' i will never let you fall.

[kaitlyn]

there for you through it all

[/b][/i]

even if saving you sends me to heaven[/center]

What was Kaitlyn thinking? She felt like a bitch. She was absolutely horrible. Could someone please remind her why she was still alive? She could still see Ethan walking away that afternoon after she completely denied both of them of what they were apparently destined to have. The biggest stab was in her heart and she could remember holding back tears. The friends she did see there tried to comfort her, but she walked away before they could say much to her. She didn’t want to think about the horrible things that had happened. She always was overcome with a serious bought of depression. Even Kaitie’s parents knew it was bad. They were considering psychological counseling. Actually, they forced her into it. She hated it. What was she supposed to say. ”Yeah, I’m a werewolf and the guy I imprinted on happened to imprint on me, too. I am in love with him for some unexplainable reason, but told him I didn’t like him at all. What do you think I should do about this?” She could see the look on his face, now. For the most part they just sat in silence. They did talk about her brother and her parents, but they weren’t the reason she was upset or depressed. Her parents gave her everything she could ever want. She didn’t have to ask twice for anything, not that there was a lot she asked them for. They loved her unconditionally and provided her with so many great things. She knew they didn’t like her brother all that much because he rebelled, but Kaitlyn had a pretty good relationship with them. And she and her brother were on better terms after they argued about her being a werewolf, especially once he realized she wasn’t joking. She was even staying over at his place again, though that was urged by her parents to see if that could help make her better. It failed.

That was exactly the reason Kaitlyn was resting her head in her father’s lap. Nothing they did worked. They tried taking her away from the place. They tried finding medical help for her. They did everything they could do except take back what she had done to Ethan or the fact that she was afraid to tell people how she really felt. And neither of those things they could control. It was all Kaitlyn. No one had control over it. She was the reason she was lying there completely numb. There were no tears rolling down her cheeks because she had cried her eyes dry days ago, weeks ago. She was a fool for letting it go. Sure, Ethan wasn’t exactly what Kaitie had always wanted in a boyfriend. He was a big kid. That was the best way to explain it. He didn’t take many things seriously. In some way, she liked that. She loved that he had such a carefree attitude, but she had never seen him more serious than when he walked away from her that afternoon. It was painstaking. She didn’t know how to handle. Well, she knew how she WAS handling it, but it wasn’t a very good way of handling it. That really hadn’t been the only way she dealt with it, though. She went crazy a week or so after it happened. She wandered around La Push hoping that maybe she’d run into him. There were a few times she would see him, but realize it wasn’t him at all. She walked away sadly from those situations. She asked around town a little, too, and was almost to the point of banging on doors looking for him or someone that knew him. She didn’t do that, though. She kept it to herself and walked away. Now look where she was? How much longer could she stay that way? For her sanity’s sake, she knew she couldn’t stay that way any longer. That was why she had devised a plan.

Soon, Kaitlyn’s father was going to bed. Her mother was already there. He was just watching something on television. When he would, Kaitie would go out and find Ethan. It turned out she had run into someone that knew where they Wyatt’s lived. Said person took her to the house. She really wanted to be skeptical, but that undeniable aroma came from inside. It was one she was dying to have close to her. Kaitlyn knew exactly what she was going to do that night. Soon, her father did make his way to his room, informing his daughter not to stay up too late. She falsely assured him she wouldn’t. The second she heard the bedroom door, she snuck her way out of the tiny house. But just to make sure she didn’t get caught, she ran as fast as she could to the end of the road, in case she had somehow managed to disrupt her parents. It wasn’t that late. It was barely nine o’clock, but her parents stayed busy. They were always tired it seemed. She hoped Ethan’s family wasn’t like that because she was about to distract them. The closer she got to his house, the faster she moved. Eventually, she found herself running towards the house, especially once it was right there in front of her. Before she knew it, she was at the door banging on it and yelling. ”ETHAN!” she banged a few more times, ”Ethan! I was wrong. I’m sorry! Please answer the door!!” Kaitlyn backed away from the door for a bit and took in a few deep breaths. She was going to give it a totally of three minutes before she was beating on the door again. She just had to stand back and breathe. Someone was bound to open the door. If they didn’t she was going to make sure her presence was known. There was no way anyone could avoid Kaitlyn. She would make sure of that.

