Your Love's A Drug

A/N: Alright! Sorry about the long wait, but here it is! This chapter is going to be VERY fluffy. Ahahaha I do have to warn you, there is ABUSE in this chapter. So, I do apologize if the things that Billy says or does offends anyone. Um, for all you Leah fans, she has some time in here! Um, what else…oh and I have to ask, who would you all like to see Leah imprint on? Or, do you even want her to imprint? Let me know! Um…I feel like I am forgetting something…not too sure. OH! I am working on a new Jake/Paul story! Um…yeah…let me know if you think I should focus on what I have in progress already, OR if I should add that on to my to-do list? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot!

Opposite

Jake's POV

I didn't know what to expect as I heard my name boom throughout the house. My heart began to race and I found myself holding my breath as I walked down the stairs. I looked towards the door and saw a very pissed looking Billy and a very nervous looking Paul. My mom was minding her own business in the kitchen.

"Yeah dad?" I said, acting as innocent as possible.

"Jacob, sit down." He pointed towards the living room couch. "You too." He spoke bitterly to Paul, and we both obliged with a slight nod.

I sat down first, and Paul was next to me, but we let a gap settle in between us. I had no idea what this was about, but something told me that Paul did. I felt like I was going to be sick, my anxiety was getting the best of me. After just watching us like a hawk for a bit, he disappeared into the kitchen. I let out a long breath before quickly turning to Paul.

"What is this about?"

"Um…I kinda sorta…got caught up in the moment and said that I was here to pick you up for a date."

Oh shit. Of all the people that he could've let it slip too, he had to drop the ball with my dad. Probably the only person that didn't know about my sexuality. My mom, and my sisters knew, but I kept it away from my dad because I knew how he felt about homosexual people. He wouldn't even let me buy Jeffree Star's CD because he's gay! My dad would always talk about it was disgusting and wrong to do what homosexuals do.

Before either of us could say anything else, Billy walked back out and stood in front of the couch that we were sitting on.

"Jacob, this young man here says that he is here to take you out on a date. Is that true?" He still sounded mad, and his question came out sounding rhetorical.

Instead of talking, I simply nodded as I kept my eyes on the floor.

"So is there something that you want to tell me?" I'm pretty sure that he already knew the answer to that.

"Yes sir." I began, knowing full well that my voice sounded shaky and fearful. I could feel Paul's gaze on me as I continued to burn holes into the floor. "I'm gay."

"And you, Meraz, are you the same?" He asked Paul, and I assumed that Billy was now staring at him.

"Yes sir." He answered, "Is that a problem?"

My attention was immediately drawn to him, I mean, how could he just ask that question? There was obviously something wrong, or we wouldn't be in the situation that we are in.

"I don't want you anywhere near my son. Do you hear that Jacob? You are forbidden to go anywhere near him. If I catch you guys together, then I will have you pack your things and send you to live with your grandparents."

"Yes sir." I closed my eyes as I felt a sudden uncontrollable wave of sadness run throughout my body.

"Good, I know that this is just a phase for you, so you better get over it quickly because I will not have a gay son. That is disgusting and immoral." He spat out bitterly. "I want you out of this house, now."

"But sir-" Paul began.

"OUT!" Billy yelled. My eyes were still closed, so I only heard Paul's slow footsteps and then a click as the door closed behind him.

That's when I felt it. A strong impact against my cheek. I took in a sharp breath as I felt him grab me roughly by the back of my neck and began pulling me up the stairs.

"Billy! Stop! Billy, you're hurting him!" My mom yelled as she raced out to the stairs.

"I'm going to teach him a lesson about embarrassing me like that!" He shouted back at her.

I could feel warm tears streak my cheeks as he threw me into my room and slammed the door shut. He wasn't in the room with me; I was alone in the dark. I lay on my back on the floor as I placed my hands on my still churning stomach and watched the still ceiling. My heart was racing, but I chose to ignore it. My cheek was burning, but I chose to leave it alone. My father hates me, and I am going to have to learn to accept it.

Paul's POV

I began driving around in circles as I began to worry about Jake. I decided that I should talk to someone about this, and before I knew it I was pulling up in front of Sam's house. I knew that Sam wasn't home; he was at the pack meeting in the forest, but someone who might just be able to give me the advice that I need, is here.

I knocked on the door impatiently and continuously until it was opened. There in the doorway stood Emily; Sam's imprint. She had sleek long black hair and she had a gorgeous face, but of course ever since that one time that Sam slipped up and phased, the left side of her face was marred with a scar. She had these deep milk chocolate eyes that only held kindness and love. The pack would always call her the pack mother since we were almost always here and she was always more than happy to take care of everyone and cook and clean. She never turned anyone away if they needed help, and she was always there for anyone who needed someone to talk to. Hence my presence at the door.

