Hey! So…I shall try my hand at writing a fluff piece, Twilight Style. Jake/Ed pairing, so if you don't like it, don't read it. Hope you guys enjoy.


Jacob P.O.V.

I saw him just sitting there, his head in his hands, shoulders shuddering softly. I could just barely hear the nearly silent sobs wracking his lithe frame. It brought out an instinct that I had never felt before.

"Huh. I didn't think you were so perceptive." Sam noted drily. Oh, crap. I really need to stop doing that. Thinking aloud, I mean. The pack could pick up on your most intimate thoughts if you kept voicing them in your head. I sighed and laid myself on the ground, tucking my tail close to my body, watching him cry softly.

"Yeah, Jake. You haven't gotten whipped have you?" jested Embry. I merely growled in response.

"Oh, stop teasing him," admonished Seth. He was always there to back me up, even if it cost him loyalty points with the rest of the wolves. I buried my snout in my paws. I could sense them nearby, probably patrolling the border, or training with each other. They were supposed to be training to keep our treaty with the Cullen's relatively intact, but were to busy trying to dissect my life.

"Alright, ENOUGH GUYS!" shouted Sam. His alpha tone rang through my skull as the pack's chatter abruptly ceased. "Now. Everyone who is not Jacob or I will phase out this instant." I heard a collective grumbling as their thought trails disappeared one by one.

"Thank you," I whispered to him.

"No problem. I'll head over to your location now, okay? Judging by the emotions that I'm sensing within you, we need to have a talk." I heard him huffing as he trotted over the border and into the area of the forest not under the pack's control.

"Okay. Just, please, Sam, don't let him sense you. I don't want to scare him away." I looked at him, salty tears welling up in my eyes. I struggled to not burst out sobbing while conversing to my leader.

"Fine. But sooner or later, you're going to have to face the facts. You have imprinted on him, and seeing him so vulnerable like this is tearing your soul to pieces. You want to race to him. To hold him and rock him, telling him that everything is going to be all right. You feel a need to protect him, even if he is too naïve or unwilling to understand it." He paused, giving me a moment to wonder in amazement how me was able to condense all the emotions I was feeling into one tirade and describe them so accurately. Then it dawned on me.

"You felt this way with Emily, didn't you?" I asked him quietly. But I didn't dare press him further It was considered very disrespectful to ask an alpha about their personal imprinting experiences. So hearing Sam talk so openly about his bond with Emily made me look at him in a new light. He trusted me enough to bear his soul to me without ordering me to keep quiet about it.


"Does it always hurt this much?" I asked, before turning away from him, a tear dropping to the Earth beside me. I looked back once and saw him lean his head against a nearby tree, his golden eyes filled with sadness.

Sam didn't respond.

Edward P.O.V.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I scuffed my well-worn shoes on the forest floor, kicking myself mentally for believing she loved me. I sat down on the cold, damp ground, leaning my back against a rickety old tree, its frayed bark digging into my spine. Why? Why, after all I've done for her, would she dump me by the wayside like this? My mind is so scattered right now that I don't know what to think. At least I can still remember fondly the time when I really thought that I was in love with Bella Swan.

She was so…I don't know…entrancing, but in a different way. The way her eyes, so smooth and chocolatey-brown, would bore into mine, questioning and not in the least bit afraid. I had never before thought of falling in love with anyone before, especially since our family did its best to avoid any major social situations. Alice once told me that I was destined to fall in love, that I couldn't avoid it. I told her to shut it, and she subsequently slammed my hand into a nearby boulder, crushing the rock with pure strength. I since learned that I shouldn't fight with her about her visions. Pacifist, my ass.

But, anyway. Then came the day when she had figured out that my family and I weren't human. It was still seared in my brain, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get that moment out of my head.

"Are you afraid of me?" I whispered, stepping close to her, to scent the blood that sent tingles down my spine.

"No." Then her lips pressed against mine, feather-soft and full of hesitance. I thought this was what Alice had meant. Love . True love.

How it had all come tumbling down as she begged me to do the one thing that I refused her. I refused to change her into one of us. I told her how much I'd give to get rid of my immortality, and be dead. She seemed to think otherwise. I thought that it would be best for us to separate for a while, but it seemed that I had only driven her more madly in love.

It was all because of him. He showed up, comforting her in her time of desperation. And she followed him. Not that I hated werewolves. I just really didn't like them. Especially when they're sixteen, have the strength of three full-grown men, and are smitten with your girlfriend. I guess I just wasn't willing to give up this feeling that I thought I'd achieved with her. Huh?

I jolted myself out of my personal reverie when I heard a rustling sound to my left. I caught a faint whiff of dog, but I ignored it. I had after all chosen to break down feet away from the Quileute border. I sighed and rested my head on the tree, closing my eyes and listening. I heard the wind breezing through the trees, and a myriad of life occurring just inches from me. The forest was so full of life, not a single bit interested in what I was doing. And I was at peace. After a while though, I slowly stood up, brushed the dirt off my pants. It was time. Time to confront Bella, and ask her about it once and for all.

Me? Or Jake? And honestly, I didn't much care anymore.