TAG !? ethan
WORD COUNT !? 989
GRAPHICS !? byy hollywood!
LOCATION !? la push residential area
WEARING !? this
LYRICS !? your guardian angel ;; red jumpsuit apparatus
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
NOTES !?[/size]

[smartie93]

ethanIGGYwyatt

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“Cause when I’m with him I’m thinking of you, thinking of yooou,”[/b] Ethan sang loudly to himself in his dark and dingy room. It smelled like Ethan in there but that was to be expected when one had been living in captivity for so long. He had lost track of the time and date, he had lost track of how many days he spent wallowing in his own sorrow playing video games and listening to some trendy radio station. Previously he hated that sort of music but now he knew everything that played, including the likes of Katy Perry and Justin Bieber. He was ashamed on so many levels, but also couldn’t care less. He pretty much didn’t have anything else to do with his life anymore. He never had any want or need to go to college, he never had a hobby, and he didn’t have a job. His brother didn’t need him in his acoustic set because Ethan didn’t have enough focus to stick to one group, though he could play the guitar like what seemed like every other teenager. His other brother, Samuel, was too much of a grump to hang around. While Liam and Ethan both got the anger thing with being a wolf, Samuel seemed to take it to an extreme. “He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth, oh! He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself,” he continued on, despite the fact that he knew his brothers had purposely been spending time away from the house so that they didn’t have to listen to him sing to girl songs. In his defense, they did play songs sung by guys, too. As Ethan sang a ballad to a man about loving another man, he blew off other men’s heads in some video game. Wasn’t that always a relaxing way to spend your afternoon? Perhaps not, but he had no clue how else to spend it. Maybe he would shower. Or not. Showers were overrated anyways.

His mother made him have one yesterday because his hair was getting longer than normal and he had a full out beard. Personally he thought he could pull off the whole beard thing, but apparently it was unsightly and his mother refused to cook for him until he shaved it off. In one spark of both rebellion and boredom, he left a little bit on his chin like a goatee thing. But not one of those evil weird foreign guy goatees, more like the normal ones. He was starting to like the whole facial hair thing, especially because she-who-shall-not-be-named didn’t approve of him having any. He thought he looked rather attractive with it, and his mommy agreed too. Speaking of his mommy, his mommy cut off his deliciously long flowing locks of hair. She was under the impression that he was going to go out and get a job, says her. Boy was she wrong. That was so not going to happen, but she all but strapped him to a kitchen chair and threatened to cut the cord of his video game controller if he didn’t let her give him a hair cut. He tried arguing that traditional Natives wore their hair long, but she just rolled her eyes and started cutting. “I wanna dance with no pants on,” he sung to himself, snapping himself out of his awful hair butting memory. Some song by some chick with a money sign in her name was playing and unfortunately he had heard it over a dozen times. He still hadn’t a clue who the song was by on the other hand. Honestly it was not at the top of his list to figure out who it was by. “NOOO!” he shouted back to his mother who had just demanded he get pants and clothes on. How did she know he was lying there in his boxers and socks, and nothing else? Aside from that being his permanent wardrobe nowadays. “I need the freedom and mobility only nudity can provide!” he said. God he wish he was nude, then he’d never have to do laundry again.

