Tadadada, the third chapter already! This one here isn't as long as the others and I apologize for that, but I still think it's more than enough... When it comes to the content.

Dedicated tooooo Cindy! She's my best internet-friend (which sounds so fucking retarted and like I have no life, but whatever) and I love that girl to death. She's amazing and (most of the time) so goddamn nice and patient with me.

Enjoy!

I could practically hear destiny or shit like that laugh the evil laugh at me from the spot on my bed. You know, the mwahahaha-thing. Because, just when I thought things finally started working out, everything got weirder than weird.
Paul stayed for dinner, which was totally fine by me and it was nice. I mean, really nice. We talked, had fun and I apologized for being a bitch and not moving in earlier. Without the damn cupcakes because Brady had stuffed his face with them before anyone else had been able to catch a glimpse of them. I wasn't mad at him, though, because he'd looked like a little girl that just lost her little puppy when I had started to glare at him. It had me soft like a fucking marshmallow.
Anyways, my point was that the evening was fucking nice until all those weird moments began.
First Mom completely humiliated me by saying, "So, you and my daughter, huh?", to Paul who just grinned happily and nodded like crazy while I blushed like an idiot and chocked on my drink. She acted as if I wasn't even fucking there, right next to Paul and that bugged the hell out of me because I knew just how comfortable I would be if I was in his place. Yeah, that was sarcasm. I felt like strangling my own damn mother, really.
The next weird moment was Brady telling Paul a bear was seen near town this afternoon with a pointed look that so made me feel like I was out of the loop. And from the knowing looks on the other's faces I knew I was out of that fucking loop I wanted to be in so badly because I just hated not knowing what others were talking about. What made the whole thing even weirder was my Mom leaping up and running through the house like a mad woman to lock all the doors and windows and Paul pulling me closer to his side until I was almost on his lap. Even Michael, who I'd gotten to know as the calmness itself, shot a few worried glances towards the front door as if he was expecting the fucking bear to march in through the locked door. Yeah, right. The weirdness reached it's peak as I said, "Err, guys, you do realize that no bear would be able to open a door, right?" and Mom fucking snapped at me that I had no damn clue what I was talking about. What. The. Fuck?
I grew really frustrated then and demanded to know what the heck was going on. As if on cue, they all started to babble excuses. Completely random and different excuses that had absolutely nothing to do with the actual topic. I think Brady said something along the line of, "the plants need water."
Deciding it was goddamn hilarious and because the frustration was starting to drive me crazy already, I burst out laughing like a maniac and didn't calm down for almost ten minutes. By then I wheezed so badly that I almost fainted which scared the crap out of everyone, especially Paul because he got all frantic and creepy-boy-like again. Only Mom was calm enough to actually think about giving me one of the fucking inhalers that were already scattered fucking everywhere. So in a matter of a minute the wheezing was gone, I was calm and then suddenly furious. Because I simply was a bitch today. Or maybe because everyone still kept shooting worried glances at the fucking door, which annoyed me to no fucking end.
After I demanded to know what was going on again without getting an answer again I stormed off into my room, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it so no one was able to get in. I didn't feel like weird looks and comments anymore.
Throwing myself onto my bed, I screamed into the pillow in frustration, so mad at everything. Nothing had worked out today, absolutely nothing! The painful throb of my nose and wrist made my mood only worse than it already was and I briefly contemplated sneaking into the bathroom to get some painkillers, but frankly, I didn't even know where the fucking bathroom was. Knowing my luck I would probably end up bursting into Mom and Michael's bedroom while they did God knows what. I now cursed myself for declining to take home some painkillers from the hospital earlier today. Uncomfortably shifting in bed, I noticed something squished between my body and the mattress and fished it out of my pocket. It was the pack of cigarettes. I was so fucked up, breaking my promise like this, but I couldn't help it. I fucking needed those cigarettes today. Well, at least one thing seemed to work out today... The window faced the woods, so no intruders or watchers from there to worry about while smoking out of it. Just as I was about to light the cigarette someone knocked on my door. I panicked, fearing whoever it was would open the door and see me with a fucking cigarette in the hand, and quickly threw it out of the window, hastily slipping of the window sill and onto the bed. Then I remembered that I'd locked the door and groaned at my own stupidity.
"May," my Mom called in a somewhat timid voice, knocking against the door once again. "Michael and I are going out and Brandy's gone, too." She paused then, probably expecting an answer, but when she got none, she continued talking. "I'm sorry for how things went, but it's for the best, believe me, honey."
I snorted at that. Yeah, right.
There was a sigh on the other side of the door, followed by a quiet "Sorry." and the slamming of a door a long moment later, so I assumed Mom and Michael had just left.
So they were gone, Brady was gone, too.... But where was Paul?
My silent question got answered as someone slid a note into my room. He was still here. Had been, Jade corrected me at the sound of the front door closing again.
First I refused to read the note, feeling it was betrayal against my decision to ignore all of them for the rest of the day, but eventually curiosity got the best off me and forced me to open the note and read it.

