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**Jelly-Bean-Jr.

And my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when
And my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight

Fala's point of view-

"You okay, Fala?" Emily asked, smiling kindly as she passed me a plate of microwaved miniature pancakes. Not as good as Emily's home baked, but since the whole kitchen burning fiasco…you get it. No cooking, and I'm forced to eat crap all the while feeling like crap. As of right now, for as far as the pack and Emily know, I just lost my virginity. Or at least I got it on and got drunk as Collin said he'd be spreading around. Not that I really cared anyways. Collin can spread what he wants and I wouldn't give a flying fuck. The boy hates me? So be it. Send rumors like a self-esteemed underdeveloped teenage girl, I don't care! In fact, I'm so beyond caring that I hadn't even bothered to set anyone straight when they asked me questions about my 'Day out'. It's just a grunt and an eye roll.

So, in the eyes of everyone in La Push; that means yes.

"I hate everyone," I decided after a minute, prodding at the syrupy pancakes with my plastic fork in disinterest, not finding myself to be very hungry at all. If anything I'd probably just throw it all up anyways. I was just sick of it. All of it. Drama. The Pack. The Imprint. La Push. Everything. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and simply die. But, in other words, that would be allowing that imprint voodoo stuff to get to me. And I refuse to do that. So if I have to be miserable than so does everyone around me. Simple as that.

"No, you just don't like your position. But I'm sure it'll all come around eventually. You wait and see." I tried hard, I tried so very hard not to get mad at Emily. Because she was just trying to help – or at least that's what I just kept telling myself. Emily only wanted to help, to cheer me up. But all she's succeeded in so far was pissing me off more and more each day. With all of her bullshit in 'things will get better', 'you wait and see', and 'it'll work out'. Well, guess what? Nothing's working out, and I feel horrible.

"And how do you propose it'll get better?" I snapped, catching Emily off guard as she turned around, looking at me with wide eyes. Obviously she didn't expect that question – nor does she seem to know the answer.

"How does it end, Em? Tell me. I mean, it seems you know everything, huh? Well, tell me this. When? When does it get better? When does it end? Huh? Tell me! Because, hallelujah, baby I want to know! I want to know when I can stop hating everything and feeling like I'm on my period 24/7. I want it to stop, and guess what? You're upbeat cheery shit isn't doing anything but pissing me off more! If you know everything, tell me, Emily. When does it stop hurting? How will it stop? Just like you and Sam? Will I get a nice pair of scars too? And then, hell, it won't matter because I'll have Brady! I'll have my imprint while looking fucked up but does that matter? No, as long as I'm happy? Right, Emily? Right?" I stood up, glaring down Emily as she stared at me with a mixture of emotions.

Fear, pity, sadness, hurt, annoyance and concern. Not knowing what to do Emily opted to just stand there, staring at me with her mouth open. Silently traveling her eyes over my entire face as a small clock ticked away in the far corner of my head.

Just waiting until it struck 12 before I really did go coo-coo.

"I think you need to talk to Brady," she finally said, a sadness and a hint of regret hitting her gentle tone of voice. Not once looking at me as she turned away to the fridge, spending much too long rummaging through it. Taking the not so subtle hint I got out of there, trying, yet failing, to keep my angry tears at bay. In all honesty, I was annoyed with myself. Why was it so hard for me to except this? Sam and Emily seem so happy together, Kim and Jared, Lakota and Jacob, Quil and Claire; they're happy as can be. Not a single complaint.

But why was I complaining so damn much? Grumbling under my breath I barely glanced up when a whole bunch of the pack members came through the backdoor, all of them chattering amongst themselves excitedly. Well…until they spotted me standing in the middle of the living room jabbering on and on like a mad women.

"Oh, heeey, Fala," Seth said, soundly oddly deflated with my presence. Obviously he's starting to hate me too. Surprise, surprise.

"Seth," I nodded, frowning.

"You okay?" He started, only to be cut off by Collin as he came marching through the backdoor with Brady and…some other girl. A girl with her hands wrapped firmly around Brady's waist, and his around hers.

"Who cares if she's okay? Let's just get this over and done with – this house reeks of bitch," Collin said snidely. And, I, being the stupid imprint of Brady Fuller, half expected him to defend me. Instead; his lips met with the girl that clung onto him like lint.

Not seeming to bother himself with my presence, let alone existence. I resisted the urge to scoff and roll my eyes, whilst simultaneously making a gagging noise to cover up the unbearable pain in my chest. Because, by the way the whole pack watched me, I could only guess they wanted to watch me break down in tears and plead with Brady to take me back.

They're going to be waiting a long time for that.

