A/N Hey everybody! So if you read the last chapter you may have noticed that Paul left out one tiny, little detail, imprinting! So here, in a much longer chapter than usual, is how I got around to telling that bit of the story. Enjoy!

Chapter 4- Wait, He Hasn't Told Her Everything. What About that Imprinting Stuff?

The next morning, as I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, still dressed in my pajamas, I noticed quite a sight at my kitchen table. Sitting down next to my sister, wolfing down a stack of pancakes the size of his large head, was Paul. Serena looked at him with that cold scientist's stare that told me she was analyzing every aspect of Paul that she could possibly see, from his lack of shirt or shoes to the speed with which he ate, to the look of total adoration he had when he saw me come in. As soon as he had noticed my arrival, he had abandoned his pancakes, and stood, walking over to me. He lifted me into his arms, giving me a warm hug and a quick kiss on my temple. I kissed him on the cheek, smiling at the warmth that had enveloped me as soon as I had entered the safety of Paul's arms. At this sudden display of affection Serena's analytical face turned genuinely surprised. She had probably thought Paul was just a friend, since it was only our second day in Forks. She couldn't have possibly realized that in the 24 hours we had been here, I had possibly found the love of my life. Wait, what? Where did that come from? I mean sure, I really liked Paul a lot, but love? I only met him last night, for Christ's sake! Not that Jesus could help me right now, but it didn't hurt to try. Coming from a religious Irish Catholic family, there was any number of superstitions I could invoke right now to try and help the situation of my sister meeting my boyfriend who I had only met yesterday. At the moment, however, knocking on wood or throwing some salt over my shoulder didn't seem too helpful. Paul gently set me down on the floor, and I looked sheepishly back at my older sister, whose eyebrows were knotted together, which usually meant she was thinking of a million different things really fast, and that usually included ways to tell Mom and Dad that I had done something wrong, or ways to make me feel either really guilty or really dumb. Sometimes it sucks having a smart older sibling. I patiently waited for Serena to finish thinking, leaning slightly against Paul for support.

"So" Serena said quietly. That made me feel a little better. Serena only got loud when she was really pissed, so her quiet tone must mean she was more surprised than upset. "You and Paul are what? I mean, you two must have only met yesterday, probably at that bonfire. So you have only known each other for around sixteen hours. Is that long enough to know how you two feel about each other?"

I paused, thinking carefully of my response.

"Yes, we met last night, at the bonfire. We spent pretty much the entire night talking, and he gave me a ride home, and that's it. I really like him Serena, but I know it's too early to tell the depth of what's going on. We're just taking it a day at a time, Serena, don't worry." I said, trying to keep my tone simple. Serena thought best when emotion was not involved and rational arguments were presented. I hoped to God I hadn't said anything that made Paul question my feelings for him or for him to twist into something that would anger him. My sister nodded slowly, the wrinkle in her forehead smoothing.

"Ok then, now that that's settled, I promised Mom I would go to the grocery store since both Mom and Dad are really busy at their new jobs. I'll be back in about an hour ok? If you decide to leave, just give me a call before you go." Serena smiled widely, grabbing her keys off of the kitchen counter. "Later!" She called back as she went out the front door to her car. I sighed softly, wishing I had a car. I had gotten my license right before we had moved, and being only 16, my parents decided I wasn't ready for that responsibility. Never mind that Serena had gotten her car, a forest green hybrid Saturn Vue, her baby, her pride and joy, at 16. But that's because Serena was the responsible one, the one who could be trusted with something like a car. Thank God she was nice, and gives me rides all the time.

"So, did you have anything in mind for today?" Paul asked me, bringing me out of my jealous reverie. I shrugged, smiling at him

"As long as it involves you, I'm good" I said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.

"Well then" He said, grinning, "How about we head over to Sam and Emily's? Everyone is probably over there anyways. And there will be food. Lots of food." At that last statement he licked his lips happily, as if he could already taste the food.

"Is that all you werewolves think about? Killing vamps, and food?" I asked jokingly, raising an eyebrow sarcastically. Paul burst out laughing at this, holding his sides as he wheezed.

"Yeah pretty much, but I'm different!" He said indignantly. "I think of food, bloodsuckers, AND you!" he pointed at me "So there!"

"Fine, the modern werewolf is a complex being with thoughts besides food and vampires. The werewolf of today also thinks about the girl he happens to spend a lot of time kissing" and with that, I scampered out of the house, running towards Paul's truck. Of course, I forgot about his inhuman speed, and before I reached the truck Paul had already caught up to me, grasping me around the waist and lifting me up into his arms without breaking his stride, while I screamed with astonishment and thrashed around in his arms.

"No way are you getting away with that Rose O'Connell!" He yelled happily, stopping when he reached the truck. "Now" he said, flipping me around and pinning me against the passenger door. I was breathing heavily from laughter, my wrists captured by Paul's strong grip. I winced inwardly at the twinge of pain that came from my still-bruised hand, the one I had slapped Paul with last night.

