Update! It is here:) Please, keep your applauds and photography until the end:P It has been a very slow day, meaning I'm trapped in the house with nothing to do, and the computer...it was giving me that look. The one that told me to come closer...to just sit on the chair and to type. Who am I to refuse such a look? You know if you were me you would've given in too, don't lie. Is it just me or is it raining an awful lot this summer? Or at least it has been for a few days now - mostly at night, but it is still raining.

Anyhoo, sorry for that little ramble. I'll get to the story now:) Thanks! Review?

**PipTheOrphan**

Turn around and you're walkin toward me,
I'm breaking down
and you're breathing slowly
Say the word and I will be your man,
your man, say when

Fala's point of view-

"So...you and Brady, huh?" I turned to look over at Lakota, Jacob's imprint, with an annoyed expression as she wriggled her eye brow suggestively. Is it me or does this girl not know how to mind her own business? Obviously not considering she's been poking me in the shoulder as asking the same question over and over again. Just makes me want to clock her over the damn head.

"No, we're just friends," I seethed, glaring through narrowed eyes. Lakota nodded, pursing her lips and giving me some strange mixture of an expression back. I wasn't exactly sure if it was a glare, or some kind of creepy smile of knowingness, either way, I didn't like it.

"Or are you?" She challenged, grinning widely and leaning back against her beach towel. I huffed, turning over to Seth's not-so-imprint, Charlotte. One who still remained oblivious to the whole wolf thing. You see, being Brady's imprint Sam found it a complete must that I attend their wolfy outing. And since Charlotte isn't an imprint and is dating Seth, I find her automatically 'okay' in my book. Even if she was a bit strange. I've already caught her talking to herself on more than just one occasion, and on those occasions I found myself wanting to cry considering that I was now apart of this freaky group of friends or...pack mates or whatever. Call me mean, or whatever nasty insult you have whirling in your pretty little heads, but I didn't like being an imprint. I was being forced to hang out with everyone. I didn't have a choice, Sam said I couldn't hang out with my old friends. Well...I could, but I couldn't be that close to them. It irritated me. I already had to drop 18 calls from my friends and tell them I was busy. Sure, maybe I was, but I didn't want to be. And this is only after one day. Tomorrow will probably be worse, next week will be unbearable. And on week 2 I'll probably end up stabbing someone.

"Is this your first time...here?" I asked, emphasizing the word 'here' so she knew what I meant. Charlotte looked over, smiling kindly. And I immediately was thankful that she wasn't sucked into imprinting - it would've hurt to see someone like her be pinned down to one place, and to only one person.

"No. Seth always wants to invite me everywhere, talking about how I should get to know his friends more or something like that," she shrugged, her cheeks sucking in as her eyes moved to the left quickly as if there was someone there, before they shifted back to me.

It was a little creepy.

"What do you guys do anyway? Just...sit? Eat?" Lakota's loud voice sounded from behind me, her skinny arm draping over my shoulder as she hugged me into her side. I grimaced. She was a little boney. Do they not feed her or something?

"Nah, we do all kinds of fun things. You know, kick down kids sand castles, eat their mothers, then we suffocate all of the fish in the sea by holding them underwater." I know she was kidding, obviously trying to get a laugh out of me, but I still found her sense of humor a bit disturbing. Or maybe it was just her in general. I couldn't quite place it.

"I- I think I'm going to go home. A little sick to the stomach," I said quickly, standing up and knocking Lakota over in the process. She blinked, looking at me curiously before shrugging and laying back down in the position she was when I knocked her over. Charlotte just gave me an uncertain nod, returning her gaze back to the ocean.

"Heeeey, Fala, where are you going?" Brady asked, jogging up to me when I got far enough away from Jacob's imprint and Seth's girlfriend.

"Home," I muttered darkly, crossing my arms. Brady grabbed my hand, stopping me from going any further. Sighing loudly I could only turn around, giving him my most irritated look. Why couldn't I just be left alone in peace? Just because I'm his imprint doesn't mean he has to know about my whereabouts every freaking second of the day.

"Your not having fun?"

"No, not really," I admitted, glancing over at Lakota and Charlotte again. Who both seemed to be having a very interesting conversation as they both waved their arms around in several various hand gestures. I frowned, pursing my lips.

"Are they leaving you out?" He growled, glaring angrily at the two. I scoffed, stomping away from him.