Ethan’s eyes widened when he heard his mother yell a string of very colourful curse words that he had never heard come from her mouth before. “Mother! Such bad language! I’m going, I’m going,” he said, hastily pausing his game and getting up from the bed to go over to his dresser. There was no shortage of dirty clothes on the floor, but he supposed his mother would smack him if he wore that stuff. He rummaged through the drawers until he found something his mother wouldn’t kill him for and slid it on. He caught a glimpse of himself in the small mirror and frowned. “Oh luscious long locks, how I miss you dearly,” he said. His almost shoulder length hair was gone, gone forever. Maybe not forever, but gone for now. For the past few years he kept it shaggy and long. This was the first time that his head felt so…horribly vulnerable. He sighed and returned to his bad singing and video games. For awhile he continued on, oblivious to the outside world. His curtains were down and his lights were off. The only thing that was illuminating the room was the television. The only problem was, he was fairly certain that was not the drum beat that went with Leona Lewis’ song. He furrowed his brows but ignored it, only to have light burst into his room from his mother opening the door. He was told to go answer it and he was too frightened of his mother at the present point in time to say no. He really should have looked through the peephole, but he didn’t. There were two things he noted when he opened the door. The first was that it was no longer the afternoon, and now the evening. The second, there was the little blonde girl that broke his heart into a thousand million pieces. Actually, there was a third thing too: she had said she was wrong. He stared at her for a moment before slamming the door in her face. He leaned his back against the closed door and spoke to her through it instead. “Nope, I’m fairly certain you were right. You didn’t imprint on me. Go away. You don’t love me. Go away, little blonde witch,” he said stubbornly with his arms folded across his muscular chest, effectively stopping the door from opening again.[/size]
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[kaitlyn]

there for you through it all

[/b][/i]

even if saving you sends me to heaven[/center]

Kaitlyn had never labeled herself to be the desperate time. She was either lucky in the way of boys or very unlucky. The only thing was when she was lucky, she usually didn’t push away from someone. She completely and totally embraced them, and allowed things to sort of unfold and happen. Never in her life did she ever see herself standing on someone’s front step banging on the door to be heard. Then again, she only had one experience to compare this to, her relationship with Braxton. She wouldn’t hesitate to admit that in her mind everything was perfect. Yes, they had broken up, but she lived with the promise that it wouldn’t be forever. She was almost positive that one day they would be together again. To get the call that said the only person in the world aside from her family who had shown care for her was gone absolutely destroyed Kaitie. She almost felt like she didn’t have a reason to live. That was understandable when the person you were in love with swore to you that just in the course of a year, until you graduated high school and joined him in college, the two of you would be together forever. That was a little hard to take; when the forever you were being promised was no longer attainable. From that moment on, she had protected herself from everything. Every boy was off limits. Loving wasn’t even an option. Finding out she was meant to be with someone who wasn’t the person she would have chosen for herself was not easy. She began to wonder if it was some sick joke life was playing on her. Was Braxton looking down on Kaitie right now laughing at her uncontrollably as she was standing at this door? Of course he would because this was something he had done for her after their third or fourth date. He came back to her house ten minutes after leaving her to give her their first kiss together.

It was memories like that which made this hard to deal with. Kaitlyn knew she was wrong for everything she did. She shouldn’t have told him she didn’t love him. She should have been truthful with him, but it was hard to do that when she wasn’t truthful with herself. She was still living in world where, by the end of May, she would be with Braxton. Well, she was at the time she had screwed everything up with Ethan. Kaitie wasn’t naïve or stupid. She didn’t honestly believe that her making her way to his home to apologize and admit she was wrong would really change what she had done or make him forgive her. She knew that it would take a long time to fix, if it was even fixable at all. She knew that. No, she had caused too much damage for a simple apology. It took so much more than that. She had ruined something major. It wasn’t simple to just fix. It wasn’t like she had a scrape on her arm to cover with a bandage. This was something slightly more serious. Her brother was sort of infuriated she let it happen, now that they had solved their problems and were talking again. Ok, it was kind of stupid. Kaitie knew Braxton was long gone by now. She was sure he watched over her and made sure she was ok. She even visited his grave regularly. So, she knew, whether she admitted it or not, that there was no more Braxton. There was only Kaitie alone in the world, but she didn’t have to be alone. She chose to be that way. She had guys that wanted to date her. She had been asked on several occasions to go on a date or two. The problem was, she really wasn’t interested in casually dating someone like that. She was only interested in mourning the guy she had lost. She didn’t care about anything else. What did it matter when the one thing she always wanted was no longer a possibility? But that wasn’t exactly fair, something she was beginning to come to terms with lately.