"Now, what?" I asked innocently, my voice dripping with sweetness, as I looked him in the eye, a goofy grin plastered on my face "Is the big, bad wolf going to punish little ole me?"

"Oh, you are definitely getting punished, little lady" Paul said, a wicked grin adorning his features. And with that he bent down, crashing his lips against mine, pressing his warm, shirtless chest against mine, and keeping me pinned against the truck door. Not that I minded in the least. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Then, all of a sudden he broke the kiss and ran around to the driver's side of the car, jumping into the seat and starting the engine all in one fluid motion.

"Now" he yelled to me over the roar of the engine "Let's go get some grub!"

"You are so mean" I grumbled as I climbed into the cab of the pickup, folding my arms over my chest after fastening my seatbelt. Paul leaned over, his lips hovering at my ear

"Don't worry, I'm not done with your punishment quite yet" he breathed, placing a small kiss in the sensitive skin behind my ear. I shivered, and it was definitely not because of the weather. It was sunny, for once, and warm. This sure is going to be an interesting summer I thought to myself, smiling inwardly as we drove off to La Push, where a house full of werewolves awaited.

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The rest of the week flew by, and before I knew it, it was Saturday. Paul had told me earlier the week that he wanted to take me on a "real" date, and we had decided on Saturday at 7. I paced my room, full of nervous energy about tonight. Paul had told me that the events of the date were a surprise, so I had no idea what to wear. I finally decided on a loose, mid-length turquoise skirt that fell to just below my knees, and a white long-sleeved shirt with a plunging neckline layered over a matching turquoise tank top. I let my hair cascade in soft waves down my back, and some simple turquoise studs in my ears, along with a little vanilla perfume, finished off the outfit. I checked the time on my alarm clack nervously. It only read 6:30PM in big red numbers, so I sat at my desk and browsed the internet for a while, waiting for my date to arrive. While I was checking my email, I let my thoughts wander to the rest of the pack. It was weird, it seemed like most of them were in a serious relationship. I mean, there was Sam and Emily, Jared and Kim, Jacob seemed to be in love with some Bella chick who I didn't know, and Quil was always with little Claire. You would think a bunch of werewolves wouldn't be able to just find love like that. I mean, I know I'm fine with Paul being a werewolf, but I like to think of myself as a particularly open-minded person. I decided I would simply ask Paul on our date tonight, and went back to my Web browsing. Just when I was finishing making sure my Facebook page was up to date, I heard the doorbell ring.

"I got it I got it!" I yelled excitedly, leaping down the stairs, not caring if I tore my dress or messed up my hair. I wanted to see Paul. Unfortunately, I was too late, my mom had beaten me to the door, and by the time I reached the door, Mom was already talking to him. She had on her analytical mom face, the one all mothers have when they meet a guy their teenage daughter is dating, trying to determine if he is worthy of her daughter's affection. Thank God Mom met Paul when we were going on a real date, and he was wearing a shirt. He looked very nice, in a clean, ironed light-blue and white striped polo, and nice jeans, no holes or rips that I could see. Of course, in my opinion Paul looked good in anything, even his dirty cut-off jeans that he usually wore.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Paul, have fun, and make sure she's home before midnight." My mom said, smiling. I breathed a sigh of relief. Mom only really smiles at people she likes, and when she smiles at someone she doesn't like, its very obvious. And this smile was the good smile.

"It was very nice meeting you too, Mrs. O'Connell" Paul replied, flashing his brilliant smile, his teeth bright white against his russet skin. He turned to me, and his eyes widened when he took in my outfit.

"Wow Rose, you look great" He said, leaning down and giving me a kiss on the cheek. I frowned for a moment, but then remembered that he was being polite, not kissing me on the lips, because my mom was still standing in the hall.

"Thanks, you too" I replied, turning to my mom, "Bye Mom! See you later!" and grabbing Paul's hand, left the house. I maintained my composure until we reached the truck, but once we were there, I threw my arms around Paul, kissing him deeply. He kissed me back, and I knew it had taken him as much restraint as it had taken me to make it all the way to the car without kissing me.

"Now that's the type of kiss I expect when you take me on a date" I grinned once we separated, sounding a little out of breath. "Now, shall we get going?"

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Later that night, as we strolled down Lombard Avenue in Forks, eating ice cream and holding hands, doing normal couple stuff, I casually asked Paul

"So is there like some rule that werewolves have to fall in love?" I felt Paul stiffen next to me, "I mean, its just there's Sam and Emily, Jared and Kim, Jacob and that Bella girl, even like Quil and Claire. They're all in love, it's kind of weird. And the people they're in love with all don't seem to care about the whole werewolf thing, even though I know a lot of people would be really freaked out by it, unlike me" I paused, gauging his reaction. A look of acceptance came over his face, and he sighed heavily.