"Paul, don't you know that patience is a virtue?" She asked with a playful tone.

"Uh, sorry Em, but do you think that we can talk?" I asked, and I'm sure that my facial expression and my sad tone were enough to let her know that I was freaking out a bit.

"Of course, come in." She pulled me into the house and led me to the dining table where we both sat down. "So, what's on your mind?"

"Well, I don't know if Sam told you, but…I imprinted." I waited for her reaction.

A warm smile formed on her face, "Congratulations Paul! So who's the lucky girl?"

"Well…it's not a girl…it's a dude." I waited for her reaction once again.

Her smile remained, "Oh! I'm sorry, well then who is the lucky guy?"

"Wait, you're not…disgusted or mad that it's a guy?"

She shook her head slowly, "No…am I supposed to be? Because I'm not. I don't care if you're going to be with a guy or a girl…or whatever! All I care about is whether or not you are happy with that person."

See! Why can't Jacob's dad see things like Emily!

"Well, I was supposed to take him out tonight…" I told her everything that had happened, and everything that Mr. Black had said. I found myself fighting back tears as I went past the part where I can't see him or Jacob will get sent away.

Emily listened to everything and when I was done she nodded slowly and stood from the table and told me that she had an idea and left, leaving me looking confused and waiting. I heard her rustling in around in the kitchen and figured that she had something in the oven. Soon, she came out holding a small basket; the top of it was covered with a checkered cloth.

"So, you care about him, right?" I nodded in response, "Well then let him know that you are going to be there for him. I mean, Romeo and Juliet's parents forbid them to see each other, but they still did. I mean, sure, they ended up dying in the end, but at least they were together, right?" She had a warm smile on her face as she placed the basket down in front of me. "I put some stuff in there that I made today. Why don't you take it to him?" She offered.

"I would…but how am I supposed to get to him?" I asked.

"Paul, does he have a window?"

Leah's POV

I don't understand it. Why do such bad things happen to people that don't deserve them? I mean, sure I've been a bitch every now and then, but I never actually did anything bad. My karma should be good! I mean, I'm what you would call all bark and no bite. When Emily had come to my house the earlier, I was so stubborn and mean. She hurt me, and I don't know if I can ever forgive her for that, but I felt so guilty about how I treated her, but at the same time I felt as though she deserved it.

I let out an unhappy sigh as I stood from the couch. I know that I should probably go and apologize, but I was hoping that I would get over it. I hate feeling guilty about things, and as much as I hated it; I was about to go apologize to Emily.

I grabbed my car keys from the kitchen counter and left the house. I turned the key in the ignition and my car started, but I didn't begin to drive yet. Instead I put one of my favorite CD's in the CD player, and pushed play as well as turned up the volume.

I just need to relax. And breathe. And try not to kill her while I'm there. Before I knew it, I was in front of Sam and Emily's house. I hesitated as I pulled the keys out of the ignition and looked towards the house. I slowly got out of the car and walked up the stone pathway that led up to the door. I kept my eyes on the ground as I knocked on the door.

It didn't take long before the door opened; I just wasn't expecting to see Paul.

"Leah, hey, what're you doing here?" He asked, sounding shocked. I didn't blame him.

"I, uh, I have to talk to Emily." I said reluctantly, not wanting to believe that the words were coming from my mouth.

"Oh, really?" He asked in disbelief. "Well, she's in the kitchen. Good luck with that." He gave me a small smile before moving past me.

I watched him as he got into his truck and drove away. What the fuck was he doing here? Whoa, Leah, keep your temper in check.

I turned my attention back towards the open doorway, and hesitated for a second before finally stepping in.

"Emily? Are you here?" I called out, waiting in the living room, still close to the door.

"Leah?" She came from the kitchen and stood a few feet away from me in the living room. "I'm so glad that you're here!"

She began to step closer to me, but I held up a hand, signaling her to stop.

"I just came to apologize for the way I acted earlier today." I spoke bitterly for some unknown reason, and for another unknown reason, her house was unusually hot. I looked down at my daisy dukes and my black short sleeved, deep v-neck shirt. I was dressed for exceptionally warm weather, so why the hell was I burning up?

"It's okay; I probably shouldn't have just shown up at your house like that and just expected you to forgive me." She dropped her eyes to the floor.

"Yeah! You really shouldn't have!" My voice went from an embarrassed whisper to a loud yell, "What the fuck were you thinking! And why the fuck is it so fucking hot in here!" I fanned myself with my hands.

"Leah, it's not hot in here…are you alright? You're sweating." She stepped closer to me and pressed the back of her hand to my forehead.

Leah, calm down. Just breathe! Why are you getting so angry? Nothing happened! Just calm the fuck down!

"Leah, you're burning up!"

