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Hope you enjoy this.

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I'd do it. Just to make her happy.

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Seth's POV

I came back from Patrol about five minutes early. It was half past eight in the morning - I went back upstairs to find Max, wake her up, and make her breakfast.

All I found was her Memory box, and a note.

"Seth, I've gone to Port Angeles. I'll be back tonight. Love, Max."

I smiled to myself and sat down on the duvet, wondering what the hell I could do with a free day. I thought about cleaning my room up a bit, making it look vaguely presentable, but I figured I could do that later - after I'd done something vaguely interesting. I threw myself back on my bed after gathering up some of the discarded clothes and shoving them into the washing machine, closed my eyes and thought for a second about going to see the Cullens and having lunch with Jake, but then I took another look at the box that sat beside me, still hanging open, looking pretty banged up.

I could try to make her a new one - for her birthday, a late present. That sounded like a good way to spend my time. I picked up the box and tipped everything out of it, tried to arrange it neatly on the bed, to work out the sizing.

Minutes later, I was distracted by looking through her memories again. There were old ticket stubs for bands I had never heard of, another five or six photos of her, Ben and Evan, one of them in Halloween costumes with painted faces.

Her life looked like so much fun; she seemed so free and excited at everything in her past. It wasn't like that any longer. She was very… quiet now, so embarrassed and modest. But I guess… in her old life, she would have been quiet too. These were just moments when she was laughing, jumping on Evan's back, pulling him close, and ruffling Ben's hair…

I looked at the thick, long letter from him. Evan. I stared at it for ages, willing it to magically open so I could see it, so I could read it.

I set it aside so I couldn't look at it and went downstairs to get a jacket, and then ready myself to see Brady and Collin down at Brady's dad's carpenters - try to get some wood.

I made it halfway down the stairs before curiosity got the better of me. I ran back up the stairs and threw myself on the bed, pulled the pages from the envelope and unfolded it, flattening it out. It was written in a scribbled script, black fountain pen on white paper. She had obviously read it a hundred times, a coffee stain on the bottom corner of the pages blurring the bottom words.

I picked it up and looked at it, stared at the pages, looked at his lovely handwriting.

"Dear Mac,

Missing you loads - how was fresher's week? Hating the teacher's we've got, Ben says that we will end up with E's at this rate, utter bollocks to be honest. As long as you're tutoring me again, I'll be fine…… should be fun, when are you back?"

I tried to make out the missing words, but couldn't - the coffee had stained them into oblivion. It took me an age to realise that if I read on, I might get somewhere.

"Because I'm telling you now, when you do, I want the full weekend for us - I'm gonna take you shopping and not complain about it, then we can go out for dinner and I'll keep you out until breakfast, (haha) as long as Benno doesn't mind.

I'm serious though, I can't wait to see you again, I know it has only been a fortnight and a half, but three weeks is three weeks, isn't it? I would love to come up to Notts and see you as well, but I wouldn't have a clue where to start!

Oh! I got you your early birthday present too! You need to be back at home on December 11th to see… for your little gift. And bring something utterly stunning to wear (not that you're not stunning in the mean time but you know what I mean) because I'm going to make sure everyone knows I'm with you… and you're with me."

I didn't even look at the rest of the pages as I got to the bottom of the first. It made me feel sick to know that this guy had put his hands on her, kissed her, held her and missed her… when she had told me he was just a friend. I took a long look at the photo again and sighed, wondering if he knew where she was, what she had become… and that she lied to keep me happy.

I put the letter back and went to sit in the kitchen, considering why she would lie to me, why she wouldn't trust me enough to tell me the truth. She didn't want to hurt him, maybe, or she didn't want to let her old life follow her here. She didn't want to make me jealous - which hadn't worked, because I was simply furious, and totally jealous - she was trying to hide it from me, simply because she was embarrassed…

I practically stomped down to Brady's place, snapped at him when he asked what was wrong, and took far too much wood. If she was trying not to make me jealous… then I wouldn't show it. I wouldn't confront her. I would let her know I was pissed beyond belief in my own special way.

I left the wood in the kitchen, on the table, and went back to my room, picked up three old pairs of jeans, stuffed them in the washing machine, finding $45 in the pockets, which was quite a find. I was running out of clothes, to be honest, and when I'd found $25 in the left hand back pocket of the old washed out pair, I'd found my new-favourite-pair-of-jeans.