All of Kaitlyn’s actions and decisions had not been fair to Ethan. It wasn’t like she didn’t know that at the time. They just smacked her in the face at this exact moment in time. She was horrible person for lying. It wasn’t like her to do that sort of thing. She had been nothing but honest with people her entire life, even if it had been brutally honest. This sort of sucked. She wanted to hammer on the door more to get more attention, but she didn’t quite have the energy to do it. She was pretty much giving up. She was about to walk away when the door opened. Just like she figured it closed right back. Kaitie didn’t even attempt to try and open it. On the other side of that door stood Ethan making sure she wasn’t able to open the door. She could sense it. She knew he hadn’t gone back to where he was because she didn’t hear him leave. So, he obviously had to be standing on the other side of the door. His words confirmed it, and she didn’t appreciate being called a little blonde witch either. How dare he make that claim against her? She sighed heavily. How was she supposed to work this one out? It certainly wouldn’t be easy. So, she decided to start out the best way she could. ”How are boys so stupid? How can you guys not see when a girl is lying to your face? It’s in eye contact and the way she has to think about her words. Why don’t you notice those things?” It was a reasonable question. Her brother did the same thing with every girl that walked into the bar he performed at. They all told him they weren’t interested in the hope he would chase them. Yet, he didn’t. Clearly, that wasn’t the same idea Kaitie had. She just wasn’t ready to admit she had moved on from her ex, though she didn’t really have a choice. He was dead. She kind of had to move on. The only thing was she was afraid to. She still was afraid to, but she wouldn’t know if she didn’t make that leap into the unknown and try to be with anyone else. Whether or not that person was Ethan was questionable, but she had to at least try to make things right with him. ”Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t ready or willing to admit that I could move on from my dead boyfriend. You know, that tends to have an effect on you.” Somehow her words ended a bit harsh, but she wasn’t sure she cared at this moment. If he could call her a witch, she could act like that.

TAG !? ethan
WORD COUNT !? 1,158
GRAPHICS !? byy hollywood!
LOCATION !? la push residential area
WEARING !? this
LYRICS !? your guardian angel ;; red jumpsuit apparatus
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
NOTES !?[/size]

[smartie93]

ethan IGGY wyatt

EVERYTHING IS OPPOSITE
I don’t feel like stopping it
so baby tell me what I got to lose

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Ethan was very displeased at the current moment in time. His mother had cut off his hair. His hair! The one very thing that defined him from his brothers. Well, there were many things that truly defined him from his brothers. His size, for instance. He was the runt of the family all at the tiny little height of six foot something. He couldn’t remember how tall he was and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had grown another inch or two since the last time his mother measured him. Yes, much to Ethan’s displeasure, his mother still measured him, along with his elder brothers. Thankfully she didn’t mark it in the doorframe like she did when they were younger. Though that was mostly because the boys had to duck to make it through the doorway without bashing their head against the top of the frame. Where was he going with this train of thought? Oh right, his hair defined him from his brothers along with an assortment of other traits. His size, his attitude, his control over his anger, his general lack of enthusiasm when it came to normal teenager activities, his hyper activeness, his lack of motivation [wait no, that was a common Wyatt boy trait], his lack of muscles. That wasn’t to say he didn’t have any muscles. If you were to compare him to a normal human boy he definitely did have muscles, but if you were to compare him to other werewolves he was considerably more lean and lanky. Sort of like a willow tree or any other tree with long branches. A birch perhaps. Thankfully none of the Wyatt boys were actually trees but instead were, well, boys. Ethan didn’t think he could handle becoming both a werewolf and a tree. Somehow that just didn’t settle right for him.