"Yeah well…I don't feel so well. I think I'm gonna..." I felt weak all of the sudden. The room started spinning at a slow and nauseating pace. "I have to go." I pulled away from her hand and turned to walk back out of the house, but the sudden turn only made matters worse. I leaned forward and pressed my hands against the closed door as I tried to make the spinning room come to a stand-still.

"Leah, hold on, I can take you, just let me get my keys!" Emily sounded worried. I don't understand why. She wasn't worried about me when she stole the love of my life. Stupid bitch.

"Stop! I'm fine! I can do this on my own!" I said as I pushed myself away from the door and opened it. I took one step before my legs gave out and I ended up on all fours. My breaths were coming out uneven and soon I was taking in heavy pants.

"Leah, are you okay?" Emily approached me.

"I…I don't know." Was all I could manage to say in-between my heavy breaths. Then I couldn't hold on any longer. I felt unconsciousness approaching, but I didn't have the will to fight it. I let it over take me, and I was left unconscious.

So, again, why do bad things happen to people that don't deserve them?

Paul's POV

I didn't drive back to Jake's house. I dropped my truck off at my house and decided to phase. When I was at my house, I noticed that it was still empty. I knew that my father would be MIA for a few days, but my mom usually never disappeared too. It was kind of strange, but I didn't think about it for too long. Instead I stepped outside and went into the forest a bit, still carrying Emily's basket. I set it on the ground as I stripped off the jean cut offs and plain gray shirt that I had changed into and tied them to my ankle as I phased. Once I was in my wolf form, I picked up the basket in my mouth and began running to Jake's house. I was lucky that he was so close to the forest, so it would be easy to shift back into my human form before I actually get to his house.

As I ran, I noticed that I was the only one phased, and figured that it was because the meeting was still going on. I was kind of glad, because now I allowed myself to worry about my imprint. I only allowed myself to openly think about him when I was by myself. I hadn't told the pack about my imprinting since I had no idea how they would react to my imprinting on a guy. I mean, honestly, even if they do end up hating me when they do find out, it won't matter as long as I have Jacob. Which is why I'm doing this right now.

I noticed that I was getting close to his house, so I decided that this would be a good time to phase back into my human form and walk the rest. Once I did that, and had my clothes on, I began my stealthy approach towards my imprint. I followed that pull on my heart as a guide to lead me to his window. When I found it, on the second story and near a tree, I found a tiny pebble and threw it against the cold window with my free hand. I had to do this two more times before it was finally opened and he peeked his head out. My temper rose within a second as I saw his swollen cheek.

"That son of a bitch." I mumbled to myself.

"Paul?" He whispered, only loud enough for me to hear and not to alert everyone in the house.

"Move out of the way, I'm coming up!" I told him before advancing to the tree and climbing it with ease. There was a branch that extended close enough to his window, close enough as to where I could get inside with silence and ease.

Once I was inside, I noticed that he had all the lights off and I swear I could feel the sadness radiate from his body as he sat on the bed. I went and sat next to him, trying to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible. I laced the fingers of one of our hands together. I tried to look at his face in the dark, but it was hard to see. I brought his hand up to my lips and gently kissed it.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to him.

"It's okay." He replied.

"Can I turn on the light?" I asked, as the desire to see his face was becoming a bit overwhelming.

"…Sure." He hesitated before he answered and stood up, leaving my hand feeling empty, and went to the door where he flipped the switched that was located on the wall next to it.

That's when I really got to see his face. It was swollen, and I knew that that son of a bitch hit him. His eyes were puffy and red from what I assumed to be crying, since his cheeks were both tear streaked. I was immediately up and in front of him with my hands on his waist, and I was looking into his eyes.

"Jake, what happened?" I asked, needing to hear him tell me, even though I was already beyond pissed right now.

"He just…he just got mad. I probably shouldn't have even been going out tonight anyway…so it's okay." He spoke gently.

"No!" I was struggling to keep my voice down. "It is definitely not okay Jake! Oh God, I am such a fucking dumb ass. I should've just had you come outside and meet me or something. Shit…is that all he did?" I asked, hoping that the answer would be yes.

"Well…kinda. But don't worry about it." He whispered as he rested his un-swollen cheek against my chest. "But thank you for being here, it really means a lot to me."

"Anytime, Jake, anytime that you ever need me, just call me. And I'll come running. I promise." I whispered as I buried my face in his hair.

A silence filled the air for a little bit, but Jacob decided to ask, "What's in the basket?"

I let a low, husky chuckle escape my lips as I led him back to the bed. I had one arm wrapped around him, and he was pressed against my side with his arms around my middle. I grabbed the basket with my free hand and put it on my lap.

"Well, since I couldn't take you out to eat like I had originally planned, I brought a little something here." I opened the basket, hoping that he would like whatever Emily packed. It was sweets. Chocolate chip cookies and brownies too be exact.

