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Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.
Diane Arbus

I own no one cept Myra.
I'm not sure how confusing this is for the rest of you, cause I sorta lost a couple betas along the way, but I just want to clear up, the person who Myra met in the woods was Jacob. Therefore, he's now a part of this story, and therefore he gets a POV.
Italic words are the ones Sam said earlier.
Sorry, my sickness is really making me doubt my ablilty to clearly communicate these things through the story.

One last IMPORTANT thing; I'm going away this week so I won't be updating. Also; When I started posting this story I had 9 chapters written. Now, I have only 11 chapters written. I've fallen behind like crazy. I really need your support, now more than ever, to inspire me to continue writing this story. Please let me know what you think. Please review.

Jacob's POV

You need to talk to your imprint.

"Hey Myra. I uh... need to talk to you." Maybe if I framed my words around the ones Sam had spoken to me earlier, this would be easier.

"Kay, sure. What's up?

You've got to tell her.

"I've got to tell you something."

"Oh, me first."

You have to tell her about Jared.

"Something about Jared."

"Me too! I've got awesome news." So far so good.

This stupid little charade you've got going on isn't working anymore. She's making you miserable, Jared miserable, his imprint miserable, and, most importantly, me miserable. I'd leave that part out. You're not allowed to spy on Jared with Myra anymore.

"I can't spy on Jared with you anymore." We'd been out watching him almost every night sicnce we'd met. Every night since I'd seen her spying on Jared in the bushes.

"Jake, it's not spying, it's- you know, it doesn't even matter anymore. That's what I'm trying to tell you. We don't have-"

You're not meant to be friends, so you just don't have any 'friend chemistry'.

"I know; we don't have any friend chemistry."

"What?"

"We're not meant to be friends."

"Meant to? There is no 'meant to', there's only what is, and what isn't. And what are you even talking about?"

And she should know that she's not meant to be with Jared.

"And you should know that you're not- er... that is... I don't want you to keep going after Jared. I think that would be best for everyone."

"Excuse me?"

It's never going to happen if you don't man up. Your relationship with Myra is never going to happen if you don't man up.

"It's never gunna happen- no wait-"

"EXCUSE ME? Are you trying to tell me that I'm not good enough for him, or something? That I can't like whomever I want? That you have any influence over what I can and can't do? You have like...none, nope, nada, no spot in my life..." I could see her struggling for word until she finally settled on "so there."

The little Sam in my head was failing me. Scared of seeing her anger further, I let out a quiet "I thought I was your friend at least...Really? None?"

"No, don't you remember? We're not 'compatible' as friends, and now I guess I can see why."

I tried to tell her that I was just trying to help. And really I was, all I wanted to do was keep her from getting hurt, which was exactly what would happen if she further got her hopes up for a relationship with Jared.

"Really? You're trying to help me? How?"

I tried to keep my voice as level as possible, "I just know for a fact that there is no chance that Jared will ever ask you out. I'm 100% sure of it." I took a deep breath and naively waited for her to fall into my arms, crying about how I was right, how sad she was that we'd fought, how we should get together, and how, one day, we'd get married and have beautiful babies.

"You're sure? 100%?" There was skeptisizm in her voice, as if she thought she knew something that I didn't, but I just kept saying to myself 'Give it a minute to sink in, she'll realize you're right, that she's sad that you fought...yada yada'

"Yes, 100%." I reassured.

"Well then, I guess you're 100% stupid, because he already did." She turned around and walked away. Away from the bench where she's been sitting, away from my arms, and away from our beautiful babies.

Wait, he already did?

"Shit."