Imprinting: "It's so hard to describe. It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like gravity moves. When you see her suddenly it's not the earth holding you there anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her." (p. 176, Eclipse)

An Awkward Day

Holy shit.

What the hell just happened? I mean, first they were fighting, then they were all starry eyed at each other, and then they make out. Plus, let's not forget Embry's memory where Jake 'confesses' his love to Leah.

'Leah Clearwater, I'm in love you. Imprint or not, I love you,' I shudder as I replay Embry's memory.

Drugs. That's it. Everyone on the res is right, we're on drugs. LSD, weed, heroin, cocaine, ecstasy, meth, mushrooms, PCP, the whole nine yards. The entire two packs must be really doped up. We must be because Leah and Jake would never moon over each other like that and then proceed to make out after they were yelling at each other. Right?

I whimper. God must hate me.

I look in the direction where Jake and Leah left. 'I really don't want to know what they're doing right now.'

'Each other,' Quil says with a wolfy waggle of the eyebrows.

Embry groans, 'Dude that line is older than your grandfather.'

'And I really, really don't want know details about my sister's love life,' I add.

'Hey!' Quil cries offended. 'I'll have you know that my grandfather happened to like that line. And as for your sister, Seth, I'm betting that the rustle in the bushes isn't from a lone squirrel, but a little rendezvous between Jake and –'

'Make it stop!' I shout, covering my ears with my paws.

'Chill, dude. Just phase if Quil is annoying you so much,' Embry suggests.

I phase immediately before I can hear anymore perverted thoughts of my sister and Alpha having a special "Alpha and Beta 'meeting'" from Quil. For the love of god, Leah is my sister and I really don't want to hear any thoughts about Jake "hittin' it, then quittin' it" with her.

I grab the pair of shorts tied around my leg and throw them on before I realize that I'm trapped. I'm nowhere near home, and phasing for a quick run home is simply not an option at the moment. Quil will make lewd jokes about Jake and my sister, and Embry will either help, make a bet on how long it will be until they get caught by Charlie for 'indecent exposure', or both.

Option number two would be running home in the rain. I don't want to sound like a girl, but I really don't want to run like a human all the way home. It's annoying trying to keep a 'normal human pace' and getting soaked. There is a third option, however; I could always go to the Cullens and borrow one of their cars. From this clearing, I'm only a five minute walk from the Cullens' home. I grin at the thought of driving to the res in one of the Cullens' many cars, my favorite being Rosalie's flaming red sports car. The first time I saw it, I thought I imprinted.

Halfway there, I realize how royally screwed I am. I close my eyes and sigh, trying to muster up some patience because I know, I just know, that the minute I walk in there I'm going to be bombarded with questions. The Cullens haven't seen us since Leah and Jake stormed out of the house, and I'm sure they'll have some questions.

I can see it now, I'll walk in, and the whole clan will be in the "living" room. I'll walk in as silently as I can, but they'll hear me. Then, everyone will start asking talking at once, all wanting to know what happened between Leah and Jake after they stomped outside from the yelling match that rivaled Leah's bitch fit with Bella.

I reach the house and that's when it happens. Basically, it goes like this: I sneak into the house quietly, trying to keep my thoughts quiet, while looking for Esme or Carlisle (Those two would ask the least questions and would give me the keys to get home the fastest). But with my luck, they all hear me with their super-vampiric-hearing, officially ending my James Bond-stealth career and ruining my faith in my werewolf abilities.

Edward, being the fastest, gets to me first. He smiles and holds me while the rest of the Cullen "children" run around the house, scrambling to help Edward. I look around the house, trying to occupy my mind as to give nothing away to Edward.

Suddenly, the TV catches my eye. It's that commercial with the two kids having an eyebrow showdown. I watch in amazement as the little boy does his thing, only to be outshined by the quick eyebrow wave by the little girl. How do they do that? Insanely jealous, I try to do the eyebrow wave. Leah can do it. She even tried to teach it to me once...before she ran out of patience and threatened to shave them off if I didn't stop bothering her.

I hear Edward groan and glare at the TV before yelling at Jasper to turn it off. Once it's off, he smiles maniacally, probably thinking that I'll spill the beans now that I have no distraction. 'Well buddy, if you think I'm going to slip, you are so wrong. If I was able to keep our surprise birthday party from Leah when in wolf-form—the party was a complete success by the way—then I can withstand whatever you and your family throw at me. What happened is in the vault. You can't break me. If you want to know what happened, you'll just have to ask Leah and Jake yourself,' I think with a smirk on my face.

