A/n: Co-written with Jeaniverre. This one has been revised.

Lissa's POV

Amazing: in one month, I discovered just how madly in love I am with a werewolf. Don't take in account the fact that he imprinted on me; I just think of that as an added bonus. In a way, I love him like any teenage girl would love their first real boyfriend: their first real love. He's so much more to me than anything in the world. But now, after I became like him, he doesn't seem attached anymore. Can a werewolf imprint on another werewolf? Can you un-imprint?

"Good morning!" my mom chimed, taking the covers.

I moaned and rolled over, falling off my small bed.

She looked over me, smiling. "Sam called."

I groaned even louder and covered my head with a pillow. "Mom, please!"

"Do you want me to call him back?" she inquired, quirking an eyebrow.

"And say what?" I said fruitlessly; I already knew that I was defeated.

"'I'm sorry Sam, but Lissa feels like she doesn't need to protect the reservation right now.'" she grinned knowingly.

I moaned for a third time and got up. "This sucks."

"Not my genes." She shook her head and walked out.

I got up and got dressed quickly so I could get out of there. When I walked outside, Alex caught me.

"Hey, Liss," he smiled. Was he for real?

"Hey, Alex. Did Sam call you too?" I asked, walking with him.

"Nope. He called you?" he asked lightly.

"That's what my mom said." I shrugged.

"Last night..." he chuckled. Or, at least, I think that's what he said.

"What was that…?" His face flushed and he shook his head.

"Want me to go?" he offered, referring to meeting Sam. This was getting weird; he obviously shouldn't love me anymore.

"Yeah... we need to talk anyway."

He looked at me for a minute, clearly unnerved. "Sure."

It took me ten minutes to get it out. I just couldn't narrow it down to the main point.

"I don't get what you're trying to say." he tilted his head.

"Why do you still hang around with me?" I asked finally.

"What? You can't be serious." he raised an eyebrow. We'd stopped walking for at least five minutes.

"You have obviously un-imprinted on me. I mean, I'm a werewolf now too. It's not possible." I shook my head.

He looked into my eyes for a long time. It made me feel self-conscious.

"So, you think the only reason I was in love with you was because I imprinted on you?" he asked uneasily.

"Well- not so much anymore..." I admitted.

He shook his head. "Unbelievable."

"What?"

"You don't think that it meant anything?" he half-yelled unbelievingly.

"Well I thought..."

"You thought wrong. Liss, I- I could never even fathom that you would think I work like that. I was in love with you; I- I still am." he started walking.

I noticed that my mouth was open, and quickly shut it. "No, Alex!" I shouted, but he ran into the woods and phased. "Damn..." I whispered, leaning on a tree. I got a sudden surge of anger and kicked it, leaving a dent, while my hands quivered. How could I have been so stupid? He really did love me; the accusing prick that I was. I had to make it up to him. But how?

As it turns out, Sam just wanted to have a talk with me about keeping calm, meeting places, running rounds, etcetera. When he let me go, I met up with Sarah at the diner in Forks. I missed her.

"I haven't talked to you in forever." she laughed, hugging me.

"Yeah, this week has been... hectic." That made me laughed inside.

"I see... So, what's been going on?"

"Well, you know that Alex guy? From lunch?" I asked, smiling.

"No way; you aren't dating him, are you?"

She knew me so well. "Well we were, but I think we broke up."

"You think?"

"Yeah... I sort of upset him. It's a long story, but I want to make it up to him." I nodded.

"Okay; how?" she rubbed her hands together.

I smiled, and a plan unraveled itself from my tangled mind.

I found Alex lying down in the sand by the water. I wasn't sure if he was sleeping, but I walked over anyway and sat next to him, setting my chin on my knees. He opened one of his eyes and sighed, sitting up. "What do you want Lissa?"

That hurt. I looked down, but directed my eyes back up to him. He wasn't going to win this. "Its a free country. I go to the beach if I want to."

"Then you can enjoy the beach without me." he stood up and brushed off his shorts.

"Aw, come on, Alex!" I followed.

"What do you want from me?" he called, turning.

It was time. "Come cliff diving with me." I pleaded once I'd caught up.

"What?" He looked befuddled.

"Cliff diving - the waves are perfect." I nodded toward the ocean.

He looked at me for a minute and shook his head.

"Please Alex?"

"Fine." he growled, stalking toward the cliffs.

As he walked away, I did a minor victory dance and ran to catch up with him. When we got to the cliff, he slipped his shirt off. I almost melted. Almost.

"Well?" he asked, motioning to the brim of the rock.

"Hold on." I muttered, pulling my shirt off. Phase one was in action. I managed to find my bikini in my closet before I came. It was a good call. I put my clothes to the side and looked at him.

He coughed and waved me to go.

"Oh no, we're jumping at the same time." I shook my head. He rolled his eyes and stood next to me. I held out my hand, which he grabbed. "Ready?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"3...2...1... Go!" and we jumped. The feeling was exhilarating; I hadn't cliff dived in ages.

When we hit the water, I came up laughing. He was beaming, too. Phase Uno, complete; on to Phase Two.

"That was great!" I shouted, walking up the beach and collapsing in the sand.

"The best!" He fell beside me.

I looked up at him, my breathing heavy. "I knew you'd have fun."

He smirked and moved hair some from my face. "You win, but I'm still mad about earlier."

I scooted closer to him. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Liss. You accused me of feeling forced to love you." he shook his head, looking up at the sky. "I meant it."

I set my head on my elbow and moved my face closer to his. "So did I." I whispered.

Alex sat up to look me in the eyes. Then, I kissed him. I kissed him hard. This was no granny peck-on-the lips: this was Phase Two, with a capital 'P' and a capital 'T'. He didn't pull away, but he didn't kiss back, so I took the first move and climbed on top of him. His hand gripped my shoulder; he wasn't pushing me off, but pulling me closer. Then, he began to kiss back, just as fiercely. I was winning.

Then he stopped to take a breath. "Not fair," he murmured against my lips.

"It's perfectly fair." I replied, my fingers entangling in his hair.

"It's not fair at all. You're trying to seduce me on the beach!"

I smiled, and brushed my lips across his.

"Now you're teasing."

"Yes," I whispered in his ear.

Then, in one swift movement, he was on top of me.

"Are you giving in?" I asked, looking him in the eyes.

"Definitely not." He shook his head.

Then I leaned up and enticed him back down to the sand.