A/N: I know, I know. I'm the worst author/fanfiction writer for the delays. School got a bit hectic then my boss decided to work the dickens out of me. But, I got a bit of off time this week so I am going to try to update at least one more time before Sunday. So, for the part you've been waiting for. Chapter Eight!

Question/Poll: Where should Katie be living at the start of the Twilight events?

A. With Charlie

B. Her own place

C. With Sam

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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If I did, Jacob would be living with me. Just saying.

Those words took the breath out of me. What did this mean? Sam was being forced to love me? As much as I liked the idea of Sam being devoted to me, he being forced to be was not a good idea. I had learned from past experiences that you really could not force someone to do something if they do not want to do it. It was like back when I had school pictures in third grade, mom had really wanted to see a more girly picture. So, dad had asked Sue to come over and fix my hair and get me in a dress. By the time I had gotten to school, I had gotten in a fight with another little boy on the bus. So, in the school picture, I had a nice little bruise on my cheek while the boy sported a black eye.

"Katie…." His voice pleaded with me. When I looked up at him, his face appeared to be in pain, which made me want to go over to him and make him smile again. But, I forced myself to remain in my statue like state. "Please, say something."

"You're forced by some supernatural thing to be with me? That doesn't sound fair. Not to me. Certainly not to you." I explained, hoping he would erase that painful look. Unfortunately, it stayed in place.

"Maybe I explained it the wrong way…" He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "The imprinting helps us realize what was already there. Helps eliminate the time and trouble… sometimes." He laughed but it wasn't his usual happy laugh.

"Where do we go from here?" Slowly, I leaned myself back and sat the ice pack down on the table.

"That's really up to you."

Could I really be with Sam without feeling that I betrayed Leah? Even as I sat in his kitchen now, a slight feeling of betrayal came across me, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. It was like his presence drew me in. As we continued to sit in silence in his kitchen, everything started to fall into place. He imprinted on me, despite that he was dating my best friend. He didn't want to hurt her. But, as I had learned in life, you cannot always be happy without hurting someone.

"Let's look at that bruise." He changed the topic, making me almost thankful. I wanted to continue the previous conversation, but I had no idea how. He moved his chair to be right next to mine, which didn't help my thought process. His fingers gently moved the cloth of my shirt away from where had Paul had bumped into me. Thankfully, none of the scars had reopened, they just looked irritated. "How can you trust me to be around you, especially after I done this to you?" His voice was barely over a whisper as he ran his fingers slowly down the scars, making me shiver.

"You're not a monster." The words came out before I realized it. But, I wouldn't have taken it back. He looked at me in awe. "You didn't mean to do this, Sam." I forcefully said. Before I knew it, I was leaning in to him. I didn't know why I was surprised when he leaned it. I know that we had shared that brief kiss before, but this time, there would be no interruptions. It was just Sam and Katie.

The moment his lips met mine, I felt complete inside. I know as cliché and cheesy it sounded but there was really no other way to explain it. It absolutely amazed me the way that our lips moved in sync, as if we had been kissing for years. If this was what our kisses were like now, I could only imagine what they would be like in years to come. I knew it should have bothered me that he had probably learned how to kiss with Leah but all I could concentrate on how he was making me feel and what I wanted to do with those feelings.

Seconds, perhaps minutes later, we had to pull away for air. He didn't move his face too far away from mine and continued to play with the ends of my hair.

"We can't be just friends." I whispered, trying to calm my breathing.

"Completely agree." He replied, his voice a few tones lower than usual. Taking advantage of our time alone, I placed my lips back on his and got lost in the feeling.

Sam's POV

Once me and Katie had properly kissed, she couldn't seem to get enough. But, if I had to be honest, I couldn't either. She had become my drug and the more I was around her, the more addicted I got. I thought about her all the time, dreamed about her, and wondered if she was thinking about it. It was obsessive but I found that I didn't mind. She was worth it.

After a make out session, Katie ended up taking a nap on the couch. It was the first time that I got to see her sleep peacefully. The last time I had seen her sleep was in the hospital and she was hooked up to a machine, monitoring her. This time, she was free from any IVs and tubes. She had curled herself up into a little ball. It didn't look comfortable but she did so I didn't bother waking her up.

"Sam, we didn't see anything." Jared walked into the house, not bothering to even be the least quiet. He stopped when he saw my glare. He looked confused for a few seconds before he saw the object of my affections lying on the couch. He should know better. He has Kim.

"Are you two…."

"Jared, you lost the bet. You owe me!" Paul came in, even more loudly than Jared did. Yet, when he saw Katie on the couch, he didn't bother being quiet like Jared had.

"Paul." I gave him one warning look, hoping for his sake that he understood that I was already pissed at him for hurting Katie earlier. "I want you two to scatter now." I spoke in my Alpha voice. "Paul, next time you see Katie, you owe her an apology for hurting her." I nearly growled. Thankfully, he chose not to argue and followed Jared out of the house.

Katie's POV

Dreams can be very realistic. Those were some of the best dreams, but also some of the more dangerous ones. Over the course of the past few months, I've had many dreams about Sam, very realistic dreams. As time passed, they only seemed to get more life-like. While I was never one to stay in bed past eight o'clock, I would try go back to sleep to continue the dream. Sadly, it never worked.

I opened my eyes and saw an old TV that I knew didn't belong in my house. While dad wasn't too fancy, he liked to keep a newer TV in the house so he could watch all the latest games. Once I sat up and looked around, I realized that I was in Sam's house.

Memories of what had happened earlier today flooded my mind and caused me to blush. The feeling of Sam's lip against mine was something indescribable. There was none of the awkward feelings that accompanied whenever I had kissed some other boy. Sam wasn't just another boy. He was a man. He was mine.

"Hey." Looking up, I saw Sam walk into the small living room. He had fixed his hair from early when I had been running my hands through it. He was still shirtless, which caused me to lose focus. I didn't even remember when the shirt had came off, just that it did.

He kneeled in front of the couch, continuing to smile at me. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. It amazed me the way our hands fit together. Then again, it seemed like everything with me and Sam meshed just right.

"What are we?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I assumed that we were dating…." Sam hesitantly said, as if it may have been the wrong answer.

"Are you sure about that?" A small laugh escaped. I never saw Sam unsure, so it threw me.

"I want to be." He said, more sure this time.

"You haven't even took me on a date yet." While I wanted nothing more than to be Sam's girlfriend, I was still a bit old fashioned.

"Well…." He started off. "Ms. Swan, would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?"

"I would love to, but there's one problem."

"What?" He was shocked.

"You got to ask my dad." I wish I had a camera, because his reaction was priceless.