Authors note: This is my first fan-fiction so please excuse my newness. I'm from New Zealand so the spelling will be English and not American and I might get the seasons mixed up for all the northern hemisphere people. I'll try to do my best since Twilight is set in the U.S.A. also...

Disclaimer. - Stephanie Meyer owns the Twilight saga and I own a pair of slippers, please don't get the two mixed up. I don't own Taylor Swift either who is mentioned in this chapter -She is she own person- .

Leah's Point of View.

(L's PoV):

The sound of running water and the smell of Lynx's shower gel wakes me up. I breathe in and it full's up my scenes. Augh!

"Seth!" I yell. "What did I tell you about that stench?"

"I've hardly got any on!" I hear. One thing about our house is that the walls are paper thin. So there's no privacy; ever.

"Whatever." I mumble, rolling out of my summer sheets. Thump. I'm on the floor. Great.

Bobbing my head to the music I pull up the sheets to my bed. Another morning another day. Humming, with a spring in my step I head towards the kitchen. A big breakfast for a big boy. I think to myself. Bowl, eggs, bacon, toast, toaster, pan, butter, salt, pepper, whisk, spatula, ready. Flipping on the radio I hum a Taylor Swift tune. I wonder how Jake's going. I stop dead. The events of yesterday play itself back to me. Crap. Did I really Imprint on the heir of Ephraim Black?

"Hey Lee-Lee." Seth calls. I snort. Seth's the only one who is allowed to call me by my old nickname. "Mmm smells good." I laugh.

"Everything smells good to you Kid."

"Well... yeah." He laughs along, letting that one pass. I place down the plate in front of him.

"Let me just have a shower and I'll drive you to school."

"Oh didn't I tell you?" Seth says. "Jake said that he can get me a lift since you work on the other side of town."

"You didn't need to do that." I tell Seth. The town takes 15 minutes to cross in peak hour traffic. "But that was nice of him though."

Seth nods. "He said since he's just up the hill."

"Well then." I say. "Since Jacob is picking you up I guess I can have a long shower."

"If there's any hot water left." He jokes.

I laugh and slowly walk down the hall.

Shit. I close the door. Looking around my room in a panic. Jake is coming here. I stop. Jesh Leah, pull yourself together.

"It's just Jake." I tell myself. "He's been here thousands of times before." Although this is the first time he's been here as the love of my life. Ok. One thing at a time. "Shower." I mutter. I grab my towel, Shampoo, Conditioner, face scrub, body gel, sponge and head for the bathroom. Just as I go to open the door it opens for me. With Jacob in the frame. Oh Hell.

"Did I sear you?" He smiles, bending down to grab the stuff I just dropped.

"No." I say offended. "Why would you say that?"

"Because you dropped your ... Oh-so-dreamy-creamy body butter." He laughs reading from the bottle.

"Give that back." I snatch it from him. Man he can be a pain sometimes; Imprint or no Imprint. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I'm dropping Seth off to school if you must know." He says.

"I knew that." I groan. "I mean what are you doing here?"

"I needed to go to the bathroom." Jake sighs, looking me up and down. "What are you wearing?"

"P.J's" I say. "Obviously."

He shakes his head. "I don't call Boy shorts P.J's. They're underwear."

I blushed. He hadn't stopped looking at my legs. "Dream on Buster."

He laughed. "You wish." Yeah I do. "Hay, Seth, do you know what your sister's wearing?"

"I don't wana know!" He yells. Pause. I roll my eyes. "Oh Hell. What?"

"Intimates." He says, with an evil grin on his face. Not looking away from his face I hear Seth running down the hall. I give Jake a meaningful look.

Seth snorts. "Those aren't Intimates." Jake. They're P.J's!"

I give Him an, I told you so look "Like I said." Smiling. "Dream on."

xXxXxXx

A while after

I'm so stupid! How could I treat Jake like that? STUPID! Augh! I slam the door and drive to work. He's probably laughing with Quill and Embry at school right now about how stupid I looked in my P.J's. I mean how, could I be so horrible to him? I'm supposed to be his Imprint for Peats sake! I look up and see Paul right in front of my car. I slam on the breaks. Ouch. That was close.

"What the hell are you doing? You could have killed me!" He shrieks.

"Goh Paul. Calm down." I say.

"Calm down! Calm Down?" He starts to shake.

I sigh. "Get in." He walks around the car and hops into the passenger seat.

"Augh, Yuck Paul." I complain "You're all wet."

"Yeah, well." He looks at me. "That's what happens when it rains Leah." I roll my eyes. "So… err… Ell?"

"Yeah?"

"How's it hanging?"

I snort. No one has asked me that since….well… never.

"Ok what's up?" I ask, turning to him.

Paul looks astonished. "What? Nothing!"

"Oh yeah?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." As if.

I turn to look into his eyes questioning his motives. No one wants to know what's going on in a bitches mind. Especially Paul. I lean back; debating whether to answer.

"Well" I say drawing it out. "I haven't had my period for six months."

As I look at him with the corner of my eye I see Paul wince.

"And I'm wondering if that's normal or not. Although I have no idea because I'm the first female werewolf recorded throughout history and time making me really scared."

I can feel the pity radiate out of Paul's eyes.

"And to top it all of I can't confined in anyone because the only ones who know about werewolves are you guys." This is getting too much. "But I can't ell you because you don't listen."

Paul opens his mouth but I cut him off.

"And when you do listen you end up making fun off me." I sigh; closing my eyes. We're here now.

"Wow." I hear Paul say. I smile at my dark humour that has stopped being just a game.

"So" I sigh. "Did you get what Sam wanted or do I need to answer another Not-so-precise-question?"

He looked down. "Sam didn't ask me to enquire." I breathe in; shocked. "In fact." He says. "He specifically asked me to leave you alone… But I didn't think that was fear."

I opened my eyes. It had stopped raining.

"Then why did you?" I asked.

Paul looked over to me. "Because you need to allow yourself to breathe again."

I didn't ask what he meant. We both knew I was holding my breath, hoping to wake up from this dream. From this nightmare. A tear went against my orders and slid down my cheek. Luckily I managed to contain the rest that was acing to burst out.

"What is it that you want to know?" I whisper.

"It's not what I want." He says. "It's what I need."

"Need than." I correct.

Paul looks out onto the car pack. I thumped my head against the head rest. Tired.

"I need to know why you're doing this to yourself."

I whimper; wishing that he had asked a different question. "I don't know." I whisper.

"You do know." He says. "You just can't accept it yet." I sigh and get out of the car. Paul follows suite.

"Maybe." He nods; I sigh. "So." I say, trying to cheer myself up. "Ready for another Gas fuelled day?"

Paul laughs along. "You bet I am."

We walk into the body shop in silence.

Good. I think. That makes one of us.