I'm sorry, babe. Please call me when you're not mad anymore. I'm sorry.
Love, Paul.

Aw, that was so sweet! A ridiculously large smile spread over my face at the nickname and 'Love'. Beneath it stood his phone number. I wanted to talk to him so badly, to tell him I wasn't mad anymore and that I was sorry for acting like a bitch, but I needed answers first. And I was perfectly sure I wouldn't get them from Paul. Not yet anyways. But I knew where I would get them... It was so simple, really, but extremely asshole-ish, too. My Mom wrote absolutely everything down because she tended to forget things and wanted to keep the loss of memories as little as possible. There was no doubt that she was in the secret, too, along with, well, everyone I'd met today, it seemed.
Everything would be explained in the little red book she kept "hidden" in her nightstand, next to the expensive chocolate she bought herself weekly I wasn't supposed to know about. Little did she know I'd found out about it when I was ten. But it had lasted like crap, so I'd never eaten it ever again after the first bite. I would get most of my questions, if not all of them, answered by simply sneaking into her room and reading her diary. But there were other secrets, too, and I wasn't so sure if I wanted to know about them.
"Oh, fuck it," I grumbled to myself and scrambled out of bed and out of the door, feeling like fucking 007 as I formed a gun with my hand and pressed my back against the wall as if fearing someone would shoot me from behind. Shooting glances to the left and the right, I entered the room next to mine, hoping it would be theirs. EEEP! Fail! It was Brady's. Maybe it was the local waste dump, I couldn't really tell the difference.
Deciding I'd done enough acting I marched through the hallway and opened every door, never finding their room, until the only one left was the one opposed to mine. I cheered quietly as I took in the huge double bed that marked the room to be Mom and Michael's. Yippieh!
Seconds later I held the holy book in my hands and impatiently began reading. Eek, no, I didn't want to know about that. Ewww, no! Gah, this was disgusting! Seriously! When I was about to throw up I started to flick through it only searching for words that seemed unusual to me. Because I was positive that whatever was going on here was strange.
Finally a page that actually wasn't about sex (I was so fucking relieved) caught my attention. She'd written it during her two week stay in La Push last summer.

Dear Diary,
I'm not sure how to say this because it's stranger than anything you could ever imagine. I couldn't believe it at first, what Michael told me, but when he showed me there was no doubt anymore. He told me all those stories ages ago. I'm wondering how I could've missed them before, all the signs. They are there, right in front of my eyes, they were all the time. They're like pieces of a puzzle and I just couldn't put them together. The heat, height, strength.... All the signs and I was too stupid. But now I can see it clearly. The boys, all of them, and Leah Clearwater are werewolves. Real werewolves, like the ones you read about in fantasy books. But they're not dangerous. No, they're far from being that. They're the protectors of La Push.

