Alright… OK I have a funny story from today.

So ya'll know my friend Lexie I always talk about? Well she was being EXTRA retarded today….

At lunch she was sitting across from me and I thought I'd talk to her about "Abuse". So we were talking and I said.

"Yeah well it was weird, because some people were wondering if Dean was a vampire and I was trying to make it obvious that he was a werewolf."

Then she has to cover her mouth from spitting her drink all over me; when she finally swallowed she said.

"DEAN'S A WEREWOLF?!" PS- this was before she read the chapter in Dean's POV, she'd already read every other chapter though.

So lol it was funny. I was like, "HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW THAT BY NOW?" soooo yeah.

~ Read this PUH-LEASE… you know unless you don't want to…~

I got two anonymous reviews (and I deleted them but it kinda seemed like cheating so I am posting what they said here) and it was kind of insulting… but I'm not mad or anything but I still consider it something of a milestone to get my first couple of bad reviews.

"keep going its just starting to get good"

-well it was anonymous so I couldn't reply, but I'm not mad about it but it was kind of insulting…

"that story is crap make it better n0w or else I will stop reading"

I am accepting it because I have left a bad review before; but it just sorta stuck with me, and if you left this review and you are reading this- this is my message to you.

I'm not mad, but no one is forcing you to read it. If it's that horrible to you then don't read it. And if you would not be cowardly and PM me telling me what you didn't like about it, then I'll happily reply.

Ok I'm done ^ ^

Lizzy POV

I sat in my bed and –for some reason- I was scared out of my wits. My eyes would dart around the dark room and a sob would break through my lips every once in a while. I didn't know what I was looking for, but I knew something was coming.

I heard booming footsteps and the shadows in the room grew longer; the door burst open and Jacob stood there looking more infuriated than I'd ever seen him.

His eyes were blazing and his nostrils flared; I cringed back, I'd never been so afraid in my life.

Tears started pouring down my face and I curled up into the fetal position and I buried my head in my crossed arms. I trembled, and sweat started gathering up on the back of my neck. Small whimpers came out and my chest heaved.

He gripped my forearm and I braced myself for the horrible pain I knew was coming. Tears came down harder than ever and I'd never felt so vulnerable.

Suddenly the pressure of his hand was gone and light started shining through the room. I looked up with my tear stained face and saw Dean sitting in front of me; he seemed to be what was illuminating the room, well not really. The sun was peaking over the horizon but I somehow knew it was because of him.

He smiled warmly and held out his hand to me; I took it eagerly. He pulled me in his arms and repeated the words from his note.

"You won't have to worry about getting hurt by coach –or anyone for that matter- with me around." But he continued, veering off course. "And of course, your father will never touch you."

I strained my eyes open and stared up at the ceiling; what happened?

H-had I just dreamt of Dean? I sighed and my head fell into my hands, I was so pathetic.

Mom came into my room and sat on my bed.

"What's wrong?"

"Can you guess?"

"Oh… that boy you like?"

"Uh-huh…" I muttered, without realizing that I'd revealed too much.

"OH MY GOSH YOU ACTUALLY LIKE A BOY? WHO IS HE? WHAT'S HIS NAME? COME ON, TELL ME!"

"Uh…"

"PLEASE TELL ME!"

"But-"

"OH PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! Come on, I'm a Mom, I gotta know these things!"

I sighed in defeat. "Ok, his name is Dean…" she giggled.

"His name is cute! He must be sexy!"

"MOM! GROSS!"

"Aw come on sweetie, it's nothing to be ashamed about, maybe we have to watch that video again-"

"NO! GOD NO!"

"Oh I was only kidding- you know, when I first met Edward, the only things I could think about were his disarray of hair… his soft golden eyes… he luscious chiseled muscles…"

"EW MENTAL IMAGES! MENTAL IMAGES!"

"Oh, I'm sorry hon." Her eyes seemed distance then she blushed out of nowhere which made me want to leave the room.

"So when do I get to meet him?"

"We're not dating!" I thought sadly, "yet…" I whispered, she thankfully didn't hear it. Still caught up in her fantasies of Edward.

"Oh, how do you feel about moving in with the Cullens?" She asked.

"Um…"

She saw my hesitation and went quickly to patch it up. "I-I mean if you're ok with it, I just asked because I thought there might be too many painful memories here."

"No, Mom it's alright, I mean you're right; it would be nice to get away from here." She sighed in relief.

"Well ok, do you think we could move say… in a week?" Whoa.

"Wait, what? A week?"

"Yeah well they want us to move in fast…"

"But what's the rush?"

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "Exactly what I thought, but I have a theory. Edward is so protective of us, so I wouldn't be surprised if he wants us out before the newest generation of werewolves come in."

"But… I thought we were all good with the pack? I thought it was ok."

"Well, I bet his logic is telling him that he "doesn't want to risk it". Because werewolves -especially young werewolves- are unstable."

"Ok, well let's humor him… will I still be able to go to school in La Push?!" I asked desperately.

She faltered. "Well… no, you will go to Forks Junior High." She said sheepishly.

"Mom, I-I don't want to switch schools! I like it here, I mean I can't leave…"

"Why the sudden change of heart? Would it have to do with that boy… Dean was it?"

I turned my head away, how did Mom's always know these things? She laughed and ruffled my hair.

"Well if you don't want to, we don't have to." She grinned.

I gasped. "You tricked me!"