"Come on, Fala, tell me whats wrong. Please?" He begged, grabbing my arm again, but this time pulling me fully into his chest. Almost instantly I went rigid. He did understand the whole 'just friends' thing, right? What if this wasn't just friendly though? But, friends hug. All the time. I bit my lip, reluctantly relaxing into his arms, trying to push away the tension. We were only friends.

He promised.

"It's just a lot to take in, okay? I don't think I want- I don't think I'm ready to be surrounded by all of this. Lakota...Jacob's imprint, she's talking about how I'll give in. Charlotte's just a reminder of what I could be if you didn't imprint. And, I'm not use to anything yet," Brady sighed, his chin resting on the top of my head, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist as he rubbed soothing circles on my lower back. I'm not going to lie, it did feel...nice. But if I didn't stop him now he'd probably get carried away. I pulled away from him, somewhat reluctantly, looking down as he slowly let me go.

"I just want to go home," I finally said, meeting his gaze head on. Brady frowned, biting the corner of his bottom lip. Gawd his lips are gorgeous...I shook my head, clearing the thought away quickly. Those aren't friendly thoughts, definitely not.

"Do you want me to walk with you?"

"No!" I said, maybe a little too loudly. The rest of the pack glanced over, Seth looking concerned, and the rest of them a bit annoyed. I'm starting to think no one really likes me here. I tried not to be offended by that. It's good that they don't like me, right? That way they won't want me around. So I'll probably be around less. Brilliant. I brought my hand up to my earing, playing around with it nervously.

"I just- you looked like you were having fun. I don't want to ruin it," I said sternly, not making room for any arguments. Brady sensed this and slowly nodded, still looking a bit reluctant.

"If you say so..." he trailed off, eyeing me carefully, worry quite evident.

"I say so," he nodded, sending me a smile before walking backwards, his eyes watching me as I turned around. Who knows? He probably watched me the whole way home too. When I got home I pulled out my phone, turning it off so no one would bother me. I needed a nap, something to relax me. Something to make me forget about this whole thing. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with Brady. He's a really sweet kid...I just don't...you get it. I've explained it enough, but seriously? It's too much. Maybe I was just overwhelmed. Maybe none of this has something to do with the whole 'tied together, forever' thing, maybe it just happened so fast? I shook my head, knowing very well that wasn't it at all. The fact that all of this was being pushed on me just added to the stress, it didn't make it. Sighing I walked into my room, screaming when I saw Brady standing there.

And when I say screaming, I mean that I flat out broke into a bloody murder scream. Brady looked shocked, his hand clasping over my mouth in utter panic.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said quietly, waiting for the scream to die down. What can I say? You wouldn't be very pleasantly surprised either to find the guy you just talked to on the beach end up in your bedroom. I seriously thought my heart stopped beating for a minute. I wasn't very good with surprises.

"You okay?" he asked after a moment of silence, watching me worriedly as he removed his hand from my mouth.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, narrowing my eyes.

"I wanted to make sure you got home safely," he said, pouting. I pursed my lips, keeping the glare on my face. This was getting old. Did the guys seriously do this with their imprints everyday? Stalk them, pop out of freaking no where?

"Well, I did, now get out," I growled angrily, pointing to the door for him to make his exit. Brady gaped at me, shocked at my tone of voice.

"Are you mad?" he whispered, sitting down - uninvited - on the corner of my bed.

"I'm tired, and I want to be alone," I insisted, still pointing at the door, "now leave," Brady looked about to protest but the second Sam arrived in my doorway he left without another word. Sam glared at me, crossing his arms as he muttered something to Brady, before ordering him to go do his shifts for patrol. But he didn't move, all he did was narrow his eyes at me and stand in the doorway.

"What?" I asked, extremely annoyed now. Could I not be alone? Not even for some few precious moments? I wanted to be alone, damnit! I didn't want some wolf breathing down my neck, or Brady to be popping out of nowhere and asking if I was okay every second. I'm fine, I'm breathing, and I want to be alone. Was that too much to ask? It never was before. Everyone actually seemed to prefer that I was far away from them, but now? I was being suffocated.

"You shouldn't do that to him, Fala, he's only trying to help," I groaned. Knowing fairly well he wasn't going to leave it at that. I was going to get a lecture. And next thing I know I'm going to be shoved in a wedding dress and dragged down the aisle.

You just wait and see.