This songfic most likely is a two shot if enough people like it, though I may leave it as a one shot.

I don't own the song, the Script does and I don't own Twilight, SM does. So I don't own much here.

I would also like to thank Miss Mila for being an awesome beta and pointing out things I didn't even notice. :)

Italics=Flashback

Underlined Italics=Lyrics from song.

The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"

A feeling of utter despair was a constant emotion within me as I sat on the corner of a street, just outside of a little cafe, with a sleeping bag, pillow, a stash of food and a poster with her face on it. Bella.

It was completely stupid that I had to resort to this, but there was nothing else to do; I had tried everything else and she still wouldn't listen. So I was forced to sit on the sidewalk, showing every person who walked by my poster, asking if they could lead this girl to me if they run into her. Or better yet have Bella come by herself.

Sam was giving me hell for doing this and skipping out on my patrols, but the pain of her rejection left me with little life within myself. And I couldn't just move on, for she was my life now. I didn't care how much crap Sam would give me later. As long as I got Bella back.

I noticed a man walking out of the cafe holding a coffee mug, sipping at it as he walked away. And I couldn't help but remember how I met her vividly, and that only managed to pull more pain within my body.

I strolled down the streets of Port Angeles, heading into a small cafe to escape the weather. I had been dying to get out of La Push. In less than a day, what I had known in life had drastically changed. I had gone from thinking that all I had to worry about was upcoming tests and studying for finals.

The next thing I know, I've burst into a horse sized wolf, meant for killing vampires. All because I got pissed off at Paul...again. The stupid ass didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Even when he wasn't talking to someone face to face.

I just needed to get away, even if it was for half a day.

I sat down at a counter stool, resting the heels of my palms against my forehead, my fingers raking through my hair.

Vampires. They exist and a family of them live in Forks. Sam and I are the only ones who can enforce the treaty that our grandfathers created with them, while also keeping the nomads off our land and away from our people.

God, I don't want to be killing vampires for a living. I would have much rather escaped town, gone to a college away from La Push. I guess that wasn't going to happen anymore.

I sighed removing my hands from my forehead.

"Hello sir, may I take your order?"

I raised my head, looking at the waitress. "Uh, yeah, I'll just have a..." My voice trailed off as my eyes met hers. All my worries disappeared. Everything I had cared about just a moment ago washed away. All that held me to the earth now was the young woman standing in front of me, notebook in hand.

"Sir?"

I cleared my throat averting my eyes from her captivating brown ones. My eyes locked on her tag that read, "Bella."

"Yes, I'll have a coffee; black."

Bella smiled and nodded, walking away to get my order. Every step she took away from me hurt more than the last, tugging at my chest, as if she was trying to take my heart with her as she walked away.

Her exit wasn't as smooth as one would have expected. She tripped on seemingly flat ground, not managing to catch herself on the counter beside her. She did manage to use her hands to break her fall instead of slamming her face into the ground.

I shot up from my chair immediately, going over to help her up.

"Are you okay?" I asked crouching down beside her.

Bella blushed, a soft shade of red flooding her cheeks. I also heard her heart beat pick up due to my enhanced senses from the new wolf side of me. "Yeah," she whispered. "At least I didn't have any food in my hands." She laughed uneasily, pushing herself off the ground.

I stood offering her my hand.

She smiled, her blush deepening. "Thanks."

"No problem." I smiled back at her.

Bella turned her head away, tucking her dark brown hair behind her ear. "Uh, I'll get your coffee now." She hurried away, though she threw a quick look over her shoulder.

I returned to my seat, anxious for her to return, coffee be damned. I couldn't care less about the coffee. I'd much rather see her blush again or smile. Or both.

Damn, what the hell just happened to me? Why was I so obsessed with this girl I just met?

My eyes caught Bella's once again as she made her way back to me. Ah, I'm so screwed. There's no way I could deny her anything, even before I truly know her.

"Here's your coffee..." Bella said, placing the mug in front of me.

"Jared."