Regardless, just because there was this huge set of defining factors that set Ethan apart from Liam and Samuel did not mean he was willing to get his hair chopped off just for the sake of it. Frankly he was worse than a girl when it came to his hair sometimes. True, he did not dye, highlight, straighten, perm, curl, or whatever else those crazy creatures did to their hair, but he was obsessive about the length of it. He didn’t like it short like some sort of office desk job haircut. The next thing he would know his mother would stick him in some sort of stuffy suit and send him off to some boring government type or computer type job. No sir, he was not going to let that happen if he had a say in it. He willed his hair to grow extra fast but it didn’t seem to be working. This newfound fact only added to Ethan’s sadness. Of course, if you were to delve down deep into the very small pit of subconscious that was involved in creating the personality of Ethan Iggy Wyatt, you would find a much deeper, or potentially not very deep, explanation as to why he was so distraught over his loss of hair [though thankfully that had nothing to do with balding, seeing as all the boys were pleased with a thick, full head of hair]. Just like the apartment was for Lily in How I Met Your Mother, Ethan’s hair was a symbol for Kaitlyn and his attachment to her. Though Lily’s apartment was a symbol for Marshall, but to be honest Ethan was in love with Kaitlyn, not Marshall. Cutting off the thing he loved, in this case his hair, was like cutting off his ties to Kaitlyn, those of which she had already severed. But this was like getting rid of that stage of his life, the one she was involved in. He hated that and wanted his hair back. He wanted Kaitlyn back.

However, just as it was in the show, it was not as easy as having the other person show up at your doorstep. Just like Marshall had wounds to heal when Lily left him, Ethan had wounds to heal from when Kaitlyn left him. Of course, he liked to think his wounds were much more gapping and bloody than Marshall’s because Ethan had actually imprinted on the girl, but that was more of a side note than anything. Kaitlyn said some weird string of words through the door that Ethan didn’t even understand in the slightest. “Yeah, well, how can girls be so…huh?”

[/color] he said, unable to retaliate because her words might as well have been gibberish to him: girls were so hard to understand. “Yeah well, you lied to me and smashed my heart into a billion pieces!”[/color] he said with displeasure clearly lined out in his voice. Ha! So she had lied to him! Well that was nice to know but also painful to find out. She apparently imprinted on him but decided to cause him pain instead. Lovely. And of course, the second part of his dialogue was mostly the drama queen that was secretly within him expressing his feelings for him. Then again, the bond between imprints could be so strong that it really did feel like that. Ethan’s brow furrowed and he was still angry at Kaitlyn, despite the stab of sadness he felt when it came to her pain of losing her boyfriend. He didn’t like to see her sad at all and it hurt him to have her upset, but at the same time she hurt him in ways that he didn’t even know how to fix and in ways that he had to deal with for what seemed like forever. She broke him apart and made a new person out of him, but not one that the world was willing to except. He wasn’t the person his family was willing to except either. “I don’t see how destroying another man could fill the void he left you with,”[/color] he muttered. He wasn’t trying to be mean in the least. He was hurt and he felt like he had the right to act like a complete idiotic child. He was hurt and he wasn’t just going to forgive her because she was at his doorstep. Hell, if he opened the door he’d probably forgive everything just so he could see her face again, but that was why he kept the door firmly shut. “You can rationalize it all you want but you still lied to me and treated my feelings like a complete joke,”[/color] he stated. From what he remembered, she jokingly said too bad she hadn’t imprinted on him, huh? Something like that. Yeah, real nice, real delicate way to handle the situation.[/size]

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who’s my reader? kaitlyn
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[kaitlyn]

there for you through it all

[/b][/i]

even if saving you sends me to heaven[/center]

Kaitlyn knew that by being here she was being very stupid. There was nothing she could do to erase the pain she had inflicted upon Ethan. Then again, there was nothing anyone could do that could erase the hurt she had to deal with since her ex boyfriend’s death. That didn’t mean she needed to use it as an excuse. Though, it had been a good excuse up until now. Whenever she didn’t want to go somewhere, she said that she was still in mourning. No one ever questioned it, usually because it wasn’t worth the effort to argue with her. Kaitie always got her way. Damien, her older brother, was quick to tell people that. There was never any arguing with her. No matter what, she always ended up with what she wanted in the end. She had yet to fight a battle she couldn’t win. But she feared she had just met the battle she couldn’t put up. She didn’t know what to say to Ethan or how to make it up to him. There was no way anything she said to him would be acceptable. She had taken this whole thing way too far. Even her brother told her that. It was sort of embarrassing hearing something like that from her brother as he was supposed to be her support system and hurt guys who moved in on his sister, even if fate had determined them meant to be. Damien had a lot of things to say to her that day. He was first shocked that she was a big fury dog thing, and not just when the sun was down. He told her she should have shared it with him sooner. He told her she was dumb for not taking on the help of a pack, as if he knew a lot about them. But the one thing he said that really hit her was something that was probably more truthful then anything she had heard in her entire living existence.

