DISCLAIMER: I don't own the fabulous characters or ideas of Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. And she rocks. Need I saw more?
Chapter One: No Way.
"You knocked all your wind out
You just tried too hard and you froze
I know
I know."
"HAAAAAAAAAAAH! HA-HA HA! HAHAHAHAHA HA!"
I was awoken by the most obnoxious, idiotic, annoying laugh ever known to man. One that was infamously synonymous with the most hideous name in the English language:
Paul.
My head shot straight up off the pillow as soon as the intruding noise pelted my ear drums, interrupting a very nice dream of me running. I shook my head to try and gain coherency, then glanced at the clock on my bedroom wall.
8:08. In the morning. On a Saturday.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!" I screamed, then dropped my head back down on the pillow in defeat when I heard him braying like a mule again. He was grating on my nerves.
I knew sleep had slipped far beyond my reach now, so I got up and took a shower. I pulled on a white t-shirt, some old cut offs and some shoes, then proceeded to the kitchen.
Paul was in the living room stretched across my couch eating a bowl of cereal, watching cartoons on my crappy TV.
"Spongebob? What are you, twelve?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound as if I wasn't about to punch him.
He ignored me as he continued laughing, making my blood boil at his very presence. I launched a couch pillow at his head then headed for the pantry. I pulled out my favorite box of cereal and felt how light it was, shaking it a few times. I opened the box and it was completely empty with the exception of crumbs.
My breathing picked up as I felt the rage and fire building within me, I knew who the culprit was already. Paul. I stormed back into the living room and sent the box flying hitting him square in the back of his fat head.
He turned around with that annoying smirk on his face.
"Let's get ready to rumble…" he said evilly, hopping up and coming towards me.
A low growl erupted from deep in my chest as I pushed him in the chest and sent him flying, the impact from his crash nearly breaking the sofa. Shudders shot through his body as he stood up, obviously pleased with the rise he got out of me. The premeditation of his plan had been obvious, it was clear he completely had nothing better to do than try to pick a fight with me. I walked out of the front door before we really fought, Paul was just immature.
"Asshole." I muttered as I walked the short walk to Sam and Emily's place. I knew I was guaranteed breakfast there, since Paul never left a crumb for anyone else to eat at my house. He was such an asshole.
What sucked even worse is that he would not be leaving any time soon. About two summers ago he imprinted on my sister Rachel, and now they're engaged. So now that jerk's going to be my brother-in-law. I can barely contain my excitement. Out of the entire pack, Paul was always the hotheaded one. The annoying one. The temperamental one. The one to always start a fight, and phase at the wrong time unable to control himself. The one who couldn't control his anger. And he was very short tempered. It used to be that you could count on a fight from Paul pretty much whenever, or at least that he was involved in it somehow. You didn't even have to hit him—any mild insult would do it. But now, now he decides to nearly calm down after he's found love, basically resolving to annoying people till their patience wore thin. And now, now he just has to be the one to imprint on my sister.
When I think about the whole imprinting thing, it kind of depresses me. It seemed like nearly everybody had somebody but me. Sam had Emily, Jared had Kim, Quil has Claire, Paul has my sister, even Embry imprinted on a girl named Maya. So that just leaves me, Leah, and Seth. My own little pack within the pack, though Leah can be annoying at times.
Emily tells me she has no doubt that I'll find my imprint soon, the same way she assures Leah that just because she's a girl doesn't mean she wont imprint. And sometimes it seems…just too easy to believe her.
I stopped in my tracks, my thoughts were interrupted. I heard noise, lots of noise. But where was it coming from? Where? I listened harder…it was coming from the direction of First Beach. It was strange. I brushed it off and continued my thoughtful walk to Sam and Emily's.
I walked through the door and received a warm greeting, Emily first hugged me then I got high-fives from the guys. Everyone was there already, apart from Paul and Jared. Sam, Seth, and Embry were watching some game on the TV while Leah and Emily were at the kitchen counter talking. Quil sat at the kitchen table next to Claire, with a stack of pancakes in front of him the size of Mount Everest. Claire had a similar stack but on a smaller scale. They were eyeing each other competitively.
"Ready, go!" Quil shouted then they attacked their stacks. It was almost disgusting. Claire ate just as fast as Quil did. You wouldn't believe that 8 year old could eat such amounts.
"What's up Jake?" Sam smiled.