"Huh?" Bella paused.

"My name's Jared. It's nice to meet you, Bella." I smiled at her, offering her my hand.

"How do you know my name?" She asked, taking my hand warily.

I shook it then pointed to her name tag.

She looked down. "Oh, right." She blushed, "Sorry."

"It's fine." I was happy I got her to blush again.

I noticed movement from the corner of my eye and saw a man glaring in our direction from in the kitchen. "I won't keep you held up any longer and get you in trouble with your boss."

Bella looked towards the man too, though her face fell and she stared straight faced at the man. After a moment, she returned her attention back to me. "It was nice to meet you, Jared."

"Same to you. Try not to throw anyone's orders on the ground though."

Bella let out a quick laugh, before she walked over to another customer to take their order.

I approached Sam about what had happened to me in the cafe the next day and he told me it was imprinting. It was when the wolf inside us recognized our mate by looking into her eyes. It's an instant connection that would give her what she needed whether it be a brother, friend or lover. And it would be extremely hard for me to be away from her.

I found myself returning to that cafe every day, true to what Sam said about having trouble staying away from her. I was ordering a coffee and just watching Bella. After a few days of constantly returning, Bella recognized me and asked me how I was. If her manager wasn't looking and the cafe wasn't full, she would sit down and talk with me.

I learned a lot about Bella by our little chats, and with each bit of information I received, the more I fell in love with her. I learned that her last name was Swan and she was the Chief of Police's father, who just happened to be best friends with Billy. So she was familiar with La Push since she used to go by often to hang with Jacob Black when their fathers got together.

That was before she moved to Phoenix with her mother Renee. It was only when her mother remarried a minor league baseball player named Phil that she decided to move back, so her mother wouldn't feel so torn between the two of them.

I learned the most about Bella by watching her interact with other people though. It was all the small things she wasn't aware about. She appeared shy with a few of what seemed to be new customers, but all the regulars she seemed at home with, joking and laughing and guessing their orders before they made them. A few would trick her and order something different. She also stumbled multiple times daily and blushed almost twice that. She was kind with the children that came in with their parents and patient whenever a customer made a mess.

One day, about a month after I first came into the cafe I decided to try my luck at asking Bella out.

"So...do I get to spend some time with you outside of this cafe?" I asked as she grabbed a rag from the sink. It was close to closing time and it was just the two of us in the cafe. I stood up and grabbed a second rag, walking to the other side of the counter, beginning to wipe it down. She noticed what I was doing and started to protest. "I can't sit there watching you do all the work." I told her, interrupting her.

She closed her mouth focused on the counter she was working on, though I saw the corner of her lips turn up.

We worked in silence until we met in the middle. "So what do you say? Do I get to see you in something other than your work uniform? Not that I'm saying you look bad in your work uniform..."

Bella giggled slightly at my rambling, before covering my mouth with her hand. "I would love to go somewhere as friends. Charlie has been trying to get me out of the house for more than school and work."

My heart sank when she took the date as a purely friends get together, but I was over joyed with the yes she had given me. At the moment, I didn't care that she just wanted to be friends. I could wait for her, at least she didn't say no.

"Great, should I pick you up at five and we could go to a restaurant around here, or do you have a better idea?"

Bella shrugged. "Anything outside of Forks. Charlie takes me to the local diner way too often."

I smiled, "Great, I know just the place."

I barely held back the whimper of pain at the hope I had felt then, that she didn't like me more than a friend then, but she could, later. Now, I felt lucky if I'd ever get to talk to her again.

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke, just a broken hearten man
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do?
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

Each day that passed increased the pain in my chest more than the last did, knowing that Bella had yet to show up, and possibly-if I let my hopes up- tell me she chose me.

I beat myself up internally each day, knowing I should be happy that Bella was happy and be the proper supporting imprint. Her decision shouldn't affect me like this. The imprint shouldn't pain me in this way.

