Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga.


One week. He was on my mind for a whole week. Which would have been an accomplishment, a milestone in my life, if it was anyone but Paul.

I didn't know him, and for the week I spent wandering around town, I never saw him again.

I would have been completely freaked out that I couldn't forget Paul, if the memory of him wasn't filling the almost eerily empty void of the memory of my father. Or the lack of…

But eventually, just like everything else, Paul started to slip from my mind. Before I knew it, his dark, piercing eyes no longer stared at me every time I closed my eyes.
"Kelly. Kells. Kelly!" I glanced up at my brother. Why did he insist on calling my name three times? Every single time.

"Yes Harry?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I'm going to school, you'll be fine, right?" I rolled my eyes, only then noticing the bag slung over his shoulder.

I nodded, looking back down at the map of La Push in front of me.

"Yes, go. Be good." He laughed, giving me a one armed hug before running out the door.

"Bye Kells!" I sighed as the door slammed shut.

Back to work.

For the past couple of days, I had been going every shop, store and café in town, keeping a map with me and marking off each place I visited.

So far, no one was hiring and there were only two places left in town that I hadn't checked yet.

"Mom?" I called down the hall, putting on my shoes. No answer, I sighed, edging closer to her room. "I'm going to do some errands, I'll be back soon. Do you need anything?"

"Don't get lost!" Was the only answer I got as I left the house.

The first place was a little souvenir shop I would have never known existed if not for Google.

I was a little hesitant to walk in. I felt that entering the shop would create some type of line between the known and the unknown...

Which was weird and stupid all at the same time.

So it was with very slight hesitancy that I entered the store. The little bell that marked my entrance made me jump, but I ignored that.

The guy at the cash register didn't turn for a full minute after I entered, so I kind of stood awkwardly by the door, feeling extremely out of place.

"Excuse me," I managed to say after five minutes of silence.

The person sighed, still not turning.

"Welcome to La Push, I hope you've had a great time. Here you can fi-"

He turned around and glared at me. With dark, piercing eyes...

My heart flipped, but I couldn't figure out why it did.

"What do you need?" His voice was cold and even less inviting than his previous monotone voice.

"I was uhm..." I looked away, trying to convince myself that I had no reason to be so nervous. I didn't even know this guy! At least I didn't remember knowing him...

"My name is Kelly." I started again, smiling as confidently as I could and sticking my hand out towards him.

He only glared at me. And as the silence lengthened, I dropped my hand.

"What's it to me?" Well that was rude. I could be potential customer.

"I-I was wondering if you were hiring?" I kicked myself internally for sounding so intimidated. That was not professional behaviour.

He stared at me, his brain seeming to process my words.

His jaw clenched and without answering, he jumped over the counter, tore off his apron and stormed out the door. The welcoming bell quivered in his wake, as did I.

"Paul? Who're you? Where's Paul?" I turned around. Another freakishly buff guy had replaced the first guy behind the counter. His eyes narrowed at me and I started backing up.

"I'm not sure who Paul is, but I'm Kelly..." He continued to stare at me like I was growing a third eye or something.

"And?" Oh, right.

"I was wondering if you were hiring, but I think I'll just look elsewhere..." I turned around, and tried not to run out the door.

"Wait!" I stopped and reluctantly turned to face buff man in apron number two.

"I'm really sorry to have wasted your time-"

"No, no. Don't worry about it, besides, I'm being a jerk." He smiled at me and my heart jumped. "I'm Embry by the way, and I'd be glad to give you a job." I smiled.

"Really?" I needed this job, but I couldn't help but remember that guy from before. I doubted he would react well when he found about his new co-worker...

"Um, Embry, right?" He nodded. "Does anyone else work here?" He raised an eyebrow at me, almost seeming amused at my question.

"Yeah. Me and Paul. Who should be here..." He glared at the door behind me before his eyes flashed to mine. "Are you sure no one was here when you came in?" He waited for me to answer, but the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth.

I hadn't been so nervous when talking to a guy since...

Well, who am I kidding; I hadn't talked to a man in a long time.

"Y-yes, I think so, but he left..." Embry growled, talking two long strides away from me and picking up a phone.

"Where the hell are you?" Embry glanced back at me, mouthing a "sorry", before turning back to his phone call.

"Yeah, she's still here, what does that have to do with anything?" I looked away awkwardly. Well that was a nice keychain...

As I picked up the little wolf chain, the bell on the door dinged, the door itself slamming into the wall.

I didn't dare to turn around when I heard the phone being slammed into its base.

"Kelly." I shivered, but didn't turn. I could either try and bolt through the door or stand here and pretend to be surprisingly fixated with this wolf keychain...

Which was actually pretty cool. The little ears were pointed and everything-

"Kelly, I think you should leave now. You can start tomorrow." I turned slowly, keeping my head down.

"Start? Start where? What the hell happened?" I took that as my cue to leave, running out the door and down a good four blocks before I stopped.

It was only then that I remembered the little wolf still clutched tightly in my trembling fist.

Crap, I hadn't even started and I was about to get fired for shoplifting. I debated whether or not to go back to the store, or shove it in my pocket and claim I had no idea what had happened.

In the end, I decided to leave the wolf on the counter and back away slowly.

Naturally, Embry and Paul just had to be in the store, arguing, no less.

"You can't just bail because you refuse to admit that you imp-"

"I didn't! How many times do I have to tell you people that I didn't?"

I stood outside the open door, staring in silently.

Well this was awkward.

"Paul, this was supposed to happen, you should have seen it coming." Embry put his hand on Paul's shoulder; it kind of looked like he was restraining him.

"No, no it wasn't. Not to me at least. I don't need an imprint. I was fine on my own." Paul shrugged off Embry's hand before stalking into the back room.

Embry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He turned, and froze when he saw me standing there. He glanced behind him warily before stepping towards me.

I took a step back automatically, frowning at him.

Embry sighed again, but stopped, rocking back on his heels.

"How much did you hear?" He whispered. I shook my head.

"Not a lot." Even if I had heard everything, it still wouldn't have made much sense anyway.

What was an imprint?