"I had to get away from my house, we were being Pauled." I rolled my eyes.
"Ah, what a relief it has been not to have Paul sleeping on my couch." Emily stated as she laughed.
"Damn right." Sam stated as he directed his attention back to the TV.
"Where's Maya Em?" I asked.
"She went to the Makah reservation for the day to visit her grandmother with her mom, I'm a free man." He said without blinking.
We all laughed, knowing just how Embry felt about this. He was making it seem as if he were a prisoner, when in reality he went nuts when Maya went away. He never liked letting her out of his sight, he worried day in and day out. She was the one that should feel prisoner.
"Yeah right, Em. Actually I heard a lot of noise coming from First Beach. It was weird."
Sam looked up like he suddenly remembered something. "Oh that's right. They're supposed to be filming some movie here. Ms. Walker down at the store told me."
"What kind of movie?" Seth asked as his eyes lit up. He absolutely loved movies; they were all he really talked about. And girls.
"An action flick, I think."
"Wow! I wonder why they chose La Push…"
"I think they liked the beach and the forest…we have to be sure they don't catch any wolves in their scenes." We all laughed as he high-fived me.
"Who's supposed to be in it? Do you know?" Leah asked. She tried to hide it, but she loved action movies just as much as Seth did. She was especially fond of Tom Cruise.
"I think that one girl, she's like 17...her name is Chelsea something…Chelsea—"
"CHELSEA SAVAGE!?!?!?" Quil shouted before Sam could finish his sentence, it was the first time he spoke since his eating contest with Claire. He ended up spitting everywhere from the sudden outburst, making Claire giggle.
"Yeah, Kourtney Savage. That's it."
"CHELSEA SAVAGE?!? THE CHELSEA SAVAGE?!? HERE?!?! IN LA PUSH?!?! RIGHT NOW!??! FILMING?!?"
"I'm gonna take a freakin' stab in the dark here, but Quil are you a fan?" I stated making everybody laugh.
"She's totally hot Jake. She's been in like, tons of movies, and she's really hot. She's a really good actress. She's the one who won all those awards at the Oscars dude."
"Oh, I think I remember. The girl with the long black hair? Her dad is famous too, right?"
"Right. He's Tony Savage. The most awesome guitarist in the world."
"Wow Quil, you seem really excited about some guy playing his guitar." Sam said making us laugh.
"No, he's not lying. Tony Savage is cool." Seth chimed.
"He's cool alright." Leah said with a smirk. It was obvious what she was thinking.
"Yeah, he's dating that supermodel chick, right?" Embry asked.
"Why do you know so much about Hollywood and celebrities?" Emily asked shocked.
"TV." We all said together.
"Well we could go down to First Beach and take a look, see if we see any celebrities…" Sam offered.
"WE COULD!?!?!" Quil tried to contain his excitement, but failed horribly. We just looked at him.
I sighed. "It's not like we have anything better to do…"
We all walked in a gang down to the beach leaving Claire back at the house with Emily, only to see we weren't the only people with this idea. Almost two hundred people had showed up, most of them tourist but some of them La Push residents, trying to catch a glimpse of the stars. The barricade was set up so we were about 70 feet from their trailers, and could see who was going in and coming out. We couldn't see the spot they were actually filming at though, it was further down the beach. We made our way to the front of the crowd, moving the crazed fans with signs out of our way. Which was pretty mean, since all of us were just about 6 ft and no one could see past us. I laughed. It paid to be a tall, shape shifting werewolf.
I looked down at my watch and saw it was about 9:05 now, and there was a person with a headset and clipboard walking down to the trailer furthest to the right. It was slightly bigger than the other ones, and was completely black. Quil squealed like a little school girl, excitement was dancing in his eyes. I shook my head, this was completely pointless. Who cares about celebrities? They're just people. Just like you and me. If you ask me, they're just stuck up people who club and party 24-7, rubbing the fact that "my life is better than yours" in the faces of the rest of the world. All of them were jerks. And for people to go crazy over just one person was absolutely ridiculous. Like this one teenage girl that was standing by me decked out in fan gear, screaming at the top of her lungs right into my ear. I gave her one threatening look, and she calmed down. Sam laughed and I pushed his shoulder, telling him to shut up.
"Who else is supposed to be in this movie?" Embry asked.
"Some other kid, I think his name is Taylor." Sam folded his arms, obviously becoming bored with this quick.
