Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight universe, Stephenie Meyer does.

And pretty much all other characters, including Freddie and Maribel, belong to the universe created by the talented yay4shanghai! She is amazing, and you'll have to read her stories to understand this. I want to thank her for allowing me to write this, and also helping by betaing it.

I also recommend you read the other spin-offs by liljenrocks, ari11990, AsagariMelody, Guzhong, twihardcaligurl, Dll10, and intiMACYx33. They're great, and worth reading!

This story takes place during 100 Years of Solitude... Okay, Maybe Just Five. Also, this part of the story takes place in Ecuador, therefore the characters are all speaking Spanish.

Kisses to my fab beta, yay4shanghai!

Chapter Eight – Being Confused and Other Emotions I Don't Enjoy

August 5th 2038 – August 7th 2038

I couldn't get Freddie out of my mind he consumed each thought I had. All I could think of was his deep, rough voice, his bulging muscles. His smile, which had shown only a few times, it was small and blinding, his lips curving up in a small motion before smoothing out.

I couldn't pay attention to my lessons or my mother all day. I wanted him to be there, with me, every second. I could almost feel him, when I knew he was watching. He didn't mention anything about watching me, and I didn't ask.

I knew though, because I could feel the slight tugging around my navel area whenever he was in the room, leading right to him. I felt it all the time in broad daylight. I would search for him endlessly, trying to catch a glimpse of Freddie.

He drew me in; he made me feel safe, the longer we were apart the more I craved to be held in his arms. I did not know him very well, only for a few days, but there was so much of me telling me to trust him. The rational part of me was screaming at myself to think about how I might regret trusting him…

There were so many questions that remained unanswered about him. Imprinting was what he called our connection, and I couldn't stop myself from believing him, I reminded myself of the pull to him again, the trust I felt in him with every move he made.

I saw with my own eyes that he was a werewolf… I still didn't understand why I wasn't more afraid of him. He exploded into a dangerous, huge creature that could kill me so easily. But he seemed so human, so compassionate and caring and intelligent.

I look in his eyes and felt adored and special, they invite me in and I get lost, but I'm lost in a field of chocolate flowers.

He didn't scare me at all, no the thing I was scared about was him alone. It was the thought of not feeling that safety and warmth anymore that scared me. It petrified me to ponder him leaving, not seeing him at night anymore.

Though I figured rather quickly that he would have to leave me some day; Freddie seemed like a free soul. He wouldn't want to see me at night only, his whole world revolving around sneaking in and finding a way to see me more.

If he took me to where he grew up, eh… La Push, he would be able to pursue whatever he wanted. He wouldn't have to worry about me at all; we could see each other for the majority of the day.

I knew with his intelligence that he would find a way to get me out of the yard, and get me to America. I myself don't know how he would be able to do it, but I believed in him more than I had ever believed in anybody else.

But at the idea of leaving, guilt consumed me. Two single people poured into my brain: mother and father.

Father would be upset beyond measure; he would pour every ounce of his energy into trying to find me. He would work himself to death very literally, to try and get me back. My father was strong though, he would be able to deal with it eventually. I would never be able to come back if I left, they would never leave my side, hold onto me forever.

But leaving my mother forever was so dreadfully painful to think about that my knees buckled just having the brief thought cross my mind. She was not my father, she was delicate and I don't know how she would be able to get through it.

She was in her mid-thirties, so another child to replace me wasn't completely out of the question, but I dismissed the idea right away. My mother often mentioned she hated being pregnant and would never do it again… I also knew she would never be able to replace me with anybody. She so often told me I was her special flower, an angel that God granted her specially. She would be too haunted to even think of having another, and the idea was preposterous anyway.

I was stuck, caught in the middle of two needs, the need for happiness, for freedom and warmth, and the need for family and love and a sense of belonging with the woman who raised me to be the woman I would one day become.

I tried my hardest to think of pros and a con for each choice, but this isn't the kind of thing where you could list pros and cons and expect for the thing with the most pros to work for you. Both decisions would ultimately be painful.

But when Freddie climbed into my window each night, all unhappiness wavered away from me, he was my solution, it seemed, and I knew that I would be miserable without being with him. I knew the only choice that would put me at even just a little peace would be to go to America with him.

I tried not to think of the fact that my mother would be crushed beyond comprehension… I hoped with every part of me that she could get over it. I wished on fifty stars that night that she would find as much happiness with me as I would hopefully find with Freddie.

So I finally gathered my courage one night and asked him, asked him if he would take me away and we could be with each other all the time and not have to worry about anybody else.

And the two words that popped out of his mouth filled me with such joy I almost squealed and leaped in the air; of course.

"Are you sure?" I whispered to him silently in Spanish. He looked at me, grinned one of his gorgeous smiles, and nodded.

"Mari, I'm surer of this than of anything else. Tell me when, and I can schedule it right away, I can organize anything," he promised, a smile still lighting up his face. I noticed that the corner of his eyes kind of crinkled when his grin stretched really wide.

