Sorry it took so long to post this chapter, but I've written the next two already so I should update within the next few days. I know this chapter's shorter than my other ones...but it was origionally 10 pages so I had to divide it into two seperate chapters!!

Hope ya like Chapter 4!!

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Chapter 4

Complications

Kaylee's POV

I glanced anxiously at the clock for the sixth time in the past three minutes. Jacob would be here to pick me up in fifteen minutes and I was still in my pajama pants and tank top.

Jacob had returned to the diner at least every other day since the night at the park. Every time he visited, we would find something new and different to do. Though Port Angeles was limited when it came to amusement, whatever we did Jacob always managed to make it fun and exciting.

Today was different, though. Today, Jacob was taking me to La Push to meet his close-nit group of friends. He'd also mentioned last night when we were window-shopping downtown that he had something important to tell me today.

I couldn't help but be a little bit nervous about what the big secret was. Jacob never kept anything from me, we told each other everything, and so I had no idea what this was about.

The usual, intimidating thoughts ran through my mind at the idea of meeting his friends. What if they didn't like me, what if I embarrassed myself…the list could go on forever but I managed to push these thoughts out of my head as I opened my closet doors.

I stared intently at my collection of clothes, searching for something perfect to wear. I was extremely happy today was my day off. I actually had time to pick out a decent outfit and I wouldn't look disheveled from being harassed by customers.

Finally, after ten minutes, I picked out a pair of dark wash jeans, a turquoise mini-dress, and my worn, black Converse low-tops.

I studied my reflection in the bathroom mirror, making sure my midnight-black, wavy hair cascaded perfectly down my back.

The doorbell rang just as I grabbed my cell phone off my bed and stuffed into my pocket.

"Coming!" I yelled as I swept down the stairs, my heart beating ever more erratically with every step. The hand that slid lightly down the banister was shaking unsteadily. I knew why my body was reacting this way; Jacob had that effect on me.

Ever since a month ago at the park, when our lips had almost touched, I had been wishing that it would happen again. Only I knew the next time I wouldn't turn away.

I grabbed the door handle eagerly and flung it open, desperate to see his face. It had been only yesterday, but already that felt like to long. I looked up into his smiling face and my already racing heart leapt into overdrive. I grinned back and reached for his abnormally warm hand—warmth that I now craved.

"Ready?" he asked as I stepped outside into the summer sun.

"Always." I said closing the door behind me.

Jacob's POV

Kaylee's windswept hair was blown wildly around her face, making it even harder for me to stay in control. It took all of my will power not to sweep her up into my arms and kiss her breathless; I had been itching to do so ever since a month ago when I'd tried unsuccessfully to kiss her.

I respected that she didn't like to rush into things and I'd decided to wait until the time was right. I settled for holding her tiny hand as we walked towards the Rabbit, but I knew today I would kiss her. I also planned to tell her my secret, how I wasn't completely human, and hoped that she would believe and accept me.

I let go of her hand reluctantly as she dropped delicately into the passenger seat of my car. I would never get used to the beautiful sight of her in my old, beat-up car. She looked so out of place there, but she had told me she loved my car and its vintage qualities.

We talked nonstop almost the whole drive to La Push. I loved these simple moments just between us. Kaylee was so easy to talk to and, though we were together almost every day, I always managed to discover something new about her.

Rain thundered down on the roof of my car as we passed through dreary Forks. It surprised me how my heart did not react to the memories the little town held the way it used to.

It was as though that was a different part of me and, even when we passed her house, the pain never returned. It all just seemed like a bad dream now.

The sun finally broke through the impenetrable clouds when we finally arrived at Emily's house. I'd decided it'd be best to bring Kaylee to Emily's since it was bigger than my house and my dad wouldn't be lurking around.

"This is Emily's place; she's Sam's fiancée." I said climbing out of the car and meeting her on the opposite side. "Everyone should already be here."

We walked slowly toward the front door, which was surrounded by carefully planted flowers of various colors. We were momentarily silent—something that didn't happen often—and I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, wondering what was going through her mind.

"Nervous?" I asked, taking her small hand in mine.

"A little." she said as I opened the front door.

"Don't be." I whispered, my lips grazing her ear. She exhaled and tightened the grasp on my hand as we entered the living room of the quaint little house.

Everyone was assembled, even Leah, though she didn't look happy. She sat slouched down on the worn couch, arms crossed and a pouty expression on her once beautiful face. I understood why she despised imprinting—I almost didn't blame her—but I assumed maybe she would be happy for me.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, "Hey, as you probably already guessed, this is Kaylee." I said, silently pleading someone to say something. I scanned the room, taking in the numerous pack members that surrounded me.

Sam sat on the fluffy armchair, Emily perched lightly on the side. Quil, Embry, and Leah were all squished on the loveseat while Jared and Paul took up the opposite couch and Seth was sprawled out on the ivory carpet.

My wandering eyes glanced back at Paul, his expression catching my attention. At first I thought he was looking at me, but then I realized he was staring at Kaylee. His face appeared shocked at first, his dark eyes wide, but slowly it turned to something I've never seen on Paul's face—pure love and adoration.

And he was looking at Kaylee. I could not understand why he would be looking at Kaylee, my newly discovered reason of existence, this way. I searched my mind, trying to understand why his expression seemed so oddly familiar.

Then it hit me. It was like looking in a mirror. His face looked exactly as mine did when I first met Kaylee.

When I'd imprinted.

Oooo, cliff hanger!!

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