But it does, because her decision could ultimately put her life in danger and I knew I wanted no life without Bella in it. She chose my enemy over me. She chose eternal damnation, death, over the imprint, the life she's supposed to have as my mate. She chose a Cullen over me

I felt the anger surge through me once again. Everything we fought to protect our people from. Everything I fought to protect her from. And that's what she chose.

"Here sir, will this help you?" I met the eyes of a woman, in her twenty's blond hair and kind blue eyes, with a glare. In her hand was a twenty dollar bill.

"I don't want money," I snarled out. I felt bad for being rude to the woman, but in the moment, the anger I felt towards myself and Cullen was unfortunately getting piled out on her.

The woman looked offended with my response. "You don't have to be so rude. I just wanted to help. What is it you want, if it's not money?"

I grabbed my sign tighter and shoved it in her face. "Does this read 'I need money'? No, I'm waiting for a girl. The girl on the poster."

"Why don't you just call her or go to her house?" The woman asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Do you think I haven't already tried that?" I demanded.

"So you sit out on a random corner, hoping for her to pass by? Or that some strangers will see her and tell her you're waiting?"

"This isn't some random corner!" I snapped. My anger kept rising and I knew if I didn't calm down now, all these civilians will have a great huge angry wolf on their hands. "This is where we first met," I motioned to the cafe next to me. "This is where she used to work. If she wants me, this is where I'll be."

The woman slapped her hand against her forehead. "Shouldn't you just stay home? Isn't that going to be the first place she looks?"

"She seems to have a...restriction for coming anywhere near my house." My body was shaking as I thought of how Cullen was keeping her away from the reservation at all costs. Even if it meant watching her every second of the day.

"For God's sake! Fight for her then! Go to her and don't leave until she listens to you. If you truly love her, fight for her!" With that final statement, the woman left.

I was still shaking even after she left. Though, once I focused my attention on calming down, I was once again consumed with grief.

'Cause if one day you wake up find that your missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'd come back to the place that we'd meet
You'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving

Once again, I was back to leaning against the wall of the cafe, watching everyone pass by, looking at me like I had a disease or with a look of pity. I ignored both, hoping to catch sight of Bella. Each flash of brown hair, each pair of brown eyes, I saw Bella. I saw her anger as she ran away from me, I saw her love as she talked about Cullen, I saw her frustration as I tried to reason with her and I saw the look of hatred as she slammed the door in my face multiple times.

But I also saw the way she would smile and laugh with me when we were together, I saw the look of love and caring I saw when she thought I wasn't looking. I saw the countless times we kissed. I saw her joking and pulling pranks with the others of the pack.

These random strangers thought I was a creeper, I could feel it.

As I sat, I remembered a time when I thought nothing could go wrong, I thought everything was perfect.

We lay together on First Beach, her hand clasped tightly in mine as we stared up at the clouds.

"I quit my job at the cafe."

I turned my head to face her, seeing her eyes cloud with worry. "Why?"

Bella seemed to calm down when I didn't burst into a fit of anger. "I got a job at a bakery; I can actually bake the food, instead of serve it. Plus, I make a little more money."

"Bella, that's great!"

Bella beamed. "I know, I was ecstatic when they offered me the job, though, I would never have gotten it if Emily didn't force me to bake for that fair. I was just worried you'd be mad that I quit at our cafe."

I shook my head. "Bella I could never get mad at that. I can tell already, you like this job better and you haven't even started yet. Just because you don't work there doesn't mean we can't go there anymore."

"I guess you're right. Hey, that cloud looks like a hippo," Bella said, pointing up at the sky.

I looked up to where her finger was pointing. I noticed the hippo before the wind changed its appearance. "Now it looks like a wolf."

Bella laughed, "A hippo changing into a wolf. Who would have guessed?"

I sat up on my elbow, focusing my attention on her face again. "Who would have guessed a human could change into a horse sized wolf?"

Bella's brown eyes met mine. "Well, I think I'd much rather prefer the company of the humans changing into horsed sized wolves. I hear they're very sociable."

