Online junk

(A few decades later)

Jesse's POV:

"Hey man, what are you doing sitting here, come inside, they're bringing out cake," Jonah said nudging my shoulder.

"I'm not hungry thanks," I replied coldly.

"Dude you're like ice." I turned around and gave him a " what on earth?!" stare.

" Not temperature wise, I mean that would be impossible with your temperature and all-" He stopped. Maybe he realised that I wasn't listening to a word he was saying.

" Come on Jesse, it's a party. You're suppose to have fun."

There was a long awkward pause until he huffed and went back inside only to swivel around and plonk down next to me on the porch steps.

" What's up. You're always so glum."

I just turned away.

" Hmm? Come on, turn that frown upside down!" He started chuckling. I shook my head.

" You can tell me anything, I won't tell. Honest," he winked at me really cheesy but it just got on my nerves.

" You wouldn't understand!" I shouted out him.

" Jeez way to burst my ear drums. Look I might not be able to sympathise or empathise or whatever but I'm still your mate."

I struggled for the words but in the end I just said it out straight,"I'm worried about imprinting."

"What about it?"

" Well...I haven't yet and I've seen all the girls in the whole of La Push!"

" Have you tried Forks?"

" There's no point. No one's imprinted on some one from Forks. Imprints are Quileute."

" Not all, you know, Jacob from the legends didn't and Quil didn't either, he imprinted on a Makkah girl and Sam too and-"

" You don't really believe in those legends about the Great Jacob and that gibberish do you?" I huffed, he obviously wasn't helping anything. There was another long pause and suddenly he burst out.

"Look, I gotta tell you something, it's a long story but it might help. Years ago, there was a great argument in the tribe. Half wanted to invade Makkah and the other disagreed. Half did and they created their own pack whilst the other half occupied La Push. So it's possible that your imprint is in Makkah."

I just looked at him like he was crazy.

" Well I got to congratulate you," I said, he looked smug at that " that was almost a good story you made up there, almost good enough to be a legend. We'll work on it a bit." I laughed as his smug face deteriorated.

" I'm not lying, that's what happened!" I laughed even harder.

" And I guess you're going to tell me now that they're also a wolf pack too?!"

" Yes!"

I burst out into a fit of hysterics as Jonah sat their watching me incredulously.

" I'm being serious, my granddad told me about it. He said, they were boys our age called Dylan, Vince, Lucas and-"

I was laughing so hard I thought my insides would burst. So maybe Jonah did help me feel better. I guess I could turn to him next time I was feeling down.

" Look man, I gotta go. See you," I slurred to him, trying to control my speech from my laughter.

I took off down the road to my house just as my mum was leaving.

" Hun, I've left dinner in the oven. You can fend for yourself for the night I expect. I'll be out at Judy's for a few hours. Call me if you need anything."

" Ok bye-" but she was already out the door, shimmering in a dark blue sequinned mini dress. I had a terrible feeling that my mum wasn't going out to see aunt Judy at all.

I sighed and slumped down on my bed, pulling out my laptop and clicking on the internet.

Whilst it was loading, I used my time to overlook the night's events. How everyone seemed to be dancing with their imprints when I was sitting in the corner reading a book on my own like a retard. Of course, girls asked me if I wanted to dance but I declined, knowing that there would be no point if they weren't The One. I know, I'm such an ass.

I thought about how Jonah told me that story and how serious his face was when I was laughing my head off. And then it dawned on me that he could possibly be telling the truth and in fact, now that I thought about it, there wasn't one once of anything funny in what he said at all and that there really could be another wolf pack in Makkah- and my possible imprint.

I instantly started dreaming about what she would be like...tall, curvy, dark hair... too general, what about personality...shy, polite, adventurous, outgoing, no that would be the weirdest contrast.

Suddenly there was a ping and the internet screen popped up. I tried looking up some legends but there was a lot of junk about hocus pocus kind of stuff; tarat cards and healing rocks.

After two hours of sifting through unhelpful online shopping nonsense, I decided that the internet was simply no use to me anymore. To think that from across the whole world, there wasn't a single useful thing on the web. I did, however, catch the name of a book store nearby which supposedly sold collected antique and second hand books. Time to go legend hunting, I think.