I pulled the wood into the backyard and settled to work. It took ages, but by the time I'd put the shape together, I was pleased. There was a box, useable when the wood glue had dried, and a large dent in the pile of wood I'd brought home. I sighed as I put it in our garage, left it to dry, and replaced everything into the old box, for now. I had half an inkling that she wouldn't throw that old box away, because that was a memory too, and I smiled to myself as I thought about it. She was exactly the sort of person to start hoarding things, to save them just in case she needed them.

There was a long silence in the house that I refused to break for the whole afternoon; I didn't actually do anything all afternoon, actually. I spent my time seething, furious, jealous and missing Max with everything I had.

I could have gone to Port Angeles, I know, but I think she might have shot me quite a few times with several of Billy Black's Bear Tranquilisers had I come after her. Anyway, I didn't really want to go shopping for nothing in particular. That was a pointless waste of my time.

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I was worried as hell when Leah appeared at nine. Her fingers were numb with the cold and her eyes were wild. I jumped up as she came in, thinking it was Max, but sat back down, disappointed as Leah appeared.

"Has Max come back yet?" She spoke first, was practically bouncing around the kitchen as she busied herself with coffee and tea, and started making dinner.

"What's with you? I've not seen you this happy since-" I closed my eyes and looked at my sister. "You met someone, didn't you? The other day, when you went to Port Angeles with Max and Quil?" She didn't confirm my thoughts, but her sudden sheepish smile gave me more than a clue.

"No." She blushed pink.

"And you've sent Max to find him? To bring him back here?"

"No!" She half-yelped, a whine escaping her throat as she looked at the doorway, blushing widely. Quil was sitting beside me suddenly, looking confused, stunned and wickedly happy.

"Why're you grinning?" I said at him, but Leah fielded an answer.

"You've got an extra night with Claire - babysitting, right?!" She said, her voice gaining in pitch and squeaking happily. "Excellent!"

"No." Quil grinned, "But I do know Max promised me dinner tonight, so-"

"What?!" I jumped into his sentence, slamming my hand onto the table. Quil looked up at me, a confused, lopsided smile on his face. I was furious, still. "When did she-?"

"Aaaayges ago." He grinned and laughed, "When we first met, you know."

I half nodded and let it slide, Leah convinced me to show her the box I was planning on making for Max. Half an hour later, a car roared into the driveway and three doors slammed violently.

"Damnit, Evan!" She was saying, "-Oh…" a small pause and a foreign voice jumped through the house.

"I said I liked the place, Mac. Well, as far as I've seen it, it's pretty lovely-" There was another long pause, Leah locked eyes with me for a long minute, and then bounded out of the garage.

"Leah? Where're you-"

"I'm just gonna see who that is-" She yelped vaguely and disappeared from the room. I was confused for a minute, and then it all clicked - the photo a couple of days ago, Leah picking it up, staring at it, Max going ape and disappearing twice in four days, and Quil turning up tonight.

Leah imprinted on Evan. Max had to get him here, because Leah would have gone nuts if she hadn't. Quil had taken Max and Leah to Port Angeles earlier this week to call him up. He had responded so quickly because he still loved Max and… She needed Quil tonight in case I tried to rip him in half.

She knew I would look at the letter. She knew I was curious and was easily distracted… and she knew I would look at the frickin' letter.

"Leah? Oh, no, Evan's just gone-" She said something and I missed her words, but I think he had gone to the bathroom. "He'll be down in a minute." finally regaining the use of my legs, I stumbled into the kitchen and saw Max, looked at her for a long minute and I think she nearly cried.

"Max-"

"Seth, I didn't tell you because I thought you'd think less of me. I ran away without telling Evan because I thought I could start again, but I never dreamed Leah would imprint on him," Her eyes refocused over my shoulder and I turned to see a dark haired guy with bright green eyes staring back at me, looking like a furious and distraught rabbit in the headlights. He took one look at me, disregarding Leah and Quil completely, and started forward, slamming me up against the wall. "- Shit! Evan, No!" She tried to push between us but I relaxed and ignored the violence, let him get it all out.