The person with the headset and clipboard emerged from the bigger trailer about five minutes later, with a few people following behind her. Two big guys, they looked like wrestlers, almost as big as us, made their way down the steps. Following them a girl made her way down, watching the steps as she went making sure she didn't fall, then a woman in a business suit followed behind her talking on her cell phone. It was then the screaming began. All of the people surrounding us, including Quil and Seth, erupted with screaming and cheering and chanting. All saying her name repeatedly, making my head spin. It was almost unbearable. They were pushing a little behind us, but none of us budged.
She finally looked up from the ground and gave a warm smile to the fans, waving hello at them. That's when it happened. I saw her, though a bit of a distance away, and my mind was wiped blank. My memory was wiped blank. My heart was wiped blank. Everything that ever happened, that ever occurred before that very second was no longer of importance. It no longer held any significance in my mind, all that mattered was the angel standing so far away from me. She was the definition of beautiful, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen with my two unworthy eyes. So beautiful, it almost hurt to look at her. But I couldn't look away. There was no way I could look away, nothing or no one could tear my attention away from this awesome spectacle. This…miracle. It was as if I was able to really see for the first time. I wonder if I was ever really seeing anything before this point. It was as if I was reborn, and given the gift of sight all over again. As if I really hadn't been living, and anything I had deemed worth living for before this no longer existed. It was irrelevant, all that mattered was her. It's as if nothing else matters, nothing else has ever mattered, and nothing else ever will matter. Her smile—that beautiful smile, which revealed the deepest, most adorable dimples on earth on either sides of her cheeks—made my heart melt. Her hair—her beautiful, long, luscious hair was a black, straight, silky waterfall running down the length of her back to her butt—made me want to run my fingers through the never-ending train of softness forever. Her butt, her chest, her shape, her face…she was absolutely gorgeous. No, gorgeous didn't do it. It wasn't good enough. I searched and searched the banks of my mind for a word that summarized her, but none of them did the job. She was indescribable.
Her eyes were a magnificent hazel that shown and twinkled and danced magically in today's 'once in a blue moon' sunlight. The sun shone down on her beautiful tan skin in a way that was hypnotizing, she had a glow about her that rivaled the sun's power. She emitted this aura of happiness around her, visible for all eyes to see. I caught a brief whiff of her scent on the downdraft of the floating breeze, it was the most heavenly thing I've ever had the pleasure of inhaling. It took me to a different place, sending me on a trip that made me feel as if I was floating. However faint it was, it still made me unbelievably high. I swam in her beauty as everyone around me gawked at her, willing nothing more in the world than to be in her presence for the rest of eternity. I realized how much I absolutely loved her, craved her, wanting to be with her then, and I thought about how much I wanted to do for her. How badly I would do anything, including die, just to make her happy. How she had such a power, an effect, a hold on me…and she didn't even know it yet. How she could get anything she wanted from me, and I would gladly give it or do it without second thought. About how much those two guys could really protect her, and how much happier she would be if she made me her bodyguard. Her best friend. Her lover. Her anything. I knew right then that all ties I had to my previous life—everything I used to hold dear, or even thought was essential—were snapped away like flimsy rubber bands. And now as I stood here, I changed, and I became this new person—this person which was built, designed, and especially created for her—brand new ties were formed. Stronger ties were forged, stronger than ever before. Brand new rubber bands, no not rubber bands, steel cables—thousands, millions of them—each one of them connecting me to her, making her the center of my world. The center of my entire universe. I felt connected to her in a way unknown to this world, something so forceful and strong and magical it made me speechless. I felt drawn to her, as if she was magnetic. Nothing could break, rupture, or sever these ties…they were irrefutably unbreakable. Her eyes swept the crowd, but they froze when they met mine, causing my breath to catch and my heart to stop completely.
She. Was. Looking. At. Me.
I knew I stopped breathing, I knew I stopped everything. I couldn't feel anything. But smiling. I felt myself smiling, and I knew couldn't stop. I wouldn't be able to. I couldn't function. I couldn't tell my brain to do anything, I was completely immobilized under her stare.
"Is she looking at…" Embry followed her eyes.
"No, it couldn't be—" Leah said.
"This isn't fair!" Seth complained.
"Jake, did you…" Sam's voice trailed off in shock.
"Imprint." Was the only word I could say, it came out as dreamily as it sounded when I screamed it in my head.
