AN

First off, I just want you to know how sorry I am for the cheesyness of the wording at the end of the first paragraph. You have no idea how long I tried to rewrite it. Oh, and sorry for how mean I am to Jared.
Thanks to all the aforemensioned gang. YOU ROCK! Also, big thanks to Japanesegirl388 and Hanski; you know what you did.
No one is mine except Myra.

Jared's POV

The moment on vacation when you forget what day of the week it is, nailing that perfect move in a board game, locking people out of the car and pretending to drive away, picking the perfect nacho off someone else's plate, using Rock-Paper-Scissors to settle anything, laughing so hard you start crying, when you open a book to the exact page you were looking for, drawing on steamy mirrors with your fingers, walking on grass with bare feet. Nothing compares to that moment when her arms relaxed, she set her head on my chest and just let the music move her feet.

I just wished I'd seen her face again before she ran out at the end of the song.

I had to tell someone or I might...I don't know. Explode? My heart felt like it was beating so fast it could give out any second, but that wasn't new as of tonight; just a wolf thing. On my way to Sam's, another wolf thing was brought to my attention, I started to hear another voice pop into my head; Paul.

'We've got trouble.'

'Really?' I tried not to let my fear show through the excitement. Although I've been a werewolf longer than Paul, he's somehow managed to be on the only two shifts where there was any kind of vampiric activity.

'No need to be afraid, I was just kidding. Nothing ever happens around here. Don't worry though; I'll protect you if anything ever does.'

Deciding I needed to pick my battles, and that fighting Paul's teasing wasn't all that important, I phased back, throwing my shorts on before heading in to Emily's.

"Hey Jared," she called from the kitchen, "are you hungry?"

What kind of a question was that? I was always hungry lately. My shrug as I entered the kitchen seemed to be a good enough response for her, because she put a plate stacked with a massive pile of hot dogs in front of me when I sat down.

"Leave some for the others," she implored before walking back into Sam's arms.

Their uncalled for PDA made me slightly uncomfortable, but also excited for the next time I would hold Kim-my beautiful wonderful perfect angel Kim-in my arms. The connection between Sam and Emily was anything but ordinary, and it gave me confidence for when I would face Kim-my gorgeous breathtaking faultless angel Kim-tomorrow.

"Hey, Jared?" said Sam, as though he had just noticed me.

"Umphur," I tried to respond, but my mouth was full of hotdog.

"What's that look? On your face."

My attempt at a response was cut off by Paul.

"He imprinted."

I was shocked that he'd figured it out. Sam seemed sort of pleased. Emily turned around and started the dishes, the talking of imprinting aloud still made her kind of uncomfortable. Embry remained in the corner chair, everything to do with wolves still made him uncomfortable. And Paul had a ridiculous grin on his face, like a five-year-old who just got to be the first on to jump out and yell SURPRISE at a birthday party.

"How'd you know?"

"Are you kidding? I was just in your head."

"Well," Sam cut in, but waited a few more seconds, as if he was deeply in thought, before continuing, "congratulations."

When I write these, they seem a lot longer than when I read them again later.

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