"It's all set up Edward!" Alice yells.

I hear Emmett clap as Edward carries me into the room and sets me down on a dining room chair. Faster than I can get up, Rosalie and Alice tie me to the chair. Tight. My eyes widen at the realization that they're going to torture me, in their own way, until I talk. I shoot a pleading look to Esme, begging her to be the compassionate second mother that she is, and release me. She looks away and I know I've lost. Shaking my head, I know I have no allies in this fight. You would think that after being around for centuries that they wouldn't be interested in gossip anymore.

"We're just concerned about Jacob and your sister," Edward answered my thoughts, "They've become a part of our family and we care for them."

I roll my eyes, I don't think that any of the Cullens, with the exception of Rosalie (Because, smell or not, they became 'BFFIL' – Best Friends For Immortal Lives) and Esme (Her motherly instincts prevent her from loving anyone) generally care for Leah.

"You'd be surprised," Edward muttered looking at his family.

Alice huffs and glares at Edward, "I want answers now, Edward! Just read his mind and get it over with!"

I smirk at Alice; she has no idea how stubborn I can be. I am related to Leah Clearwater: being around her has taught me a lesson or two…or forty.

Jasper looks at me, clearly concentrating on my emotions. Before his staring becomes extremely awkward, he tells Alice what he thinks. "It will take a lot to break him. He's stubborn, cocky, and I can feel an undercurrent of worry. He won't say anything willingly."

Hell yeah I won't say anything! Leah is my sister, not to mention the pack's Beta, and Jake is my friend, Alpha, and maybe a brother-in-law?

I see Edward eyes widen before he breaks into a huge smile, and I realize my slip. "Shit!" I growl.

"What is it? What did he think, Edward! What did he think?" Alice bounces up and down.

"What about Leah? Did anything happen to Leah? I swear, I don't care if he imprinted on my niece, I'll kill him if he hurt Lee," Rosalie growls. Emmett wraps a comforting arm around Rose whispering to her that Leah probably kicked Jake's ass.

That makes me think about we were watching Jake and Leah glare each other to death which made Quil and Embry bet on whose would be kicked, and then the kiss, how they have no idea who 'won,' and then Jake's 'confession' about his—my thought is interrupted by Edward laughing his immortal ass off. The rest of the Cullen family looks at Edward in complete confusion. I hang my head down in shame, realizing what I just did. I spilled the beans. I gave everything up like a cheap whore on Prom night.

Edward calms down, probably with some help from Jasper, who's smiling in the corner, and explains to his family what he saw in my head.

Alice squeals and shouts, "I knew it! I knew it would happen!"

Emmett laughs and rubs his hands together, probably thinking of dirty jokes to embarrass Jake and Leah.

Esme is smiling like a proud mother, which, I guess she is.

Jasper looks unfazed, like he knew it was going to happen. Given his empathy powers, he probably felt it coming.

Now, Edward is just smiling.

I look over to Rosalie for her reaction. Hers is the only Cullen opinion that Leah actually cares about. She's beaming! She looks so happy and grabs Emmett in for a sweet kiss, which turns into something passionate, and in need of a locked room.

I struggle against the rope and bungee cords they tied around my hands and legs, trying to free myself. Esme, noticing my struggle, comes over and unties me. She gives me a warm smile before apologizing, "I'm sorry we had to do this Seth. We were just really worried about them. Jasper said that they were both feeling very angry, murderous even, and Edward could only hear murderous thoughts from the both of them."

I nod in understanding, and thank her for untying me and make my way out the door. I'm about to run home, too exhausted to phase and deal with Quil and Embry, or having to talk with one of the Cullens to ask for a ride, when a voice stops me.

"Seth!" Rosalie calls.

I turn around and quickly catch the set of keys she tosses to me. I stare at the keys, (well, more specifically, the Ferrari keychain), in wonder. "Just drive her back next time you have to patrol around here," she tells me. I nod and stare longingly at the Cullen garage, "Tell Leah I need to talk to her. Okay, Seth?" she asks.

I mumble, "Uh huh."

Rosalie laughs before she struts back into the house calling over her shoulder, "If I see one scratch on my baby, I'll kill you. Regardless of who your sister is to me!"

