So, What a Twisted Happy Ending – DONE! Finally :) But, there will be a sequel :P So you guys can look forward to that. Focused on Jacob and Lakota, just takes place in Eclipse and the New born battle -_- As for this story? Currently we're on chapter 7 – meaning we have…8 chapters to go. Then it's the end! :o We must hurry…I only have a week -maybe less- till school starts up once more ;_;

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**PipTheOrphan**

Later on if it turns to chaos,
hurricane coming all around us
See the crack, pull it back from the window
you stay low
Say when

Fala's point of view-

I let out a sigh, playing with the strap on my heels as I took them off my feet while staring at the ocean. Everything was so frustrating. And I'm not talking about the fact that rejecting Brady has made me an official outcast, even if it has. From my family, Emily, and the pack. Not that the pack have been much of company to me…but I did miss hanging out with…well, people. Being Sam Uley's younger sister wasn't exactly a deal breaker to many people in La Push. Besides the people who knew the actual truth I was the druggies leaders' little sister. In fact, because Sam became a wolf I had developed a reputation by just being…Sam's sister. It was infuriating. Anyone I'd try to hang out with – ever since I was 16 -when Sam officially turned into a wolf- it was like I had caught the plague. No one dared to talk to me, let alone let themselves be seen with me.

I was…miniature Sam. Unlikable, and avoidable. The Elders shined a respected light over me, even if it was slight, and the teachers of the school expected me to be smart and perfect. It wasn't like I was jealous from Sam. Far from it, actually. If anything, I wished I wasn't related to him. Then I wouldn't know of wolves', people would actually enjoy my company without assuming things, and…the pack wouldn't automatically think that I'd be all gaga over the imprint business. I guess that was us Uley's – imprinting at its worse. Sam imprinted on his ex-girlfriends, or, more appropriately, his ex-fiancée's cousin. And I, the stubborn little prude, refused to except it.

"Well if it isn't little miss sunshine," Seth appeared at my side, grinning widely as he took a comfortable spot next to me on the sand. But I saw straight through it. I knew he liked me just as much as the rest of the pack. Meaning; not very much. To them, I was like the snooty little brat that makes things more difficult. The one imprint that couldn't care less about anyone else as long as I was happy myself. To them, I was selfish, annoying, irritating, difficult, stubborn, and a total bitch. To Brady; I was just the girl…his soul mate to be exact, that shot him down.

"What are you doing, Seth?" I asked, resting my head against the tree behind me that I was currently propped up against. Seth only shrugged, the bright smile falling into a serious look. One of which I've never actually seen him wear up until now.

"You just seemed like you needed a friend. I know you know the pack isn't exactly fond of you but-"

"But what? Just as long as I give my entire life, soul, and heart to a guy I've only known less than a week than it's going to be okay? I don't even know if I like Brady. How do you guys expect me to love him? To want to be involved with him just by…looking at him?" Seth gave me a sympathetic smile, one of which I felt a rise of hope in. Surely he'd understand the mesh of this imprint?

"You get that, right?" I whispered pathetically, giving Seth a pleading look as he shook his head, sighing heavily. Thus squashing any hope.

"The pack; they're not sure what to think of you, you know. You're Sam's little sister – which kind of means we can't really hate you because Sam's alpha and all. As for Brady? You do know he doesn't have any choice but to love you," I snorted, giving Seth the evil eye. Was this supposed to make me feel better? All it's doing is reminding me of the exact reason why I don't like the imprint.

"And because he doesn't have a choice…well, that means he's stuck. And, for his sake and yours, just-"

"Hook up with him? Kiss him? Marry him? Be his girlfriend?" I asked angrily, feeling my blood boil. What was this! ? Friendship, that is all I wanted. Was that so hard to ask? I don't want Brady-

"No. No one is asking you for that," Seth said sternly, giving me a frustrated look.

"Then what exactly are you asking of me?"

"To accept him. Sam might get the whole imprint connection wrong, but I don't. I see things, I might not experience them like the rest of the pack, but I see them from a different angle. And from what Brady feels it's that you're holding back your friendship. You don't trust him fully, nor are you that committed. You aren't even making an effort to be a friend. Fala, we're not asking you to be the perfect imprint; just a decent person," my mouth popped open in disbelief. I was totally a decent person!

