A/N I found a picture of an actor the other day that I thought looked a lot like what I thought Danielle should look like. I don't know if I should put her picture up because some people want to have their own mental picture of what the main character looks like. I don't know... what do you want? Should I put it on my profile?

I am not Stephanie Meyer. I don't own Twilight.

PAUL'S POV

Michelle's mouth was hanging open and I tried not to bark a laugh.

The first time face is always the best laughed Jared.

Get out of my head. This is a private moment with me and my imprint!

I'll think about it.

JARED! I yelled.

Fine fine, but her expression is priceless. You better change back before she runs off screaming, suggested Jared.

I felt him phase out and I did the same so I could explain things to Michelle. She was still staring me as I put my shorts back on, her eyes wide.

"You're not saying anything," I said, "Is this bad?"

"Well… I… how… where... when… is… uh… how…" she didn't know what to say.

"Okay, um I'm just going to answer all of your unasked questions. I don't know how I can turn into a werewolf, I just do. All the guys in the 'La Push Gang' are werewolves, too. Oh and so is Leah. Our job as a werewolf is to protect the people from the Cold Ones, or vampires. I have never been on steroids and I don't plan on doing them. The werewolf gene makes us buff," I explained, "Did I miss anything? Oh yeah, I didn't tell you because I couldn't find the right time to do it and I was going to do it in a better way, but Casey had to go and ruin everything for me."

She still said nothing.

"Are you… alright?" I didn't understand what she was feeling.

"Er… yeah… this is… uh… a lot to take in. You said something about… vampires?" she asked slowly.

"Yeah, filthy bloodsuckers," I muttered, "Especially the Cullens. They're the reason all this happened in the first place."

"Wait, the Cullens are vampires?"

I nodded.

"But… I just saw Edward the other day and he seemed… normal," she stammered.

"Yeah, they only drink animal blood," I said disgustedly.

"I see," she whispered.

I kneeled down in front of her, "But this doesn't change anything. I mean, I'm still Paul," I said softly.

She nodded and wrapped her arms around me. I sighed in relief and picked her up.

"So when you said the werewolves would protect me from the vampires, you weren't kidding," she muttered into my shoulder.

"Yep," I said, popping the P.

She shuttered slightly.

"Don't worry, no vampires are going to get anywhere near you," I promised.

Her voice was so muffled by my shoulder that I couldn't make out what she said next, but it sounded something like "It's not me I'm worried about."

Then I remembered, I still had to tell her about imprinting. I didn't know how much more information she could take today, so I decided not to say anything, but as if on cue, she asked, "What's imprinting?"

I sighed, not knowing how to start, "Imprinting is… like… well it's a wolf thing and we see her for the first time, and then that girl is the only thing that matters. She's the one holding you down to earth, not gravity. And you can feel what she feels and you become her protector. Like love at first sight, but more powerful."

She was quiet for a minute, "Is it a common thing? I mean have a lot of you guys done it?"

"Yes."

She just nodded. I really wanted to know what she was thinking. She felt scared, but not by me. Not by anything that could physically hurt her at least. I sighed; I didn't want to bug her and try to force more than she was ready for. I carried her back to her house and gently laid her in her bed. I thought she was sleeping, but she mumbled "Night," when I wrapped her covers around her. I smiled and kissed her on the forehead before I left for the night.

"Is is Anna?"

"No."

"Is it Casey?"

"No."

"Is it Clair?"

"Nope."

"Is it Deb?"

"No."

"Is it Emily?"

"No, Michelle. I told you Emily's Sam's imprint. And Clair is Quil's."

"Oh yeah… Frank?"

"That's a boy."

"Hannah?"

"Nope."

"Haley?"

"No."

"Jenny?"

"Nope."

"Jenny M.?"

"No."

"Jenny Q? Jeez, how many Jenny's do you know?"

"Four. And it's none of them."

"Kim?"

"Paul's imprint."

"Kelly?"

"No."

"Leah?"

I snorted, "Definitely not."

Michelle groaned, "Mallory?"

"No."

"Michelle? Wait no that's me," she muttered to herself, little did she know, "Rachel?"

"No."

"Sarah?"

"Nope."

"Taylor?"

"No."

"Zana?"

"Who?"

"I don't know. It's your phone."

"Well, no."

"Paul, I've been through your whole contact list! Unless it's a guy, I had to have said it," Michelle complained.

"It's not a guy, Michelle. And I'm beginning to regret telling you I imprinted in the first place. This is getting annoying. And why do you care so much?" I was trying to act annoyed, but I was actually thrilled she wanted to know so badly.

"Because you're my friend. I want to know who your uh… soul mate is," she huffed.

"Well good luck finding out," I wasn't telling her specifically because I wanted her to find out for herself and not have me tell her. I wanted her to know that I imprinted on her because she could feel it, too.

She groaned and I looked over at her. We were in my truck on the way to school Monday morning. We would have walked, but it was raining.

"Are you sure it's not Leah?" she asked quietly.

"One hundred and ten percent," I muttered.

She threw my phone to me and I caught it swiftly.

"Later," she mumbled, grabbing her bag and walking to homeroom.

I sighed. I wanted to tell her so badly, but I knew this was the best way. Even if she was pissed.

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