The words swam in front of my eyes, blurring together until they were no more than a black spot that danced across the page, taunting me. Werewolves...Boys...All of them.. Not dangerous... Protectors of La Push. The words raced through my mind, the most significant ones being 'All of them' and 'the heat, height and strength... Paul showed all those signs and I was sure he was included in the 'All of them', too, just like Brady, Jacob and Quil.... Who was this Leah Clearwater? Why? How? Why? The thoughts swirled through my head, making me feel dizzy. I almost didn't make it to the trash can in time to throw up into it.
I wanted to scream, cry and laugh at the same time just because I was so confused. I knew my mother wasn't lying, she would never lie to her diary, so it had to be true. But could it? I mean, really, werewolves?
There's a way to find out if it's true, Jade whispered in my head. Go to Paul and ask.

Of course I listened to her. Ten minutes later I stood in front of Paul's door, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt nervously while running a hand through my short pink hair, and pressed the bell.
I was panting hysterically when he opened the door, eyes widening at the sight of me.
"Maylee?", he asked frantically and pulled me into his house, leading me into the living room where I lifelessly plopped down on the couch. "What's wrong?"
I barely noticed as his eyes roamed my body, probably checking if I was hurt.
Then he pressed his palm to my forehead to check my temperature, which broke me out of my stupor. I suddenly wasn't nervous anymore.
"It's not like you'll notice if my skin is hotter than it's supposed to be, wolfie boy," I snorted at him, crossing my arms in front of my chest, while looking at everything but him.
I felt him freeze beside me, so I knew that he knew that I knew. What a confusing sentence.
"How did you find out?", he asked eventually, his voice barely more than a whisper.
I shrugged, "Read my Mom's diary." Then I turned to look at him, gasping at the sight of his face. He looked... Defeated. I knew why by instinct. "Paul, it doesn't matter to me."
He looked skeptical, to say the least and it hurt me more than I'd expected. I didn't like the fact that he thought I would dump him because of something like that.
"You know, I've never dated a werewolf before," I mused aloud, tapping my finger against my chin. "It's quite cool, actually."
The crinkle of doubt on his forehead slowly smoothed until it was completely gone and a smile slowly took over his face. "You're really okay with it?"
I grinned at him, literally bouncing with excitement and said, "Okay with it? I fucking love it!"
And it was true, having a strong (and sexy *cough*) werewolf as a boyfriend was so fucking cool. I wished I could brag about it, but I knew I couldn't. I had to keep it a secret. But still, I had a werewolf as a boyfriend! How cool is that?
Paul grinned like a mad man as he smashed his lips onto mine in sheer joy.
When we pulled away the both of us were panting heavily, but the happiness was still there.
Suddenly Paul's forehead scrunched together. "There's more to the story, actually," he said, looking at my tiny hands he held in his huge ones while playing with my fingers.
I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, encouraging him to tell me because I was goddamn curious. When he didn't say anything I rolled my eyes, "Spill the beans already."
His mouth opened and closed a few times as he struggled for words. "I imprinted on you," he finally blurted so fast that I barely understood him.
"Imprinted? Like a duck on his Mommy?" Hey, even I pay attention in Biology! Sometimes.
Paul shook his head. "No, it's like... Finding your true love."
I swear to God that my heart fucking stopped beating then because what he'd said was soooo fucking awesome that I could barely believe it.
"Really?", I breathed, astonished, and gently grabbed his chin, lifting his head so I could look at his eyes. They shone with sincerity as Paul nodded his head, forehead still scrunched up. I lifted my hand and brushed my thump over the crease, smoothing it out, and leaned forward to place a firm kiss on his soft lips to show him how much I liked the idea of imprinting.
I pulled away suddenly, my forehead creasing this time and asked, "This means I get to keep your forever, right?"
Paul burst out laughing at that. "Yep," he chortled, kissing me again.

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