I grinned. "Really? I might have to meet those wolves. They sound like great people." I leaned closer to Bella so my body was hovering over her right side, my left hand still clasped around hers.

"Mmmhmm," Bella bit her lip. She reached her hand out until her fingers were grazing my cheek. "I think one of them is pretty hot."

"I might just have to have a little talk with that guy," I teased, faking jealousy

Bella shook her head, her eyes mirroring my teasing. "Nah, I don't think that's necessary. I already have my eyes on someone else."

"And who might that be?" I asked, moving so my whole body hovered over hers.

Bella didn't respond, instead she leaned up, her lips pressing against mine.

"Hey, lovebirds! We're trying to get ready for the bonfire tonight! Either come help out or get a room."

We pulled away and I growled. "You know just how to ruin a moment, don't you Paul?" I turned to see the bugger smirk.

"I try my hardest."

I rolled my eyes but stood up, offering my hand to Bella. She took it with a smile, though a blush graced her cheeks from Paul's interruption.

"Doesn't this give you a sense of déjà vu?" I rested my hand against her flushed cheek.

"I didn't fall down that time, though. I sat down willingly," Bella argued.

"Is that going to be your new excuse?" Bella opened her mouth the reply when Paul cut her off.

"Get moving, will ya?"

Looking relieved, Bella took a step forward. I caught her arm, leaning my head next to her ear. "Saved by the bell this time." Bella blush deepened and I laughed as she walked away, me not far behind.

That was before Cullen took an interest in her and dazzled her into 'loving' him. He knew about imprints. He knew Bella was my mate, not his, yet he still took her away from me. If I ever got the chance, I'd kill the bastard, treaty be damned.

Policeman says, "Son you can't stay here"
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

Time passed without my acknowledgement. It was only when I got approached by a police officer that I even began to think of the amount of time that I spent sitting on this corner. And the amount of time Bella has ignored me.

"Son, I've been getting some reports of a man sitting on a street corner and not moving. Whatever point you're trying to make has been made, go home."

My head snapped up at the familiar voice I hadn't heard since that night that Charlie told me Bella didn't want to see me.

"Charlie."

Charlie was taken aback, once he recognized me, shaking his head, making sure that it really was me. "Jared? What are you doing here? I thought you were still down in La Push?"

I shook my head. "Had no need to be down there. Not getting anywhere with what I want."

Charlie sighed. "So you wait here in the streets for Bella? I don't like her with...Edwin is it?"

I shrugged. "I couldn't care less about his name either."

Charlie smirked. "Yes, well you know I don't care much about that boy and if it were my choice, I'd have her choose you. But it's Bella's choice and for whatever reason, she chose that Cullen boy. As her father, and her friend, we have to respect her decision. And sitting down here in the rain and the occasional sun isn't worth it. It's not going to change her mind."

I kept my face a passive as possible, trying not to let on how much his words cut deep. For all I know, Bella might have known I'm sitting here waiting for her, and she's just ignoring me. She could still be mad. He was right, I should be her friend and support her, and again, I would, had she not made that decision. I could not support her being with a leech. If it were any other decision, I would be behind her a hundred percent.

"What if it is completely the wrong decision, Charlie?" I gave him a forceful look, one he couldn't fully understand the meaning behind.

"Then if there is a fall back, we should be there to support her."

"Even if it can be prevented?"

Charlie didn't respond, instead, he returned to his tactic of getting me to move. "Jared, you have to move. Go home. This isn't accomplishing anything."

I shook my head, "I can't Charlie. Not until she comes by. If you want me to leave sooner, can you at least tell Bella? So she knows? And it's not like I'm bothering anybody, all I'm doing is camping out on a side walk, not attacking everyone who walks by."

Charlie sighed. "Fine, I'll leave it for now. But one comment of you attacking the civilians and I'm kicking you off the streets."

I nodded, "Fair enough."

I was once again alone with my thoughts.

'Cause If one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,
I'm not moving, I'm not moving

"Jared, I'm choosing him."