"Gotcha!" I call as I make my way to the Cullen garage. Opening the garage door, I nearly collapse just looking at this magnificent creature. I let my hand glide over the hood of the Ferrari 612 Scaglietti. It is equipped with the optional Handling GTS, Daytona style seats, personalized stitching and leather details, a yellow rev counter, yellow brake calipers and Scuderia Ferrari shields. Basically, it's any guy's wet dream, and I get to drive it!

I slide into the seat and moan; the leather feels so good. I adjust the seat and start the car. I rev the engine and slam down on the gas and speed it out of the garage.

I make it home in four minutes and stare at the car for a couple minutes before kissing the hood and making my way inside.

As soon as I'm inside, I can feel that something is off, wrong in some way. And then I hear it, a moan followed by a girlish giggle. Oh no, I close my eyes and count to ten for patience. It's Jake and Leah making out, I know it. Why couldn't they just be happy doing that in the bushes? They just had to come and make me want to bleach the couch, didn't they?

I turn into the living room, ready to yell at my Alpha and Beta to get a room, preferably one in a Forks hotel, far, far away, when I'm met by a disgusting sight. My mother and Charlie groping and making out like two teenagers who have the house to themselves.

"Oh Chief Swan, I've been a bad, bad girl," my mom giggles.

"Do I have to get my cuffs out, miss?" Charlie asks in a husky voice.

"Oh dear GOD! BLEACH! I NEED BLEACH! MOM! WHY? WE SIT ON THAT COUCH!" I shout, completely disgusted and horrified.

Surprised, Charlie falls off the couch, taking a "bad, bad" Sue Clearwater with him. She lands on top of him and giggles, before she hears me gagging.

"Hello Seth. Have a good patrol?" my mother asks in between giggles.

Does she have no idea what type of battle we went through two days ago? Leah almost got squashed by a rogue vampire, Nessie almost died, Jake and Leah fought and then made up, following with them making out, and now she's asking how was patrol? "Not as good as having Charlie's tongue down my throat, I'm sure," I bite out sarcastically.

I know, this isn't my usually happy-self, but I just saw my mom making out with one of my Dad's best friends on the couch I watch cartoons on, eat on, nap on, and lounge on.

My mom rolls her eyes and looks at Charlie and helps him up. "C'mon Charlie, it looks like Seth needs some time to cool off." Charlie looked like he was unable to decide whether or not to go with my mom, or get the hell out of my house (I am a threatening werewolf when I want to be).

I shake my head, if she's happy, then I'm happy. I just wish she wouldn't be so happy on my couch! "Whatever, I'm in my room."

I flop onto my bed and hastily thrust my ear buds in my ears, turning up the volume on my mp3 player, thankfully drowning out all noise.

I wake up and glance at the clock beside my bed, 1:37 PM. Ugh, looks like I missed lunch. Considering what I saw when I came home, I think skipping lunch was a good thing. Rubbing my face, I try to wake myself up so that I can make myself some food. I hear a loud grumble and see that my stomach agrees.

I toss my mp3 player somewhere on my bed and head into the kitchen. Three sandwiches, a frozen pizza, some leftovers, an apple, a couple of oranges, and lots of milk. Yeah, that sounds like a good lunch. I turn into the kitchen and let out a strangled cry.

"WHY?" I cover my eyes. Before me are Jake and Leah getting hot and heavy. Leah's sitting on the counter, where used to I eat, with Jake in between her legs grabbing her hips. Oh dear god, this day could not get worse.

Leah tears herself from Jake long enough to spot me and giggle. Jake continues to kiss her down to her neck and I hear Leah's breathing change into heavy pants. Oh god, I'm going to hurl.

I can't go anywhere in my house without seeing someone in my family make-out with their partner on a once-precious space to me.

I clear my throat twice, before I get their attention. I glare at both of them and cross my arms across my chest before I announce with a sniff, "I have official lost my appetite and never want to see any female family members giggle ever again."

I storm out of the kitchen and decide to head over to Embry and Quil's place. I need to be somewhere where I can eat and sleep without having to see anyone get it on, and, apparently, that's no longer at home.

"JAKE!" Leah squeals.

Leaving now!

Disclaimer: All of the characters, concepts, and anything affiliated with the Twilight saga belong to (their rightful owner) Stephanie Meyer. The rest of the work belongs to me and should not be copied in any way, including translations, without my explicit consent.

Major thanks to Flyaway Dove for Beta-ing this.