Chapter Three: Unlikely Help

"Now is there nothing like the inside of you anywhere"

About 4 hours later when I decided to finally move, I walked to Quil's house. I knew he would be home, and wouldn't care about what I wanted to do. Luckily Claire was with her mom, so his thoughts weren't clouded with Hannah Montana and Barbie.

"So what's up Jake?" He fell backwards on his bed as I sat across from him in the computer chair.

"What was it like for you when you imprinted? Was it like this?"

He stared thoughtfully up at his ceiling as if he was watching the memory like a movie up there.

"I know it wasn't like anything you're going through, because Claire was just two. She was a little kid, so my thoughts weren't half as bad as yours. But when it comes to all the other thoughts, apart from the dirtier ones…yeah, it was about the same. You feel the need to protect them, to want to be with them all the time, every second of the day if you could, and you can't think of anything else. It's like your heart won't let you. But then you realize…you don't want to think about anything else. Why would you? Nothing else is as great or wonderful."

I nodded as I listened. Quil was right. He had an idea of what I was feeling. Well sort of. Nobody's imprint was as painful as this. Well, except maybe Sam. His was pretty bad. Damn it, I would have to remember not to think about this later when I phased. When the rest of the pack dipped into my head that would be an awkward silence I did not want to be a part of.

"I just have one question…why me? Why me? Why couldn't my imprint be as simple as Jared's? He sat next to Kim for years in class, then he phases for the first time, and the day he finally goes back to school he takes one look at her…then BOOM! Instant happy!" I said making an explosion demonstration with my hands.

"Actually, it wasn't 'BOOM! Instant happy!' for Jared. Do you remember how long it took Jared to finally convince Kim that he loved her because he wanted to love her, not because he felt obligated or because he had to just because he phased into a werewolf? She felt like he only even paid attention to her because he imprinted on her…if he hadn't he wouldn't have given her the time of day."

I thought about what he said. Damn it, he had a point. "Yeah, well…what about Paul? He just saw my sister and then BOOM! Instant love!"

He sat up at this one. "Jake, are you kidding me? Were you there, or did you happen to just run off and take a vacation all that time? Your sister hated Paul. Can't say I blame her. Paul was an asshole. And not the best guy before they met, he used to play girls. Left and right. She saw right through him the minute she laid eyes on him. He had to work extra hard to win her heart, she didn't want to have any part in him."

Damn it, he had a point again. This was hopeless. So I decided to take the conversation in a different direction. "You're a fan of hers, right?"

"Yeah, you could say that. She's the one I used to beat off…" his voice trailed off to silence when he saw the look I was giving him.

"So would you say you know a lot about her?" I tried to keep the fact that I wanted to break his nose out of my voice when I remembered the picture of her he used to keep under his mattress. I did not want to think about Quil's 'happy time' with my Kourtney.

"I guess. She started acting when she was a kid, her dad is typical Hollywood. Dating any and everyone. But she doesn't seem that way, at least not to me. She doesn't seem like your average celebrity. Maybe she's different. I hope so, for your sake. She's probably about…16 or so."

That was perfect. Since I just turned 19, we wouldn't have any problems then. But the information he was giving me was too vague. I needed to know the important stuff.

"Quil, all that's good but I need more. Stuff like when's her birthday, what's her favorite food, her favorite movie, her favorite color, what she likes, what she doesn't like—"

"Jacob! How am I supposed to know all of that?" I rolled my eyes.

"Well can I use your computer?" I asked with annoyance in my voice.

"Go right ahead."

I scooted over to it in the chair and logged on. "But listen to this first."

I sat back and sighed, man he really got on my nerves.

"Switch roles with her. Let's say you were the famous a-list celebrity teen and she was the normal La Push kid. Would you date her if she googled you in a creepy 30-year-old stalker guy kind of way?"

I rolled my eyes, I hated when this asshole made sense.

"And besides, wouldn't you want to learn all that stuff from her? From just spending time with her and talking to her, instead of reading it all on the internet?"

I felt like throwing the computer screen at him. I hated when he was right.

"I'm just saying dude…" He closed his eyes smiling as he relaxed back on his pillow, his voice was full of the smugness that is Quil.

I huffed and left his house with him laughing at me, and started to walk home. The sun was starting to set, and it was really pretty on the horizon. I wondered if she was watching it where she was, and what it would be like to watch it together.

I took this time to think about coming up with a plan…what could I do? Sam already told me I couldn't go back to First Beach. I thought back on everything that happened down there. I really concentrated, to see if something could help my situation.

"Let's see…we get there…annoying creepy fan girl screaming in my ear…ouch…

Then she came out, and I saw her for the first time. Her and all of her awesome beauty, her glorious essence. Man, she really does have a cute butt.

Focus Jake!

Okay…um…that girl next to me was yelling about something…what was it…what was it…think Jake….

'I think her and Taylor are staying at some fancy hotel in Port Angeles…no doubt it would be five star.' "

GOT IT!

I snapped back to reality and realized I had made it home, and my heart was full of excitement as I figured out my plan. I walked in the house smiling. Now to put the plan to action.