"Keep it PG-13, kids," I said casually, throwing Brady and his…slut a fleeting look before shrugging and walking up the stairs. All the while trying not to trip or crumple down in absolute defeat. This was what I wanted; for Brady to move on and forget this imprint bullcrap. And that's what he did. I smiled, letting out a humorless chuckle; Brady moved on.

Rolling my eyes I subtly locked myself in my room, ignoring the commotion that broke downstairs the moment my lock clicked.

Brady's point of view- (LE HOLY GASP!)

Her name was…Andrea? Aileah? Amy? Beatrice? Melanie? …Nina? I didn't know, but Collin did. Seth did, Jacob did, Paul did, and so did the rest of the pack. They kept telling me her name, over and over again. What was it? Lily? Something simple like that. Julie? Winnie? Vicky? No…I bit the corner of my mouth, feeling her arms tighten around my torso. But it felt all wrong. Gross and vile, out of place.

It wasn't Fala.

Fala, Fala, Fala, Fala, Fala…that's all I can think about. It's all I can feel. It's all I can hear. She's there. And, strangely, I wasn't bothered by it like my pack brothers. Collin especially. I rejoiced in everything that I once knew. That I could have, I've let myself wallow away in dreams filled with Fala. The outcomes all the same; all of them ending with two words, 'I do'. And it's there in my dreams that I feel the love I desperately craved, the love I needed, wanted. I wanted so badly to have her here, having her arms wrapped around my waist and talking to me about everything pointless. Instead it was…

Maya? Sarah? Amanda?

Nope…still not right…

"It's not going to work," Collin grumbled, shuffling around the porch as we heard Fala make her way into the living room. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as I took her in. Hair in a bun, tank top, and sweatpants. She took my breath away, everything about her…beautiful.

"This reunion shit is making me ready to vomit out a whole fucking rainbow," Collin continued with his bitching, opening up the screen door as I tried so very hard to be patient and seem almost passive with Fala only standing a few feet away. It wasn't easy. Closing my eyes momentarily I tried to focus on the brunette next to me, trying so hard to remember her name.

Molly? Katrina? Stephenie? Betsy? Elise? Callie? …still not it. I moved my arm around her waist, still biting the corner of my mouth worriedly, not daring myself once to glance down at…Mackenzie? Damn it, no. My eyes were fixed on Fala as she talked quietly to something Seth said. Only to have Collin's crude words bite back at her. And, Oh God, I wanted to punch him so badly. I wanted to strangle him for being the biggest ass of them all. Kill him even for talking to my Fala that way; gut him alive! But I couldn't – because Fala wouldn't want that. Swallowing any bile I had I released my anger into kissing…

Jesus; her name must be around here somewhere. I just had to…Hannah? Nope. I didn't dare open my clenched eyes, too focused on kissing whoever this stranger was beside me, pressing my lips as hard as I could against hers, to try and wash away my anger, my resentment, my desperation, all emotions I was feeling.

The small brunette next to me pushed away, panting heavily, "fuck Brady, are you trying to swallow me?" she asks, glaring slightly. I close my eyes, looking where Fala disappeared, wishing that she was there again. Wishing she'd run towards me and kiss me, touch me, hold me. God, I sounded like a pansy but I didn't care. It hurt too much; why didn't she love me?

"Sorry…" I say slowly, looking at her face as I try to fix her with a name. Rachel…? Selena?

"Uh…Jenny?" Collin asks, turning to the brunette who was…ah, fuck, I knew it was something simple. Jenny. Yeah…okay.

"Yes?" she asks, her voice too high pitched for my liking. I guess, if it was an octave lower it'd be perfect like Fala's. But it wasn't, and it pissed me off. Why wasn't she like Fala? Why wasn't…

My body began to shake, my fists clenched. What the fuck did I do wrong? Why doesn't the imprint work? Why the fuck does Sam and Emily have it easy? What gives Sam the fucking right to complain about how he screwed up that one day when my imprint – his own fucking sister – won't even accept me? Won't talk to me? What's wrong with me?

"Brady, man, you have to-" Collin started, reaching out to pat my back. But that's when I snapped. This was all his fucking fault too!

"What the fuck is wrong with you! ?" I growl, pushing him back as he stumbles, going wide eyed, "She means everything to me! You keep making her go away! You fucking bastard-" Someone's hand went back onto my shoulder. I spun around, glaring down at the brunette again, her name…Jill? Jessica? My frustration rose, as I pull my hair slightly, backing away from her before I lunge for her throat. This was ridiculous, I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. I just needed…I needed…Fala. Her name made the frustration go, my body practically lurching towards the stairs as someone else grabs the back of my shirt, dragging me outside and into the woods, where I finally let myself explode into a wolf.

The one thing that was wrong with me. A monster.