Her ex would not want her to give up something that was obviously good for her all for him or his memory. It wasn’t that Kaitlyn ever thought she had to hold onto those things, though. She never intentionally ignored every guy that wanted to date her because of him. She just didn’t notice everyone else. They were just people. She didn’t want to fall for them either. She didn’t feel anything for them. However, Kaitie had intentionally pushed Ethan away because she was scared. Why couldn’t she be scared? Ethan was the first guy she really saw since her ex’s death. He was the only one she had feelings for or could honestly see herself being with. That scared her. She was terrified to just be herself. How could she explain that, though? It wasn’t like telling someone your life story. It was explaining emotions and thoughts, something Kaitlyn never had to do with anyone before. They didn’t’ care about her feelings and she didn’t care to talk about them. It was a mutual agreement. Never had anything she said or done ever blown up in her face the way this one had. It ruined not only the guy she did it to, but to herself. That’s what she couldn’t explain. Ethan wouldn’t understand how what she said hurt herself at all. All he could see what that Kaitie had been mean and hurt him. She couldn’t exactly blame him for that one. She deserved to be feeling the way she was for it, too, but she wanted him to know she was sorry. She wasn’t sure she could arrange that one. He was going to be mad at her as long as he wanted to be, even if that took forever. In which case, that would be her loss, wouldn’t it? She caused this whole mess in the first place. Ultimately, she would be the one that suffered from everything, not Ethan, though he would lose out on her too.

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes as he began to speak. She thought she was a drama queen. She whined about everything and overreacted to the smallest things, like if her mother didn’t fold her shirt the proper way so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. That was the kind of thing that sent her over the edge. She could only imagine how she would be if she were in Ethan’s shoes. It would be horrible. She would be very vengeful. That was the Kaitie way of doing things. She never did anything simple. She didn’t get sad much. She got mad and angry. She hated things or people. She would probably do the exact same thing he was doing. This was acceptable behavior, but that didn’t mean that she wanted him to act this way. He was more emotional then he was, she swore. Or maybe he was just trying to make her as mad at him as he was at her. That was understandable. She used to do that with people, especially her brother. She liked to make him feel absolutely horrible for things. Again, she rolled her eyes at how ridiculous Ethan was being. ”What exactly do you want me to say to make it better, Ethan? Really? Do you think there is anything that could be said to make it better?” Now she was starting to feel the heat rise in her own cheeks. This wasn’t a good thing. She hated getting angry at people the way she did, but she couldn’t really help it. It was her nature. Anger came before anything else, minus the one time when she found out someone died. That was another thing all together. She felt herself getting angrier. ”I didn’t say it to destroy you, or fill any void in my life. I did it out of complete terror at the fact that maybe I could actually like someone that wasn’t my ex or that he wasn’t actually the one I was meant to be with.” There was anger in her voice, something Kaitie never really heard of herself before, but she was convinced Ethan wouldn’t care. By this point, that was fine with her. What did it matter? She had nothing left to lose. The world had already crashed down, hers at least. She had nothing else to be afraid of, even making things worse between the two of them. Then again, she was hurt that he wouldn’t even open the door to look at her. That was why she was being so harsh with her words. But she couldn’t lie, not even to herself. She had messed with his feelings in a way that wasn’t normal. Her voice softened, ”Taking it that far was wrong of me, Ethan. I know that. But what does it say about you if you won’t even open the door to face me? What about if you’re willing to call me names?” She paused before she said more.