Such a simple sentence that held so much power and emotion. She sounded so frustrated as she said it, causing her words to cut deep. My chest burned and my heart tugged painfully. Breathing was becoming more difficult.

I looked down at Bella with all my conflicting emotion. "You're choosing the leech?" I asked, speaking each word slowly, pronouncing each syllable.

Bella threw her hands up, showing her annoyance. "Yes! How many times are you going to make me say it?"

I stepped closer to her, but she stepped back. She matched each of my advances with a retreat until her back hit the brick wall of her house. Her eyes were downcast, and she was biting her lip.

I leaned my face in. "So the past two years have meant nothing to you? The imprint doesn't affect you?"

Bella held my gaze steady. "Of course it meant something to me, then. Now I care about him. I love him. He loves me too."

"He can't love you as unconditionally as I can. He has the decision to leave you. I won't. You aren't the only option for him. You are for me Bella. You can't reject the imprint after you've accepted it. There is no undo button in life." I moved my face in until our noses touched. Bella tried to move away, but I rested both my arms on either side of her head.

"I'm sorry you had to be stuck with me Jared. But I don't care about you as much as I do him."

I winced, "So you're just going to live with him, as you age and he's just going to stay the same. That's going to be your choice?" I demanded.

Bella's eyes left mine again as she mumbled, "I'm not staying human."

The wolf inside me roared. My hand slammed against the brick beside her head. Bella flinched. I could feel my body tremble with the rage that my mate was willing to die and become a bloodsucking leech, all for a man that would leave her in a second once he found something better. And Bella wouldn't be able to change back.

"At least you won't have to worry about the imprint then, you can move on with your life."

My body trembled. "You. Are. The. Only. One. You die, I die. You die when you become a leech Bella. You don't live, you exist in a dead unchanging body and there's no turning back." I could feel the growls bubbling in my chest.

Bella was trembling herself, but out of fear. She feared me. My trembling slowed a little bit.

The overwhelming sickly sweet smell of vampire overwhelmed my nose, warning me of Edward's presence and had me trembling all over again. "I think you should back away from her now," Edward warned.

"I don't give a damn what you think, Eddie. I'm not going to hurt her, she is my mate after all." I said looking at him over my shoulder.

"Jared, do what Edward says. Get away from me." Bella said, putting her hands on my shoulders to push me away, but she barely made me flinch.

"God damn it, Jared! Aren't you supposed to support me and be what I need; brother, friend or lover? Right now, I want you to be my friend. Why won't you accept that?"

"My need to be your protector over rides any of those. Your safety comes first. Even if it means you hate me afterwards. As long as you're alive." I looked into her eyes, trying to get the point across to her that Edward was dangerous.

I cold hand slammed down on my shoulder, making me break my gaze with Bella.

"Get...your hand...off...me." I snarled.

"Get away from Bella." He responded.

I smirked, "See Bella? He won't even call you his girlfriend."

That sent Edward into a frenzy, gripping my shoulder tighter. "Bella, move." I told her as I removed my other arm from the wall. She thankfully listened to me. I shifted the second she was not in any range for me to hurt her.

My change caused Edward to drop his hand from my shoulder so it would remained attached. We began to circle each other immediately, each waiting for a sign of the other's guard going down.

"Stop it! Stop it both of you!" Bella yelled, jumping between the two of us, her back facing Edward.

"Jared, calm yourself, you have no right to insult Edward and you aren't going to change my decision. So stop acting like a child that didn't get a candy bar and grow up," Bella told me sternly.

The smug grin on Edwards face made me growl.

"Stop it!" Bella chastised again, not even looking behind her to see the reason for my growl, her own assumptions already made.

"I suggest you leave, Jared, and don't come back. I'd say until you can accept my decision, but I know you won't. So save everyone the pain and just stay away."

The rejection tore through me like my blood was turning to ice, flowing through my veins, before hitting my heart last, jabbing it with a huge icicle. I hung my head and my legs began to buckle. I could also feel the beginning of tears, but I fought those back. I would not cry, though a whine escaped my muzzle without my consent.

