A/N: So there's like 1580 references to movies/books/TV shows and a lot of this stuff I'm realizing I might have pulled from memory and it's a bit fluffy. But I like it. Read and reveiw? Kay, thanks :)

"I wanna be reckless, wanna live it up just because, I wanna feel weightless 'cause that would be enough." -All Time Low, Weightless

KPOV

"Go out with me this Friday." It wasn't a question; it was a statement, cement in its meaning.

"The last time you invited me somewhere I had to watch you and four other large males ingest ridiculous amounts of food, get all hopeful that you were going to kiss me only for you to tell me some werewolf story, and I almost broke my hand. Why the hell would I go out with you again?"

Jared and I were sitting on my back porch eating Chinese food and watching the sunset… it was all very cliché. Chinese food and sunsets, I mean. He was sitting right next to me, his feet propped up on the small table in front of us. His extremely hot leg was touching mine and every time he shifted to reach for food or laughed or just moved any part of his body, I felt my skin tingle even with the two layers of clothing in between us.

"I'm serious, I want to go out this Friday and I want to have fun. I can't remember the last time I had some real kick ass, tear the walls down, screaming, yelling, kicking fun!" He was gesturing with a carton of beef and broccoli in his hands which promptly went flying all over the place as he made his point.

"You used a lot of adjectives that really aren't adjectives in that sentence..."
"Stop avoiding the question! I want to go out! And you are coming with me. I asked nicely and now you have no choice. We are going to have fun."

"Okay, Mr. Fun-Pants, what is it that you would like to actually do for fun?"

"I want to… go to the beach! And have a party and get totally irresponsibly wasted and jump in the freezing cold water 'cause some jackass dared me to and I want to spike the non-alcoholic drinks just to be an asshole and I really want to go cliff diving. Yes! We'll go cliff diving! And we can get really good food and make an awesome bonfire and play stupid games like 'charades' and 'Never Have I Ever'. Oh my God! I just remembered! That opening summer carnival in Port Angeles! Yes we'll do that too!" He was on top of the world now and I smiled at his child like attitude. He seemed to notice me then and his excited state grew a little. "You wanna do that right? You wanna have fun with me and do stupid things, too, right?"

"Yeah, I want to do stupid things with you. And yes I'll go out with you on Friday."

"Good. 'Cause like I said, you no longer have a choice."

I was utterly amused at how Jared's mind worked. He rambled and made sense all at the same time. We could banter back and forth for hours and then he could say something serious and it would tilt my world upside down for a minute.

He was everything I wasn't - funny, personable, warm, infectious. I wanted to be around him all the time. He knew when to be quiet and he knew when to joke. He was perfect. We were fun together, even Mina noticed it. I smiled more often and it wasn't the fake 'I don't actually like you but I'm going to appease you because it might benefit me later' smile. It was the 'I'm happy so lets party and spread it around' smile.

I was hella confused, though. I had no idea what Jared and I were. I'm assuming we just left it up for grabs the night of the bonfire. It's not like I've been able to get rid of him; he comes home from patrol and usually slips into bed next to me or ends up somewhere in my house. He's with me every possible second in school and when he can't come to school, I'm always thinking of him anyway.

I would have thought him being in my house would be incredibly weird, since I haven't lived with someone for three years, but it wasn't. I could barely remember going to bed with the covers on even though I did just last week. It was easy as breathing - making three times the amount of food for dinner every night, printing out two sets of homework and changing the answers for his so he wouldn't fail out of school, leaving notes for him around the house when he couldn't call me. It was like everything I imagined my relationship with 'Dream Jared' to be was what it was with real Jared.

We hadn't actually gone out since he asked me to the bonfire and that was kind of a disaster. I didn't know how to go out. What does that even mean? I was so not into boys for the past three years and all of a sudden I have a Jared. I went to the same idiodic parties and I watched the same jackasses make fools of them selves as him and we drank from the same keg on the same beach but he was part of that while I just watched.

I was confused as to what I was supposed to be to him. We just kind of fell into place with each other and it was… relaxing. I had set him up in my mind so realistically that it felt like I already knew him. I loved everything about him because he was everything I wasn't.

FRIDAY

What the hell was I supposed to wear? I mean really, Jared wasn't very specific about what he exactly wanted to do. He just kind of word vomited all over the place about having fun. I had a general temperature range; Jared's heat was like a tropical wind surrounding me at all times in the cool La Push air, but that narrowed it down to half of my wardrobe. It felt like I had a thousand choices and nothing to wear as I looked through my closet and dresser.

I walked down the hallway and into the master bedroom, heading for the walk-in closet. I flicked on the light switch and started ruffling through my mother's racks of clothes, organized by season. There were capri pants that felt like summer and soft linen shirts, silk blouses and satin dress-pants. There were clothes of all different colors and material. Some were crazy and looked like they belonged to an artist. Others were classy and elegant and looked like they belonged to an accomplished business woman. My mother had been both and it reverberated through every aspect of her life, including her clothing.