"How dare you think that you can take away the one thing, the one person who means everything to me because she's spent all her life with me, and she started… us," He whispered into my ear, his face bright pink. "Well?" His voice rose, "What the hell makes you think you have the right to… to-"

And he let me go. I slumped against the wall and Max looked torn between him and me, unsure of who she should go to. She'd been wrong about one thing today - she didn't need Quil for his protection. I wouldn't be trying to rip this guy in half. I was stronger than him… but he looked like he would catch on quick, he would be able to put up a good fight.

I sucked in a breath and watched him stand awkwardly by the sink. Max was watching him with wide, nervous eyes, trying to ignore the obvious anger emanating from me.

"I wish Jasper was here." Leah murmured seconds later, and his head snapped to look at her. At my sister.

Suddenly all his fury was gone and all he was doing was looking at her.

Leah's POV

Max stared at him as she watched his anger dissipate, his fists unclenched and his scowl calmed down slightly. He wouldn't take his eyes off me, I don't think he could, to be honest, and I think it scared him.

He looked at me, because it wasn't staring. Staring was where you were sure you were obsessed with the person, where you couldn't afford to look away, because you thought you would stop breathing. Evan looking at me made it feel like… I couldn't breathe, as if he was trying to work out why I seemed familiar, like he was working out who I was, what I meant. His hand slid to his stomach unconsciously and it seemed as though he was having an epiphany, because he was mouthing words I didn't understand. He was looking at me.

And I was staring back.

Seth growled furiously as Evan took a step forward and held out his hand to me.

"Hi," He murmured, "I'm Evan." He shot a look at Max, a small frown at her, and a scowl at Seth. "I'm Mac's… friend."

"Leah." I took his hand; he seemed astonished at my warmth but didn't pull away from my hand. "I'm Seth's sister." I said breathlessly, losing the ability to actually think. I supposed, when I regained my faculties, that he had expected some intelligent conversation, because he looked downcast for a second… but then he smiled at me, and nodded, and my heart leapt inside my chest.

"That's cool." Another pause. "Do you mind if I hit him?" The words were lost on me, I looked into his eyes and I skipped a breath. They were like… jade green, pretty and shiny, but there was despair and confusion behind them, a shiver ripped through his body, barely noticeable, but there, and he turned to Quil.

I felt empty at that tiny shudder. Did I disgust him? Did I make him feel… did I repulse him?

"Hi." Quil nodded at him and Evan returned the gesture. "You're English?" Evan nodded again, smiling slightly.

"Londoner and proud. How can I help you?"

"Do you like Marmite?"

I couldn't hold back a snigger, and Evan looked over at me.

"Yeah, I do." He laughed, "Do you, Leah?" I shrugged. "You've not… Mac hasn't forced you to try it yet?" He laughed, "That's surprising, actually. She'd not let a day go by if she didn't get toast and Marmite." Quil laughed and Evan looked back at him, an expression similar to a rabbit in the headlights expression crossing his face again.

"Leah…" Max looked at me, trying to get me talking again. "Why don't you try to… why don't you show Evan around. He can stay for a while, can't he?"

I heard Seth growl a 'no' in the background, but ignored it.

"Course he can, Max." Her elbow slammed into Seth's ribs and he murmured something into her ear, he looked furious and growled something, but she shook her head and smiled at Evan. I smiled at him and he shrugged his coat off.

"Is there somewhere I can…?" There was a short pause as he looked at me for a longer time and settled on a smile.

"Hang your coat?" He nodded mutely and I gripped his wrist without thinking. He looked down at my hand but didn't pull away. "Come with me."

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A/N: Please review and let me know how I did... :P

Here's your second update for me saying i'd update on saturday then being an epic fail and being chucked off my laptop before I could even get onto fanfiction.

This is inspired by: "Too Close For Comfort" By McFly (Seth's POV) and "Use Somebody" By Kings Of Leon (Leah's POV), but i'm not done with them songs yet! Haha!

I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have any suggestions for songs (epic, sad, or very, very hyper) which I could write to, depending on their mood, would you please leave them in your reviews?!

Evan interested in Leah?! Maybe perhaps possibly? I don't know just yet haha

I'm really glad you all like it... so i'd appreciate more feedback...

And i'm really, really happy that you keep reading :)

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