"Oh, they smell so good!" He whispered excitedly as he looked into the basket.

"Well help yourself. These are for you, ya know." I chuckled again.

He began eating, letting out small, "Mmm" noises as he ate them. It was really cute.

"These are so good!" He said through a mouthful of cookie, "Did you make these?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but we heard a door slam closed, and Jacob shot up straight in his spot. He was nervous, and I wanted so much just to comfort him. So I did. I rewrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me.

"It will be okay." I whispered into his ear as I began hearing footsteps get closer and closer to his room. "If things get bad, then you can come and stay with me, alright?"

He slowly nodded and then the footsteps stopped, and there was a knock on the door.

"Jake sweetie?" Then the door was opened and in walked an older woman who I assumed to be his mom. She opened the door and stepped in, and when she saw us, she only gasped.

"Mom, I can explain, it's just that-" Jake began, but stopped short when he saw a growing smile on her face.

"Oh my goodness, you two are just the cutest couple I've ever laid eyes on!" She cheered happily with small claps of her hands. "Well, it is so nice to meet you! I'm Jake's mom, Sarah." She smiled a warm and welcoming smile as she approached the bed with an extended hand.

"Um…I'm Paul." I removed one of my arms from Jake's waist to shake her hand.

"Well I was just coming up here to see if he was alright, but I see that you've got that under control!" She giggled like a school girl. "But, oh honey…your cheek is so bad." Her smile faded and a look of sadness and worry filled it's place. "Why don't you go wash your face up, hun. I'll give Paul the supplies he'll need to patch you up." She winked as she began to leave the room. "Um, Paul, you're supposed to follow me downstairs now." She smiled as she continued to leave the room.

I looked at Jake, to see if he was as confused as I was. He wasn't, in fact he was now smiling.

"Just go, if you don't, she'll just come back." He smiled as he stood up, bringing me with him.

He led me out to the hallway, and that's when we broke away from each other. He went in the opposite direction as he headed to the bathroom, and I went down the stairs; already missing the feel of his body against mine.

As I stepped off of the last stair, I found his mom in the kitchen and walked over to her hesitantly.

It was strange how completely different Jacob's parents were. Sarah was so cheerful, and Billy was so…mean. I watched as her long black hair flowed freely down her back as she moved around the kitchen. She had the same chocolate eyes as Jacob, as well as the same sun-kissed skin. She was tall and slim-ish. She had a nice figure and looked fairly young.

"You don't have to worry." She spoke calmly, pulling me out of my thoughts. "I am not like his father. I really don't mind that my son is gay. And don't worry, I won't tell him that you were here, and you don't have to worry about him coming home tonight. He went on a fishing trip with his friend Charlie and won't be home until late tomorrow evening." She was still smiling the same warm smile as she handed me some bandages and antibacterial.

"Thank you, so much. Really, I do appreciate this." I took the supplies from her and turned on my heel to walk away.

"Oh and Paul," I looked at her over my shoulder, "feel free to find me if yall need some extra blankets or anything." She winked once more and turned around to rummage through the refrigerator.

I continued my walk back to Jake's room, breathing a sigh of relief once I was there, and found him sitting on the bed. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I smiled as I sat back down on the bed.

"I like your mom." I began as I looked at the stuff I was holding, "Do you think that we really need this stuff?"

He shook his head with a smile, "No, I think that she just wanted an excuse to talk to you alone."

"Well her master plan worked." I smiled, and he let out a small yawn.

He lay back against the mattress and I just looked him over. Every time my eyes would pass his swollen cheek, I felt a rush of anger and guilt. How could I let this happen to my imprint?

He moved so that he would be laying the right way on the bed, and his legs were stretched over my thighs. I sighed as I moved his legs so I could stand up. I picked up Emily's basket and turned off the lights. I slowly opened the door, and then I heard his sweet, soft voice.

"Paul?"

I turned so that my body was facing him, "Yeah?"

"Can you…stay with me tonight?" He asked in a low whisper.

A wide smile spread across my face as a sudden rush of happiness came over me. I stepped back inside the room and closed the door behind me. I placed the basket back down on the floor and went to the bed. I had to crawl over him to get behind him; my back was facing a wall. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him against my body, so that I would be able to keep him warm.

I think it's safe to say, that this is going to be one of the best nights of sleep that I will ever have.

A/N: DONE! Hahaha man, you guys would not believe how tired I am right now. BUT, I am still going to be up, because I have ONE MORE story to update! And that story is University Affairs! It probably won't be up until tomorrow, but I guarantee that it will be up! Um…yeah…so lemme know what your thoughts are on this story. Is it continue worthy? What's going on in your mind? Lemme know! Love ya for reading!

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