TAG !? ethan
WORD COUNT !? 1,159
GRAPHICS !? byy hollywood!
LOCATION !? la push residential area
WEARING !? this
LYRICS !? your guardian angel ;; red jumpsuit apparatus
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
NOTES !?[/size]

[smartie93]

ETHAN IGGY WYATT

EVERYTHING IS OPPOSITE
I DON’T FEEL LIKE STOPPING IT
SO BABY TELL ME WHAT I GOT TO LOSE

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Ethan was most displeased with the world right now. He remembered the day he met Kaitlyn. More so, he remembered the day he fell out of the tree and almost landed on top of her. She was so beautiful, so innocent, so funny. It wasn’t his fault he almost landed on her, of course. It was all her fault. That little witch probably saw him up in the tree and decided he would be a fine specimen to play around with, to mess with, to make her little puppet. It was true that the boy was easily persuaded to do things he didn’t always want to, but no matter what he had good intentions and would never hurt a fly; unless that fly was a vampire, mind you. But most flies were not vampires so he wasn’t going to have to worry about that. But Kaitlyn? She was a little witchy vampire werewolf human mix thing. It was terrible. She could turn into a wolf, she was part human, she sucked his soul dry, and she made him fall in love with her. Yes, that made perfect sense to Ethan and most definitely explained everything that was happening to him. Otherwise he was completely lost and didn’t really know how to deal with these emotions. It just wasn’t fair. He was going along happily in life. Sure, he had no real direction per say, but he was at least happy. Then he wasn’t so happy anymore and he was sad.

He knew he should have been thinking about this from Kaitlyn’s perspective but right now he really couldn’t. Normal, somewhat logical Ethan, sure, he could have been sympathetic about the sort of things she had went through in her past, especially in concerns to her ex, but this Ethan? No, this heartbroken, crushed, devastated, destroyed Ethan could not feel anything but his own pain. He supposed that’s what happens when the girl you imprint on doesn’t want to love you back. He supposed that’s what happens when the sun burns out and all you’re left with is the darkness. Man, that was a sucky ass situation if you asked him. He hated this whole imprinting nonsense right now. He wanted it to all go away. He much rather would like to be a normal human back in Canada playing around with polar bears and rolling around in the snow. It didn’t even snow here! It just rained all the freaking time. Rain, rain, rain, just like how he was feeling on the inside. If he was more of a wimp he probably would have cried when the girl laughed in his face. At least he didn’t do that. Somehow he didn’t think it would help his case very much. Ethan sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He was feeling so frustrated he couldn’t take it. His bones quivered and wanted to change but he suppressed the feeling. “I want you to say you love me. I want you to say you were wrong and that it hurts when I’m not around. I want you to say that whenever you see me your heart goes crazy. I want you to say that I’m the one for you because you know what, Kaitlyn? I am.”

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But right now he didn’t feel like he was. He felt like the universe was playing some sort of cruel joke on him. Like, here you go, here’s your perfect girl, OH WAIT YOU CAN’T HAVE HER HAHAHAHAHAHA. Damn universe. He was not friends with the universe right now. It was such a shame, too. He had always thought that he and the universe had this great understanding of each other, but apparently not. So not fair, man. Ethan had a hard time believing anything she was saying. She was a werewolf, she KNEW how badly someone would feel if they had imprinted on someone but couldn’t have them. She wasn’t dumb and she knew that Ethan would react badly. She knew that he would feel destroyed and yet she had said what she had said that day in the rec centre. “Is that really wrong? Is it really that bad to have feelings for someone the freaking UNIVERSE wants you to be with? Frankly I don’t see how that would be bad at all, yet you made me feel like I was toxic slime you needed to avoid to save your life,”[/color] he said. He wasn’t even really mad anymore now. He was just sad. He wasn’t good enough for her to like. He wasn’t smart enough. He wasn’t handsome enough. He wasn’t anything enough for her. She didn’t want to be in love with him, did she? Ethan sighed and stopped leaning on the door. He opened it even though he didn’t really want to and saw her standing there looking all lost. He almost wanted to hug her but he knew he couldn’t do that. He had to stop himself from taking her into his arms and kissing her little face off. “I’m seeing someone,”[/color] he blurted out. The person his brother imprinted on, but he so wasn’t going to say that. He was already in fear that his brother would kick his ass at any moment. But he knew that the girl liked Ethan as much as he liked her. Just as friends. They were both trying to get over the people they liked.[/size]

any clothes? am i nude?
am I crazy? what’s in my head?
any words? 903
reading this? kaitlyn
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