I looked through the tie-die skirts and the silky evening gowns but could not find one thing that was even mildly appropriate. I was just about to give up when I spotted a light purple tank top in the summer section near the back of the closet. It was pleated with an emblem in the middle of the bust. I wondered where my mother would have worn it and with what. I could just imagine her at the gallery, pencil in hand and her wild mess of curls in a bun atop her head, her tongue sticking out in concentration, the beautiful purple tank top splayed out around her.

With that image, I decided that this was what I would wear matched with a pair of light washed jeans and sandals, just like my mother would have. I changed quickly, threw on some perfume and makeup, and skipped down the stairs, nervous and excited - the same feeling that I had when we went to the bonfire.

I jumped around the house, dusting this, cleaning that, organizing something else...going out with Jared should not be this unnerving. I looked myself over in the mirror the same way that I had the night of the bonfire, analyzing and assessing once again. The door opened and Jared called out, "Kim?"

"Yeah, I'm here," I replied, distractedly picking myself apart in the mirror that ran along part of the wall in the den. I could barely hear Jared's footsteps as he neared yet I could almost feel how excited he was... or maybe that was just me. He appeared in the mirror behind me suddenly and I watched as his eyes widened.

"You look...wow," he smiled that gorgeous smile at me and I turned around to look at him and get the full effect. He was wearing my favorite jeans again with a white tee-shirt and a pair of running shoes.

"Very articulate, Jared. But thank you. You're wearing my favorite jeans." I closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around his waist. His arms came to rest on my back.

"These are your favorite jeans?"

"Yeah. I've dubbed them your party jeans."

"Huh. I guess I never really noticed but now that you mention it..." he trailed off. I kept my arms around him for a few more seconds, enjoying the feeling of the warm almost summer air and his warm skin. It was making me feel fuzzy.

"So where are you taking me, Mr. Fun-Pants?"

"We are going to the Port Angeles Welcome Summer Festival. Sound good?"

"Absolutely." I would have said yes to him asking me to go dig six-foot deep ditches with him if he had asked. He lead me out of the house and into his big black truck. I watched him as he pulled out, the contours of his chest as he turned around to pull out of the driveway. He was the most amazing thing to watch. No wonder I had done it obsessively for a good four years. I loved the way you could see this one big vein in his arm and I loved the way I could hear him breathe and how the muscles in his neck moved. It gave me the most peculiar feeling to observe him. It was different before, like I was looking from the outside in. Now I was on the same level and I could see with clarity who he was and how he operated.

"What are you staring at?" He glanced over to me from the main road.

"You." I answered confidently. I had caught him too many times doing the same thing to feel embarrassed.

"What do you see?"

"Happiness." It was true; he was radiating it. He looked contemplative. And then he nodded.

"That makes sense; I'm always happy with you." If he kept saying things like that, I was not going to last through the night.

We laughed and joked the whole ride after that one serious remark. It happened like that a lot. It was serious one moment and light the next. I could barely keep up but I liked it. It was distracting and focusing all at once. It wasn't planned and expected. It kept me on my toes and no matter how much I tried to tell myself that having a plan and a schedule was the better way of doing things, I really enjoyed being reckless.

The magic of a carnival was in the air. It was something about the colors and the music, the food, the smell, the people, that made you feel like a child. I couldn't tell if the feeling it was giving me was a good one or a scary one. Childhood was scary; memories of childhood were scary. But the bubbling feeling in my stomach wasn't frightening, it was liberating. It was freeing in a way that I had never experienced before. I felt younger, for some reason. Careless, almost. I liked it as much as the reckless feeling.

Jared parked a few blocks from the fair grounds and lead me excitedly to the ticket booth where he bought a ridiculously large amount of tickets.

"Is your objective to ride every ride and play every game?" I asked jokingly.

"Nope, that's yours. Mine is to win you lots of stuffed animals."

"Oh yeah? Says who?"

"I am Mr. Fun-Pants! You even named me that! That means I get the job of handing out responsibilities of participants of the fun!" I had to laugh at that. He was right though, I had named him Mr. Fun Pants.

"What's first, then, Mr. Fun-Pants?"

"Uhm....uh... I don't know, why don't you choose?"

"Because I'm the most indecisive person to ever live. That's why. With great power of being 'fun director' you have great responsibilities. Now lead the way." I said, very decisively (contrary to what I was saying about myself).

"Alright then, I say we head east to west and end the night with the ferris wheel, sound good?"

"Sounds great."

We headed towards the first ride, the one with the things that made you look like you were paragliding. Then we went to the one that spins you around really fast and makes you want to throw up. And then we went to the one that looks like a pirate ship that swings back and forth like a pendulum. Those were nice rides, the ones that made you feel like you were flying. That's when Jared had had enough of the fun rides; he wanted to try the one that dropped you from fifty feet in the air that continuous screams were heard coming from. I've never screamed louder in my entire life.

Then we headed towards the games, the ones that required little skill and a lot of luck. He played the one where you throw the balls at the bottles and knocked them down on the first try - shattering the plastic bottles. He didn't get a stuffed animal...

We played the game that you had to squirt the water in the bulls-eye and he let me win.

"You can't do that! No cheating!"

