Bum, bum, buuuuuuum. You see? Imprinting really is a mess:\ Especially with my nifty little character; Fala. And Brady, well, Brady just imprinted on the wrong girl:( I almost feel like crying, putting him through such a difficult relationship. ...and all he wanted was someone to love him :{ Please...it's just- it's too much. Mleh, anyways, since I'm done with that, I just wanted to say thank you to all of those who reviewed:) You're too sweet, really...honestly, I'm getting a sweet tooth.

Even though I had that before this whole thing, but, meh. What are you going to do? I really need some chocolate. Or pudding! Yum:D Anyway, I want to tell you guys that this story - alone with all my other multi-chaptered stories - are all entwined into one whole series. SO YES; there is going to be Lakota in here. And then some other pairings. But, unlike my lovely friend here on fanfiction, I'm not going to start a bunch of projects all at once.

**PipTheOrphan**

Hear the song playin' on background,
All alone but you're turning up now,
And everyone is rising to meet ya',
To greet you

Fala's point of view-

I stormed out of that mess the moment I realized that I was on this whole thing alone. Not even Sam -my own flesh and blood!- would take my side. Sure, I'm a pain, but siblings are suppose to stand together on things. Apparently Samuel had forgotten about that little detail, but, meh, I'm sure he'll turn around at some point...

Oh, who am I kidding?

I'm alone. Everyone else thinks imprinting is this holy ritual that makes their lives better. And, since I already gave you guys an ear full on my opinion for imprinting, I'll just leave it at that. I stomped all the way past that burnt mess that used to be a kitchen, not once glancing at Emily as she called after me, confusion quite evident. It's not everyday I get to dramatically storm out of places for a reason.

"Fala?" I turned around, barely smoldering my scream of shock as Brady stood before me, his body so close to mine that I could smell him. Well...he just popped out of no where, didn't he? Joy. I really hope that doesn't become a habit. I'm 17 for crying out loud...my heart isn't what it used to be. I blinked up at him, taking a large step backwards. And Brady just watched me, pain flickering across his face before he managed to compose it into a mask of indifference. Almost out of reflex I copied his face with my own bored look, resisting the urge to stick my tongue out at him right after he blinked in shock.

I can't even have fun properly. Ugh.

"Brady," I acknowledged with a simple nod, trying my best to ignore the fact Brady smiled a bit after I said his name. I resisted the urge to smile back. This imprinting thing wasn't so comfortable when you're trying to fight it. Just the thought of me being able to fall right into Brady's arms right now and kissing him without hearing any complaints was too tempting that I literally had to restrain myself. Why did he have to be so good looking? It wasn't fair. But, I'll hold strong...for logic and freedom. For having a choice.

"Stop that," I grumbled angrily, crossing my arms. Brady stopped smiling, making me want to smack him upside the head. Trust him to do whatever I tell him to do. Disgusting.

"Stop that!" I yelled, nearly exploding as he took an alarmed step forward. Why he took one forward I do not know, but either way, it was starting to get a little hard to breathe properly. He smelt sooooo good. I leaned forward a bit, feeling my eye lids flutter slightly. He smelt like pine and- No! I yanked my head back, equally shocked and somewhat disgusted with myself and him as I realized he was also leaning forward. He's a tricky little bugger, isn't he? Brady gave me an apologetic smile, moving his hand so he could brush a piece of hair behind my ear. And I let him.

Crap, what is wrong with me?

"Why do you want to fight it?" He asked lowly, his voice deep and husky. A shiver passed down my spine. I bit my bottom lip uncertaintly.

"Why wouldn't I? Don't you want a choice? A say in who you can be with?" Why would I ask him such a thing? I could almost picture him shaking his head as an answer, but, instead, he only paused, thinking briefly. I blinked, confused now.

"Yes, I do want a say in who I want to be with," I sighed, part of it out of relief, the other out of confusion. Brady paused again, giving me a smile that I reluctantly returned. Maybe he gets it?

"And I say that I want to be with you," my smile fell quickly. Or maybe he doesn't get it. I started to turn around, but was stopped with him grabbing my forearm, his grip tight and firm. Looking back at him I could only stare helplessly into his brown eyes, hypnotized at the warmth in them. My heart skipped a beat at the feel of his fingers slowly moving up and down my arm. Our gaze didn't break when he moved forward slightly, and I stayed completely still, watching him. By now I think it was safe to say that my brain was no longer connected to my body. I wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him I didn't want him touching me, that this was all just a sick joke. But I didn't.

So he kissed me.

I've never actually kissed a guy before. Very pathetic when you think about it, but in some ways it was understandable for some girls. His lips were warm, and incredibly soft to the touch. Maybe this wasn't even considered a kiss, just a small touch of lips. It was enough to shoot a bolt of electricity through my entire body. Brady pulled away with a sigh, smiling slightly.

"Do you still want to fight it?" Yes, of course I did! It wasn't my fault he was digging himself deeper. I said it from the beginning. I didn't want him or his imprint. Even if he was one hell of a kisser...that meant nothing. A lot of guys are good at kissing - or so I've heard. That doesn't mean Brady and I were destined.

"Yes," I whispered, rocking on my heels to fall back away from him. Brady frowned, looking crushed but mostly confused.

"Brady," I continued, deciding to take the nice route. Just easing him into my explanation.

"It has nothing to do with you, you're...well, I don't know who you are. Which is my basic point. You don't know who I am either. And yet, what are you feeling towards me?"

"Love, the need to protect you, wanting to make you happy, to hold you in my arms. I want to make you smile, laugh, to love where you are. To know that you're loved and that everything is going to be okay. That you don't have to worry about anything. I feel that you should have everything. A good life, friendship, family, and love," he said quickly, not missing a single beat. I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek. Well, damn.

"Do you know my favorite color?" I asked. Not the best example, I admit. But it was enough to make him pause, his brows furrowing.

"No...what is it?"

"See? You feel all of that, yet you don't know squat about me. Don't you see? This imprint thing is...pointless. I'm like any girl you see off the street! Except, you just have forced feelings upon me. And it's spiceberry," Brady nodded, seeming to mull this over in his head.

"...uh...spiceberry, huh?" I groaned.

"That is so not the point. What I'm trying to get at is that I don't love you. Not like that...anyway," I swallowed at his pain stricken face, a low punch blowing right into my gut at the sight.

"We can be friends?" I started to shake my head in disagreement, but was stopped at his wide puppy dog eyes and pout.

"Come on, Fala...this imprint, even though it's pointless to you. It won't go away just like that. It's not going to do us any good with us ignoring each other, or not awknowledging the imprint at all. The imprint is there. Being friends will...help. You're not tied to me, and I'm not tied to you, I swear," he held his hands up, taking a large step backwards to make his point. My brain shouted at me, saying that this was a bad idea. That this was just a tricky little plot that'll lead to something bigger. Something that I was trying to prevent in the first place. Then again...there is that other part. The part that told me to trust him.

"Just friends?" I asked carefully, watching him smile brightly.

"Just friends," he agreed.