You know what's amazing? When you're stuck at home, feeling like crap, and have absolutely nothing to do :) The perfect opportunity for someone such as myself to update a story, don't you think? Plus its Saturday – so I'm in a good mood! Aaaaand, I was looking through my Polyvore and saw a banner I made for this story with some quotes; which got me excited ;) And when I got excited I decided to start this.

And, on another note I know a majority of you guys want me to update 'Half a Heart'; but I'm kind of stumped on that. I still have the process of imprinting to go through and the whole Bella/Lakota fight to go through. But if you guys to PM me some ideas…? That would be great :D

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Jelly-Bean-Jr.**

Now we're here,
And it turns to chaos
Hurricane coming all around us
Double crack turns us back
From the window,
You stay low

Fala's point of view-

I stared at him a little wide eyed, opening and closing my mouth before shaking my head quickly, swallowing hard. I wasn't sure if I was feeling this way because I was scared of him or rather the fact what my brain was thinking about doing to him in a non-pg13 way. Let me tell you – it had nothing to do with a calm talk. Rather a trip to the bed…

My face burned in embarrassment as the thought flashed across my mind, looking away from him and to the side where the stairs and back door mocked me. My only escapes blockaded by a man-beast child that I wanted to jump because of my stupid hormone crazed, fucked up head. But, hey, I lasted this long. I'm sure I could hold out for a simple talk about him telling me I was his gravity, the thing that held him down to earth, blind man seeing the sun for the first time, and blah blah blah. Whatever the pack or, more likely, my brother told him to say, I've probably already heard more than once. And I refuse to be that stupid imprint that falls for that crap. I knew Sam had Emily when he told her she was his everything – the girl was his then. And Kim just nearly attacked Jared with affection when he said she was his soulmate. And God forbid whatever the hell Jacob did to get Lakota. All I know is that I won't fall for it.

"Please, Fala," he murmurs, breathing heavily as if he just ran miles to get here, staring at me intently with a gaze that refused to waver, and his face indifferent, "I just want to get this off my chest so we can both work through this, okay?" He asks lowly. I bite my lip before reluctantly nodding, giving him a cautious look.

"Fine. But I don't see what you could possibly get off your chest - your already not wearing a shirt," I grumble. Also noting that it wasn't exactly helping with my not too innocent thoughts. He snorts at that, offering a slightly amused smile and offering his hand to me. His warm, muscular, strong hand that I'm sure could- I clear my throat, shaking my head and brushing past him, ignoring said hand and going out the front door with him hot on my heels. Crossing my arms I took a seat on the front porch step as far away from him as possible.

Brady frowned, watching me a little suspiciously before shaking his head and making a big point to scoot closer so our knees were touching, "you know, I'd appreciate if you'd stop acting like I have the plague," he mumbles, watching me. I shrug, snorting a little in response and looking away, making him sigh heavily and lean towards me a little so his mouth was right up to my ear.

"Besides. Whatever it is I have, you have it too," he pulls back, grinning, "don't pretend like you aren't attracted to me as much as I'm attracted to you. It's how this imprint thing works," he nods, looking away in the distance like so many corny romance movies I've seen, "but, you see, that's all there really is. I'm attracted to you, pulled towards you – and you are right. I know absolutely nothing about you."

A slow grin spread across my face, feeling absolutely triumphant that he finally got it. We were finally on the same page! He looks over at me, raising an eyebrow and chuckling a little bitterly as he shakes his head.

"And it only encourages me to get to know you now," he states matter-of-factly. I stare over at Brady in disbelief, shaking my head and trying to understand what he was saying. Was he serious? Did he just not get what I was trying to do? Or was he generally stupid? No way could he be implying that we start a relationship. Why on earth would he…?

"Look, Brady," I sigh, shaking my head, "I know this is hard, okay? I know it hurts you in some way or another but it's for the best. You don't deserve this," I whisper. Looking at him seriously. He frowned for a moment, rubbing the back of his head and giving me a curious look; almost skeptical. What I couldn't understand though was why he looked the way he did. I thought he understood I was giving him a chance for real love. For him. I was helping him. I mean, come on. I thought boys were supposed to be insensitive – why must imprint turn them into hopeless romantics? It's like they suddenly get some girly insight on love and they turn into drooling, slobbering…dogs. One's that respect, pamper, and wait on a bitch hand and foot.