"I knew I was right- you really do like him."

I sighed in defeat; I loved him.

"I love him Mom." I whispered. I heard her gasp lightly; I could just picture her face.

"Lizzy, you can't know that yet-"

"Mom, I do. I really do."

I felt her rest her hand on my shoulder. "How do you know he's the one?"

"How did you know Edward was the one?"

"That's different…"

"Tell me what's so different about it?"

"Edward is a vampire."

"So? What if it turned out that…?" I searched for some kind of angle. "That Dean was a werewolf? How would you feel?" I questioned hypothetically.

"Well, I'd uh- well it would depend on if he imprinted or not."

"Seriously Mom imprinting? That's only a legend."

"Not really… Uncle Sam imprinted on Aunt Emily, Uncle Jared imprinted on Aunt Kim, Uncle Quil imprinted on Aunt Claire… is anything a myth anymore?" She asked more to herself.

"T-they did?"

"Yeah. So back to my original point- I would definitely feel more comfortable with him if -IF- he were werewolf and he imprinted on you. But I wouldn't be too comfortable with my thirteen year old girl being in love."

"My birthday is in a month." I added.

"Yes but you'd still be barely fourteen sweetie." She kissed my forehead and left the room, leaving me to my thoughts as I got ready for school.

I dressed got dressed in the new outfit Aunt Alice bought me; I hoped Dean wouldn't save me in my gym clothes- like last time. I giggled to myself at the thought of him saving me- which scared the crap out of me. Since when did I want someone to save me? Sigh. I suppose love did this to you.

When I got to school I went through my routine of looking for Dean, and he was always there to my pleasure. I saw him walking on the sidewalk up to the school building; I took a risk and jogged up to him.

"Hey Dean." I said when I caught up and adjusted to his super fast pace.

He turned and gasped a bit- I wondered why he always did that, but it was slightly flattering. To dream that he actually liked me.

"H-hey." He stammered, he was so cute when he did that! Ugh… I was so obsessed.

"So er… thanks for saving me from… coach." My dream came back to me and I winced.

"No problem." He seemed a bit troubled.

"Well…" The obnoxiously loud bells' ring filled the school yard.

"I'll see you later, Dean."

"See ya."His hand brought his hand up, and it was about five inches away from my face when he faltered and walked away- unwillingly, as it seemed to me-.

I strode to my locker, a bit sad that he didn't do whatever he was about to do.

I opened it and another note fell out; this was starting to become a routine.

My heart quickened as I held the little piece of folded paper in my hands.

I unfolded it and read each word carefully.

Meet me in the music room during lunch.

I looked up at the ceiling and imagined god there and whispered "thank you". I squealed a bit and closed my locker, placing the note in my pocket.

When lunchtime came I slipped into the music room and waited. I felt a blazing hot hand come down on my shoulder. I turned around and my heart felt whole again.

"Dean." I breathed.

"There's something we need to talk about." He said stiffly; oh no. He must have noticed my stalkerish attitude; ugh I'm such an effing idiot!

"Look Dean I-"

"Please," He breathed shakily. "Let me talk." I was silent immediately.

"Look," He took a deep breath. "This isn't going to be easy for me, you're smart enough to know guys' don't like to show their feelings and all that crap but…" He trailed off; he closed his eyes and took another breath. My heart swelled at the hope that he might like me.

"Ok well…" he seemed frustrated. "Do you know the Quileute legends?"

"Sure, of course I do."

"Well you know how we're supposedly descended from…. Wolves?" Yeah and as it turns out all of those are true and I'm related to all of the werewolves in the pack, oh and did I mention my Dad was a wolf? These weren't just things I could reveal up front.

"Uh-huh…" I said hesitantly.

"Well uh…" he started playing with his fingers; I yearned for him to play with my fingers.

"Dean, just spit it out, I can handle it." The suspense was becoming too much for me.

Determination dominated his eyes and he took my hands in his.

"Lizzy. I love you; more than love you, I-I've imprinted." Holy freakin crap. H-he loved me? Tears gathered in my eyes as I repeated the words in my head. But wait, he imprinted?

"I thought only wolves could imprint." I told him.

"Yeah." He didn't say anything else.

It took me a second for it to click in my head.

Werewolf. Dean was a werewolf. He was part of the new generation of wolves Mom was telling me about. The trembling… the heat… the hearing… the… everything. Oh. My. God.

"Werewolf?" I whispered. He nodded.

He was a werewolf; my love was a werewolf. I loved him but could I really love someone who was the same creature as my father?

I looked up into his eyes and saw nothing but endearment –aside from the worry- and I had my answer. I damn well could -do- love a werewolf. Dean. He told me he loved me, and I loved him, the only thing keeping me and him from being together- at this point- was myself.

"I…" How many times had I dreamed of him admitting his love for me? Too many to count.

"It's ok. I get it." He started to get up, his shoulders slumped forward and I thought I saw a tear form in the corner of his eye. No. There was no way I was going to let him go when I finally have him.

I stood up after him –I wasn't sure which part of me encouraged this decision, my wants or my logic- but it didn't matter why I did it; the only thing that mattered is that I did do it.

I grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around; shock was plain on his face, and I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot, it was now or never. I squeezed my eyes shut, stood on my tip toes and crashed my lips to his.

XP CLIFFY! Ok well I stopped here because I desperately need some opinions… I'm not sure what ya'll will think of it. –crosses fingers-