble on my ear.

"You're wolf side is coming out."

"It's because you're making it." He grinned devilishly.

I rolled my eyes. "Where are you getting all this money anyways? You must've spent at least five hundred dollars this weekend."

"I get paid for hunting the baddies."

I looked up at him, probably looking somewhat questioning.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," He said, shifting on the couch to let us both be more comfortable. "I'm not an… average teenager, but I still gotta make some cash, right?"

"So, you're on the council's payroll?"

"Yup."

"Huh… well at least there's some benefit for putting your life on the line… B-Besides saving innocent people, that is."

He chuckled lightly. "Getting paid to help people, that's the kind of job I think I've always wanted. Maybe not in the way I'm doing it now, but it's something I guess."

"Really?" I questioned. "How come this is the first time I've heard of this?"

"I don't know. I mean, I played football most of high school, so I guess I just assumed I would somehow make that a career out of that and ending up pushing all the other things I liked to the back of my head."

I smiled. "So, you don't really like hunting vampires?"

He shrugged. "Someone's gotta do it."

"With great power comes great responsibility."

He smiled, but in a saddened way.

"It's so strange…" Paul sighed. "Thinking back to when we were kids, I use to dress up as Spider-man every Halloween, wishing I had superpowers. And now, here I am with them, and I'm wishing I didn't." He played with my hand in his, his face no longer hiding his sadness. "That's… funny."

There was no humor in his voice.

I reached up with my hands to turn his face to me before sealing his lips.

"What was that for?" He asked, happy once again.

"Do I need a reason to kiss you?" I questioned.

He gave me an amused look.

"Guess not." He said before leaning down to kiss me once more.

We kept doing our own thing for the rest of the time we spent together in our little bubble. My mother and Leah eventually came home, which then reminded me of my shift at work. I changed into something fresher before having supper with the family – Paul included. Soon enough, the three of them had to leave for the council meeting. I waited around a few more minutes, not wanting to be super early.

Driving down the main road in La Push always seemed so relaxing, especially in the evening time. As much as I loved being with Paul, it was also nice to just get some alone time.

I got to the store just in time for my shift. Janet welcomed me with a warm smile once before heading off to do other duties, leaving me in charge. For the most part, I just sat on a stool behind the counter and read a newspaper, while the scattered few people came in and did their own business before I rang their items up. It was when I was reading a strange article on a string of multiple deaths in Seattle that two figures came into the store.

I merely glanced up from the paper, but I quickly identified the two figures. It was Rachel Black, and that other girl named Kim. I hadn't seen them since the funeral.

"Oh, hey Seth." Rachel greeted me with a warm smile once she noticed me.

"Hi Rachel."

"Since when did you work here?" She asked, raising a friendly brow.

"Eh, only few weeks now. I've been helping out my mom since she took over for my dad at the council."

"Ah," She seemed to understand, but she didn't let the whole 'dead father' remark affect her. She'd always been good at that kind of stuff. "Well, how've you been anyway? How's Paul? Or-… do you still talk to him?" She asked with curiosity.

I froze for a moment and wondered if somehow, she knew. I mean, her father knew, and so did her brother, so wouldn't it only be logical for her to know just out of that? No… not unless she somehow found out herself. My whole family knew about it before me, and they still hadn't told me about anything.

"I've been doing good!" I said with the best enthusiasm possible. "Paul too." I then added.

"I'm sure you have." I heard, but it wasn't Rachel who said it. I looked over to the left of her to see Kim, off in the distance, minding her own business, with a kind of sour look on her face. Rachel somehow didn't even hear the comment, or otherwise wasn't phased by it.

What was Kim's problem? Did she hold some sort of grudge against Paul? And since I was his friend, did she hold it against me as well? That seemed illogical and petty to hold one like that after all these months, especially when Rachel didn't seem to. Unless she somehow knew about us.

Okay, now I was just being paranoid. There was no way she could've known, especially if Rachel didn't.

The two girls went about to do some shopping before returning. I rung up their things and bagged their stuff, and wished them both a good night, to which Rachel thanked me and returned the good wishes, while I swear I heard Kim grunt.

After another hour, Janet returned to close shop with me, and then I was on the road. My mom's car was in the driveway when I pulled in, so I could only assume the three of them had returned. When I climbed up the few steps to the porch, I went to open the door, only for someone else to open it for me.

Paul stood tall in the doorway, looking down at me with some expression I couldn't comprehend.

"Hi." I said, wondering why he seemed to be acting weird.

"Hi…" He said, scratching the back of his neck.

My eyes narrowed at him. "…What's up, Paul…"

"N-Nothing, it's just uh…"

"Seth is that you?" My mother called out. I saw her peak her head out of the corner of the kitchen with a look of pure joy etched across her face.

That's when my eyes widened.

"You didn't…" I asked the boy with astonishment.

"…Sorry." He mumbled.

That's when my mother came and pulled us both into a big hug, jumping up and down and saying how happy she was, and while I didn't show it, I was happy too.


AN: Okay, first off, I AM SO SORRY. I really planned to do AND finish this chapter back in June - July at the LATEST. But obviously that didn't happen. But I swear I have an excuse, and it's that I've just been SO busy the past few months, so it was really hard to find time to write this. BUT NOW things have calmed down, so I definitely plan to go back to the regular "Schedule" (if you want to call it that).

AAAHhh, it's been a WHOLE year since I published this fic, and I've loved writing every moment of it! So happy birthday!

Seth and Paul are FINALLY together! They're dating and holding hands and kissing and everything I've wanted to write about for the past year now! And it only gets better from here!

Again, I want to thank all of the people who have stuck around for so long, it really does mean the world to me!