With all the strength I could muster, I steadied my legs and ran into the forest, not even glancing behind me at the mate that did not want me.

People talk about a guy whose waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes, but a big hole in his world

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cause you'll know it's just for you

After a while every person that passed was gossiping to the ones they were walking with about me and who I was waiting for. I was hoping word would get around quickly, for more time was passing then I thought and each day could be closer to Bella making the worst decision of her life.

In the predicament I was in, night was my favourite time. It was the time I'd dream that I had made enough commotion that the news would take notice and I'd end up on the TV with my own story. Bella would just happen to be watching the news at the time, and she'd see me. She would be so surprised to see me and felt so touched by my actions that she would immediately race over to Port Angeles to see me in the flesh.

I always dreamt that she would apologize and say that she was wrong, that she didn't want Edward and she wanted me, not just because of the imprint, but because she truly loved me, like I loved her. The dream always ended up with us kissing as our way of making up.

When I'd wake up in the morning, the dream felt so real, that I'd be looking around desperately for Bella. Or even question why I was waiting, when Bella already wanted me back.

It was those mornings I hated the most, when reality crashed back in.

I'm the man who can't be moved

I'm the man who can't be moved

I made a name for myself though, among everyone who passed me. Even all the new faces seemed to refer to me as 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved'. Once again, I hoped that this would be another way for the information to reach Bella, so she could rush over here and prove to me my dreams aren't only just dreams.

Or, Bella could already know about me waiting for her and she's just choosing not to visit me.

That thought caused a sharp jerk in my chest. I grunted and a few passers-by looked at me funny, not that I cared anymore. I just wanted Bella.

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be

Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet

And you'll see me waiting for you one the corner of the street

My wishes were answered a few weeks later.

I was leaning against the cafe walls as per usual, holding up my sign, when I saw an angel walk towards me; my angel.

My eyes glued onto her frame, drinking her in greedily, missing the sight of her. My memories didn't do her justice. The tugging in my chest was also receding for the first time in months with every step closer Bella took. She was freeing me of my pain, and she wasn't even aware of it.

Her eyes met mine once she had crossed the street and was on the corner. I stared long into the eyes that captured me from the first look. Her eyes were the same chocolate brown they were when I saw them months ago, even her uneven mouth was the same.

She stopped in front of me and stood there, her hands on her hips.

"Bella," I whispered.

The crowd around us stopped, watching us intently. This was the confrontation everyone was waiting for; for the Man Who Can't Be Moved to finally meet the one he was waiting for.

"Jared." Her voice sounded different. It sounded weak, like she hadn't used it much these past months, something I knew was false. A swell of hope rose within me. Maybe she had been feeling all the pain I was. "I see you've been waiting a while."

I nodded, though the softness in her voice was worrying me now. "I figured this was the best place to wait since you don't have a particular liking for La Push."

Bella bit her lip nodding, "I'm sorry it took me a while to get here, I've been busy lately."

"Spending time with Cullen, I presume? Was he not letting you come to me?"

Bella sighed, "You still haven't accepted my decision. I love him, Jared. So this meeting isn't one where we can kiss and make up. Your opinions haven't changed and neither have mine."

"My opinions have a solid base of why I'm sticking to them, and you know it. Your just too blinded by the shiny gifts Cullen hangs in front of your face for you to see your unstable opinion. He's giving you empty promises, fake love and a controlling lifestyle that's just the way he wants. He's only after one thing Bella and you know what it is."You're blood, I added silently."But does he even consider what you want? Have you even been to La Push lately to see any of the guys?"

"He does consider what I want. He's letting me come to you to give the reason my opinion is thoroughly stable." She threw a letter in my lap.

I ignored the letter. "Oh, he's letting you? You have a right to a free will Bella."

"Oh really? Then why are you trying to force me out of a relationship with Edward and in one with you?" Bella's eyes narrowed and her hands tightened on her hips.