"What are you trying to say!" I yelled out, standing up angrily as Seth watched me with wide doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Nothing, it's just…you're not that good of a friend to Brady to begin with," he started to talk, I huffed, turning around on my heel and stalking down the beach in my ridiculously short black dress that was now currently seeming much tighter than when I put it on, "oh come on, Fala! Don't walk away. Don't you want to talk?" Seth jogged up to me, as I easily ignored him. Who was Seth to tell me I wasn't a good friend? I was an awesome friend. Well, I could be. It's not like I had that much time to prove it.

"Actually," I shot back, narrowing my eyes at Seth, "as hard as it may be to believe but no. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to Brady. I don't want to talk to Sam. And I sure as hell don't want to talk to anyone else. Why can't you guys leave me alone? Forget this imprint bullshit. Because, maybe, just maybe, I don't want to be nice to Brady. Have you ever considered he wasn't that great of a friend? That he was the one that messed this up? Why does everyone blame me, huh?" I hissed, poking Seth in the chest repeatedly as he walked backwards. Not that he really needed to, him being a 200 pound werewolf and all, but, I guess for my sake, he did. Though I do admit I did feel increasingly better.

It was hardly any fair that people did put the blame all on me for messing up Brady and I's relationship.

"Your arguments are starting to get really old," I turned around at Collin as he shook his head sadly, walking closer as Seth groaned. Mumbling profanities to himself.

"Collin; leave. You're only going to make this worse than it-"

"Shut up, Seth," Collin sighed, not putting much anger into what he was saying. But I can only guess it was because he felt the need to save all of his anger for the glare he sent my way. All mixed with disappointment, pity, loathing, and absolute…disgust.

"Seth is right, Fala. You're my…pack sister, in more ways than one. With you being Sam's little sister and Brady's imprint, I know it's my job to protect you. And, in some ways, you're like a little sister to me too. Which means that I honestly hope you don't hold this against me…because, the way you've been treating Brady and the pack has to stop." Okay. This was getting annoying. How many times did people have to say I was hurting Brady? I got that. But he was hurting me too. With his…handsomeness, his niceness, the safe and comfort he brings to me was something that was hurting me. It was like poison, acid slowly burning my insides.

"Collin, stop," Seth growled shaking slightly as he shook his head frantically at a very equally annoyed looking Collin. I've never really talked to Collin all that much, all that I know is that he was Brady's soul brother. And…as weird as that sounds it's basically saying that they were really close. So I could…somehow understand his need to confront me. But the sooner he realizes none of this was my fault and that I was the victim, the better. And this was my perfect chance to do so.

"Listen Collin, I get it, you and Brady are friends. But get this. I have a choice, and no matter how many people may disapprove from said choice it's my choice to make. Not yours. Not Seth's. Not Sam's. And it's sure as hell not fate's job to choose either. It's mine. And the sooner you guys realize that I'm doing this for Brady's feel will and choice as well as mine; the better. I'm not aiming to hurt him, but, as they say, sometimes the right choice is the hardest," Collin and Seth exchanged a quick look before Collin shook his head, Seth giving him a solemn look in return.

"Collin…she does have a point."

"No, no she doesn't. What's the harm if she does accept the imprint?"

"What's the harm if I don't accept it?" I hissed back smartly, making Collin growl in my face. His body shaking with angry quakes.

"Listen you spoiled, little brat. Look around for once and get your head out of your ass because you want to know the harm? Brady's not eating. He's not sleeping. This imprint isn't some fun little game you can screw around with. It's serious. Either you make it better or…or…" Collin wavered slightly at the end, but that doesn't mean the frustration and annoyance in his voice lessened.

"She's just like that Bella Swan chic," Collin finally growled out, making Seth run a hand down his face. I looked over at him, confused as to what that meant. But by the disgruntled look on Seth's face, and the satisfied look on Collin's it was obviously not a good thing.

"God, I hope not," he mumbled quietly to himself.