Is it just me, or is that metaphor just totally queer?

"Okay…so…let me get this straight," he said slowly, holding up a finger and getting this sarcastic, smartass look on his face, "you know this is killing me on the inside out. How I can't please you enough like all the other guys do for their imprints. And now, you're just standing in front of me and saying that you flat out don't care?" he questions. I frown at that, trying not be hurt by his accusation. Though I do admit some it was true to an extent; it just wasn't necessarily what he was interpreting it to be. I did care – even just a little bit. The thing is, maybe I cared too much?

"No!" I glare, crossing my arms, "I do- … uh… wait," I blink, grimacing a bit as I watched an amused look spread across his face. Him moving just a bit closer. Obviously I've encouraged him to pop what little was left of my personal bubble.

"You do, what?" he asks lowly locking his gaze onto mine, growing serious, "you care, is that it?" he whispers, not giving me time to answer before talking again, "you care so much that you're willing to break the one good thing that has happened to me? You want to kill this imprint because you think it'll help me?" he grins a bit, shaking his head and clicking his tongue a bit, "oh no, baby. You're dead wrong," he nearly purrs, grinning widely. Perplexed, I shake my head frantically. What the hell just happened? Standing up abruptly and moving off the porch and away from him I give him a look, fully intending to bite off his ear if he tried to do anything else. Or… to keep a good distance in case I tried to do anything; if you get what I mean. Even when I was moving away I couldn't help but notice his predatory grin grow a bit wider – gleeful that I was making space between us as if it showed him some kind of sign. Something I'm sure could only mean trouble.

"Stop it!" I hiss, annoyed, "I don't want this! And- and…so what if I care just a little bit? Hmm? It doesn't mean I'm…I'm going to love you! Ha," I snort, shaking my head and looking away, "you're just a mutt," I say easily, looking back at him. Only succeeding in getting even more pissed off as he nodded his head in agreement; his grin firmly plastered on his face.

"Yes I am. But… let this be a warning, if you will," he nods again, smiling now and getting off the parch – moving towards me slowly. Taking another step back I shake my head, holding my hands out to stop him from going any closer.

"No," I sneer threateningly, "just go away," he pauses at that, giving me a little courage to continue. Straightening out my back I clear my throat and look at him.

"I don't want this. I don't want you, and there is nothing you can say that will change my mind. I will marry someone worthy of me and not some boy that falls head over heels for me just because of some Quileute legend. I prefer my men 100% mortal, not half dog. So stop." Feeling a sense of pride in myself I turn to walk away; knowing Brady would do what any other of my brother's imprinted pups would do.

But he didn't.

His hand goes out and grabs onto my elbow, pulling me forcefully back so my back was to his chest. His warm, minty breath moving down my neck and making my body erupt in goose bumps. Swallowing thickly I shiver, staring straight ahead and not daring to look at him.

"Oh, Fala," he tisks, his full, luscious lips brushing against my ear. The warmth of his chest pressing closer to me; drowning me in heat.

"I'm not going to chase after you anymore," he chuckles, the husky, low sound vibrating through my body like bass drums, "This little mutt will no longer be pining after you. Want to know why? Because you'll be chasing after me," I scoff at that. Why that little arrogant-

I squeak in shock as he spins me around, my face only inches from his. His dark eyes boring into mine clearly, almost making me break down and just attack him with my lips… tongue… hand… I bite the inside of my cheek, moving my head to look away. Not having that though he grabs my chin and brings my face back so I was staring back at him, his sneaky little arms wrapped around my waist and tugging me closer.

"Imprint works both ways, baby. In case you didn't know," he chuckles, nipping at my bottom lip teasingly, making me tense up and hold my breath. Holy fuck.

"You may not want me now; but you will," he pulls back, taking a generous step away, "just say when," flashing a grin he winks at me and turns off without another word. Practically skipping into the woods while humming some random tune under his goddamn breath. What I couldn't fathom now was how that little bastard managed to make me frustrated, horny, and absolutely smitten with him at the same time, and how, beyond any words, I could ever feel any of those things towards him.