"I wasn't cheating...I'm just not good at that game...that's not cheating, really." He smiled, knowing full well that he had cheated. Werewolf super powers make you good at everything. I played the game that you have to use the mallet to hit the platform and make the bell ring. I smugly handed him a stuffed bear when the bell rang clear through the air.

"Fine. My turn." He handed the ticket collector the ticket and swung the mallet forcefully. The bell broke. This ticket collector was much better humored this time and handed Jared two stuffed animals, one of a gigantic bear and one of small pony. He handed those to me with the same smug face I wore earlier.

"Stupid, show-offy, werewolf," I muttered and glared a little at him. He just smirked.

We played a few more games and every time he won something he handed it to me and kissed me on the cheek. It was getting harder to hold the amount of stuffed animals Jared was winning for me...it was getting harder to keep my legs from being wobbly every time he kissed my cheek. His lips would linger a few seconds longer with each successive game won. I was tempted to just pull him down and kiss him senseless, but I restrained myself...with difficulty.

I watched Jared ingest four funnel cakes, two ice cream cones and a lot of fried dough. It was slightly disgusting yet oddly familiar at once. I guess you get used to that after three weeks of it.

Finally after a few more rides and a lot more games, both mine and Jared's arms were full with stuffed animals of every sort. He had even won me a fish which I affectionately named Fred. I was getting tired but I didn't want to leave. It was something about the way Jared looked at me every time he won another stuffed animal or right after a ride when his eyes were so bright his whole face glowed. I could stare at him all night when he looked like that.

Finally we stashed our merchandise in a bush and headed for the ferris wheel. Jared's hand never left mine while we boarded the cage-like contraption. My stomach plummeted as the wheel turned and we rocked back and forth. I clutched Jared's hand in a death grip, nearly jumping into his lap.

"Are you scared?" He asked, I could detect a small amount of amusement in his voice but I was too concerned with the increasing distance between us and the ground to be annoyed.

"Me? Scared? I'm not afraid of anything." Yeah, except heights, apparently. Jared wrapped an arm around me anyway and kissed my temple, sending my heart stuttering. He chuckled. Stupid werewolf hearing. We were only half-way to the top and every time the operator stopped to let someone on, the cage would rock and I would squish myself a lot closer to Jared than I thought possible. We were at the top for a long time and my eyes were closed in concentration. I was trying to think that I wasn't a zillion feet in the air and that my stomach had left itself somewhere on the ground. Jared used the hand that wasn't holding mine to run his fingers down my cheek, effectively making my eyes pop open in surprise.

"Look," he whispered and gestured to the sky where the ever present clouds had parted to reveal a full moon. It was breathtaking, absolutely gorgeous. My body instantaneously relaxed at the distraction and I pushed myself to a more appropriate proximity to Jared. I glanced at his face and he was just as mesmerized. The moon light was the only source of light this high up and it illuminated his features beautifully. He looked at me then and we were closer than we had been before, our faces only a few inches from each other.

He smiled as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. I knew what was coming and, quite honesty, I couldn't wait any longer. It had been building since I had first seen him in the mirror looking at me. I had imagined how his lips would feel, how they would taste on mine a thousand times in the span of a few hours and now I was tired of waiting. I didn't want it to be slow and filled with anticipation. I wanted him to kiss me and I wanted him to do it now.

"You have something on your shirt," I said, and I pulled myself a little closer to him. I made like I was going to wipe it off with my thumb but I grabbed hold of his shirt at the last minute and pulled him towards me. It happened fast, just the way I wanted it to. I brought him to my eye level and glanced at him, then my lips were on his. It took him a second to respond but he did. And my God when he did I could almost feel myself being lifted into another world - utterly and completely weightless. He moved his lips against mine and I instinctively pushed myself closer. His hands were everywhere, they were cupping my face and then they were on my neck and then they were in my hair all at once. It was intoxicating having him closer than ever before.

That pesky need to breathe got in the way eventually and I had to pull back a little. He rested his forehead on mine and I caught the light in his eyes. I laughed, I couldn't help it. I was filled with happiness and I just felt the need to laugh. Jared laughed too.

"I don't know why I'm laughing but I'm just happy," I giggled.

"I feel the same way," he laughed back. And then he kissed me again. And again. And i felt like flying. The feel his hands on me everywhere pulled something deep in me, straight out of my body that had been waiting to be released.

I didn't know what it was, maybe it was the imprint thing at work, but I felt like I was floating. I was no longer held tight by my plans and security and insignificant control over everything. I could feel myself detaching from a feeling of protection that came with the expected and the ordinary. It had started with Jared and it was ending with him now. My best laid plans, the ones that were thought out and practiced, executed precisely, were no longer important; they weren't holding me tight to my spot, Jared was.

It was transitional. I could feel it when he said my name, I could feel it when he hugged me, and I could feel it now with him kissing me. It was over though, the stripping away of my old ways was over, this was a new feeling that I wouldn't get rid of. I didn't need to control, to plan, to organize, to methodically and systematically lay out everything.

I was liberated. I was losing all control and it was the most wonderful feeling ever, for once.

A/N: There's a link to what Kim's wearing in this chapter, check the pro, please. If it doesn't work... sorry. Okay. Reveiw? Maybe? :)