"I was going to wait to tell you, but I guess I have to tell you now" he said calmly, a soft smile crossing his mouth "See, there's one part of the Quileute legend I left out. In addition to the power of being a wolf-warrior, we received a gift. In a few rare cases, at least back then, if a werewolf met it's true match, it's one love, he would feel an inexorable pull towards his love, and he wouldn't be able to ignore it. It would be as if the entire earth fell away, leaving this one person, and he can't imagine a world without her. We call it 'imprinting', and it works both ways. The imprinted feels the same way the imprinter does. Of course, this only happened on rare occasions, but I guess since this pack is so big, there's a much larger concentration of occurrences." He looked at me shyly, waiting for me to reply.

"So, its pretty much so that when a guy meets his true love, he doesn't be a bullheaded boy about it, and knows he loves her right off the bat and can't ignore it? Sounds pretty smart to me" I grinned up at him.

"Don't you get it Rose? When I told you about the way a wolf feels when he imprints, I was describing what I felt when I met you. Rose O'Connell, I imprinted on you! I love you, and I will always love you. You are my present, and my future, I can't live without you! Don't you understand?" he was yelling now, shaking for the first time in days with that uncontrollable rage. I knew that it came from his fear, his fear that I didn't love him just as much as he loved me. And I knew, deep inside, that I was his imprint, his one and only, his true love, and he was mine.

"Of course, dummy, I know that. I love you too!" I said, laughing as he swept me up into his arms, kissing me fiercely before crushing me to his chest in a hug. I nuzzled my face into his neck, wrapping my long legs around his waist, while he began walking to the car.

"I should get you home, it's going to be midnight soon" he murmured. I hummed in agreement, not letting go of my vice-grip on his waist.

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Later that night, as I lay on my bed, on top of the covers, dressed simply in a pair of my sister's old basketball shorts and a tank top, I thought about the whole imprinting thing. It was strange, really, but I believed every word of it. I was definitely Paul's imprint. I couldn't imagine a world without him, and I had only known him for a few days. This was quite different from my previous relationships, which had really only been me toying with boys for amusement. I had felt very little for the boys I had dated back in D.C., while right now I felt very strongly for Paul. I was a little worried though. I had seen how bad Paul's temper could be, and while I was very good at dealing with my cantankerous older sister, I wasn't sure how I would handle an eighteen-year-old werewolf if he got too angry. Seth had told me about the scars on Emily's face, and I didn't want that happening to me. It was at this point in my thinking that a light tapping sound emitted from my window. I sat up, surprised, and looked over to see none other than Paul looking from the other side of the glass. I leapt up, and opened my window, letting him in. He silently entered my room, a slight smile creeping into his mouth.

"Paul, what are you doing here?" I asked quietly. His smile immediately changed to a frown, a deep wrinkle appearing in his forehead.

"I knew it! I shouldn't have come! I'm really sorry Rose, I was being so stupid to think you would want to see me again after tonight, I can't believe I'm such an idiot!" His hands started shaking violently, and I immediately grasped his arm

"No Paul, it's not that!" I whispered quickly "I just didn't expect you, its fine! Really, I'm happy you came". The contact and my words seemed to calm him down.

"I'm sorry Rose, it's just sometimes…my temper… it gets the better of me. I really need to start controlling it now that, you know"

"Now that I love you?" I asked, rather forwardly.

"You…you love me?" Paul asked incredulously, and his eyes lit up, and his mouth pulled back into the biggest, most pure smile I had ever seen on a man's face.

"Of course silly, I already told you, I'm your imprint, how could I not?" I said, and before I knew it his lips were on mine, my hands twisted in his hair, his hands on my back, lifting me up for better access to my lips. He walked backwards until he hit the edge of my bed, and we fell backwards, breaking apart for a moment. After only a moment though, I was on top of him, our lips together. It was the most amazing kiss I had ever had, if that was at all possible, compared to our other kisses. I could feel the world fall away as I melted into his arms. My tongue slipped out from my lips, licking his bottom lip gently, asking for entrance. He happily complied, and when our tongues touched, it was like an electric current ran through my body. All I wanted was to feel this, this happiness, this feeling of being whole, a single unit of love. I couldn't deny it. I was madly in love with Paul, and there was nothing either of us could do about it.

Soooo what did yall think? Review, please! I enjoy them. Oh, and I have a quick little question. Should I include Serena, Rose's big sis, a little more in the story? I want to, but that is only for my own selfish reasons XD (Serena is based off of yours truly, while Rose is based off of my little sister, whose middle name is actually Rose). So tell me what you think! Maybe Serena will get a little lovin' of her own? Lol be honest, please. OK, now review! I can't get better without constructive criticism! OK now off to bed for me, I have class tomorrow.