"Thank you, so much. You do not know how much this means to me!" I sang, hugging him tightly. I didn't let go though, instead I climbed on his lap and let him hold me. His heat was comforting, like home. I fit perfectly into his arms, like he was molded for my shape and I sighed contentedly.

"I think I want to leave in about ten days or so…" I whispered, trying to keep the slight edge of sadness in my voice. I think Freddie noticed though, because he pulled me tighter against his chest, smoothing my wild hair over my head.

"So soon?"He murmured in a concerned tone. I nodded, clasping my hands together.

It was getting darker and darker, the moon was dim and almost no light was glinting in the room. I liked the dark, it was filled with the unknown, and I didn't have to face my fears because I couldn't see them.

"Yes, we should do this quickly. I don't want anyone to get too suspicious… But I also want to spend some final time with my parents." Freddie looked at me guiltily and I blanched.

"Don't worry, Freddie… this was my choice. I decided that I wanted to be with you in… um, La Puck?"

"La Push, Mari," he smirked. He was amused by me, and I beamed at that. I wanted to make him as happy as possible.

We didn't talk much after that, he rocked me gently and I pressed my head to his chest, listening peacefully to his heartbeat. I was almost asleep when I felt him shift, and stand. He gently laid me on my bed, pulling my sheet to my chest before kissing my hair.

My eyes were closed, but I felt every move he made. When I heard his footsteps, I realized he was going to leave and the thought had my heart beating painfully, my throat tightening agonizingly.

"Don't…" I murmured, my voice soft as I was already half asleep. Freddie chuckled, bending down next to me to rub my shoulder.

"Shh, sweetheart! I'll be back tomorrow, I promise." I barely heard his words before letting sleep overcome me.

"Maribel! Ju get up right now! Your mama is vwaiting downstairs for you!" Ms. Rose's sharp voice woke me up as she pulled the curtains open, letting the blaring light of the sun shine through. I squinted against the light, holding my hand as a shield against my eyes.

"Ms. Rose, you don't have to wake me up in English…" I mumbled in Spanish myself, rubbing my eyes lazily. She snorted, crossing her arms as she laid an outfit across the bed for me.

"Please, darling, ju need all the practice ju can get!" she laughed, throwing her head back before bowing out of my room.

As her words ran through my head, I flushed in embarrassment. She was right, I was going to America, and therefore I should probably get a head start on the language.

My stomach churned as I uneasily stood, balancing myself as I stepped through my outfit, which was a cotton red sundress with petite blue sandals. I had surprisingly small feet, a size five, compared to my mother who was a size 9 and a half.

The day passed without suspicion or complication from my mother, I tried to act as normal and fine as possible while also trying to spend as much time with her as possible. I focused hard on my studies, especially English, which actually did make Ms. Rose curious. I was thankful that she didn't question my sudden change of heart.

I would miss Ms. Rose too, she had been a second mother to me since I was a young girl, and now I would lose her as well. At least I found some consolation that my mother would have a friend to lean on for a while.

As the clock read the end of the day, I paced my room wildly, not being able to lie down, just for a minute. I was already tingling with excitement, waiting for him to arrive.

He was about an hour early from our usual time when he did get there, but he explained he couldn't wait to see me either, he wanted to too badly.

I smiled at him, latching onto his waist as he sat next to me. "What do you want to do, sweetheart?" he murmured to me, and I looked at him crookedly.

"Just rock me some more, I love it. It's the best way to fall asleep," I whispered sweetly, and he melted before me, cradling me in his arms.

"Anything you want, Maribel," he whispered serenely.

The next morning was much like the last, Ms. Rose woke me and I had breakfast with mother. I was jittery though, the days I had left to spend with her had just ticked down to nine, and I could hardly get a handle on it.

Second thoughts already flooded my mind; I tried to think of excuses… I mean, my mother may do something drastic if she found I was gone.

What if they found out where Freddie took me? What would happen if father found where I was and wouldn't stop at anything to get me back? If that happened I knew I would never be able to see Freddie again, ever.

Yet, if we kept doing this, him sneaking in every night, maybe that would work! There would be no chance of father finding out because Freddie is so quick; he could be out the window in a second.

"Maribel! My, my darling, ju are so out of it today. Yesterday ju were so into vwhat we were doing! What's going on?" Ms. Rose interrupted my thoughts in a concerned voice, brushing hair out of my face.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Rose. I am trying my hardest very," I said honestly, and Ms. Rose chuckled.

"I am sure you are darling."

As she continued on, I couldn't stop myself from daydreaming more. I was bombarded with thoughts of my escape from Freddie.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, and in that second, I could feel his warm arms around me, feel everything about him, how much he loved me and I already couldn't help but love him, and all doubt vanished from my mind.

It was going to be him and me, and I would be able to thrive on that, that I was going to be able to learn and go places with my life.

And he helped me to get it, and my excitement grew.