"You know that relationship is dangerous! I'm merely looking out for your safety. And when have I ever forced you into a relationship with me? I never forced you on that date two years ago, I never forced you to kiss me. I never forced my will on you. I didn't force you into seeing me. I waited. I waited for you to make the choice. Does he even let you make a decision? You've been dazzled by him, Bella. The Bella I knew two years ago would not get dazzled."

"That Bella's gone, Jared, whether you like it or not and the new Bella wants Edward. Why can't you put your petty rivalries aside and accept that?"

My eyes narrowed. "Petty rivalries?" She knew what went on between the Cullens and the pack was more than a petty rivalry.

"Yes, petty rivalries." She turned to walk away.

"Just let me ask you one last thing, would Cullen sit on a street corner waiting for you? Would he care enough to remember the first place you met? Or does he rush you and seem to forget what you truly care about? Do you even remember what you truly care about any more?"

Bella paused, letting my words sink in. "Good bye Jared. I'll see you on the 19th if you decide to come."

Just like that she walked away from me, leaving me on the corner, and giving back all the pain she had briefly taken away.

All my waiting, led to nothing.

So I'm not moving

('Cause if one day you wake and find that you're missing me)

I'm not moving

(And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be)

I'm not moving

(Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place we'd meet)

I'm not moving

(And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street)

The crowd stood around a few moments longer, seemingly waiting for me to open the letter Bella threw in my lap.

I inspected the fancy penmanship on the front of the envelope before slowly opening.

It was a wedding invitation, that was dated for just under three weeks from now.

Anger ran through my veins, and every second I stare at the sheet of paper, the harder my body shook. I knew I had to get away from all the eyes before I phased. I'm pretty sure nothing could calm me down in that moment.

I dropped the letter and left everything where it was, as I rushed out of the public eye.

Unfortunately, there was no forest close enough for me to phase in, so I was left with a dark deserted alley.

As soon as I was hidden from anyone who could pass by, I didn't fight it off anymore-though I remembered to take off my shorts first so I would have something to change back into later. My wolf came tearing out. Though it wanted to growl and whine and hunt down Edward Cullen and end his unnatural existence, I couldn't, not in the city. Not with the threat of someone seeing.

Much to my dismay, I was not alone with my thoughts; Jake, Sam and Paul were also phased.

Sam barely got the chance to get a word in before my memories came tumbling out for the lot of them to see.

"She's marrying the leech?" Jacob yelled, infuriated. "The bastard knows about our imprinting and he still goes after an imprint? He is so dead." The volume of his thoughts was giving me a headache combined with my own anger. But I was happy that Jacob cared so much about her, as a friend.

"After four months, she comes back just so she can give you the wedding invitation?" Paul asked. "That's low. That RSVP date on the letter?"

"Yeah?"

"Dude, that was a week ago."

I swore as I ran into an alley wall, the only thing I could take my anger out on without making too much of a ruckus, not counting the dent I made in the wall. "So convenient that the leech let her give me the invitation after I wasn't allowed to say I could or couldn't go." I growled low enough so no humans who happened to pass by would hear, expressing my anger. After a moment, I sighed. "I'm out. I'm going to wallow in self-pity without the annoying little voices in my head. And here I thought imprinting was supposed to be a miracle for us."

"So you didn't manage to rip through your shorts?" Paul laughed.

"Shut it," I snapped. "I'm not in the mood."

"You're coming back to La Push, aren't you Jared?" Sam asked.

I didn't respond, instead, I phased back and put my shorts back on. The pain hit me hard as I realized, I'm losing Bella. With every day, every hour, Bella is getting farther and farther away from me.

I took a moment to just wallow.

Once I decided I had the strength to move and not completely collapse, I started back to my corner.

I sat down on my sleeping bag, letting the pain and loss and rejection over whelm me.

I would wait here, Bella would change her mind; she knew where I was now and I wouldn't move until she changed her mind. She had to change her mind or we would both die in the process.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move.