-Paul's p.o.v-

I was beginning to wake up from my dreams, well memories of Scarlett, and felt something or rather someone pressed up against my side. I opened my eyes to find none other than Scarlett herself sleeping, curled into my side.

What the hell? Last I knew she hated me... And when the hell did I fall asleep?

"Oh good you're awake." Leah whispered while coming into the room.

"What the hell happened? Why am I in Sam's spare room with Scarlett? How long have I been asleep?"

"Well you and Scar have been out for about 4 days, and we moved you guys from the living room to here so the guys wouldn't draw on your face or something to piss you off. And what happened is you forgot to mention the fact you imprinted on Scarlett and therefore caused the both of you to almost die." Scarlett almost died? Well shit I'm not letting that happen again.

"Who all knows? About the imprint?" I ask worried Jared found out and that he might just kill me.

"Just Sam and I. You're lucky that we didn't wanna deal with a pissed off Jared so we've had to lie to him and say you both just got sick. Luckily he hasn't imprinted yet and doesn't know the consequences of ignoring one. You're also going to have to tell Scar you know that right?"

"Yeah," I say with a sigh while I run my hand through my hair-nervous habit of mine.. "It's just... she already hates me, I don't want to make it worse. These last two years were hell."

"Then why didn't you fix it Lahote?" And with that she left me with my thoughts.

-Scar's p.o.v.-

I wake up to people talking so I don't open my eyes so I can eavsdrop hehe...

"You're also going to have to tell Scar you know that right?" Oh it's Leah! And she's talking to whoever is sitting on the bed..?

"Yeah," Paul.. "It's just... she already hates me, I don't want to make it worse. These last two years were hell."

Okay I feel a little bad, I don't hate him. I don't think I ever could, definetly after whatever happened last week.. I've always loved him.. I—I guess I just buried my feelings, but he still has a lot of ass-kissing to do before I completely forgive him..

"Then why don't you fix it Lahote?"

And with that it Leah leaves, because I can still feel Paul on the bed. Debaating on if I should really wake up now and talk to Paul..since I really haven't in two years...

Before I can even stretch I feel a warm hand caress the side of my face sending chills down my spine.

"I am so sorry Lottie... For everything." Paul whispers using his nickname for me, and I decide it's a good time to 'wake up'.

So I stretch and almost immediately his hand is pulled back from my face like he thought I was gonna bite him or something. Well I don't blame him before I probably would've..

"Scar?" He asks not sure if I'm awake and it's just dripping with hesitation because honestly, these past two years I have been pretty shitty to him, but like I told Leah he did nothing to fix it...

"Mmmm?"

"You awake Lot-Scar?"

"I don't know yet" I say with a slight smile on my face and I heard him chuckle, wait did he just about call me Lottie again?! I open my eyes.

"Did you just call me Lottie?" I was already turned to face him so when I asked this and he looked...scared? Why would he be scared of me?

"I-I'm sorry Scarlett, I didn't mean to! Old habits die hard." He says with a nervous chuckle almost forced.

"No it's okay Paul." He looks at me like I've just grown two extra heads. "I've actually missed you calling me that.."

Now why am I nervous? Oh good lord this is just lovely.. I'm messing with my fingers because I don't want him to see that I'm actually blushing...

"Scar" I still look down.. "Lottie look at me."

He places two fingers under my chin and makes me look at him after a good couple minutes. Holy damn he has the most beautiful eyes... Once again I'm glued to the spot and I never wanna leave Paul's side-almost like my life depended on it.

"Scarlett. Lottie, I am so so very sorry for what I did to you those years ago-"

"No Paul I'm sorry, I shouldn't have freaked out on you-" Looks like we're cutting each other off today.

"No. Lottie listen to me. I'm the one that needs to be apologizing to you. I—I lost my temper and I know now it was because I was phasing, but that isn't an excuse! You were my best friend and I was afraid of losing you because well I lo-was jealous that you had started spending more time with him than with me."

"And I know that's selfish, but that's how I felt and so all the pent up emotion plus the phasing thing just finally hit a limit and I lost it... I never let you explain even when you tried telling me, and I regret that everyday because if I would've just pulled my hot-head out of my ass for just a second I would've noticed you were telling the truth and how much of a jerk I was being and-" I had put my hand over his mouth with a slight smile on my face.

"Would you just shut up for a second?" I felt him smile under my hand. "Thank you. Not for just shutting up but for apologizing. That's all I've ever wanted you to do Paul. Was just apologize and to yes pull your head out."

I say with a laugh and he smiles it seems that the life and light has come back into his eyes and everything is just perfect.

"I thought you hated me Lottie..? I thought you'd never forgive me and that would just make things harder-" He cuts himself off like he's said to much.

I gave him a confused look, "I could never hate you Paul. It's impossible for me, but it would make what things harder?" I say while raising an eyebrow.

"Well... It explains why we both got 'sick' this past week and um well do you know what imprinting is?"

Okay I have never seen Paul this nervous well except when we had to explain why I broke my ankle.. ANYWAYS! I knew what imprinting was because of Sam and Emily and Quil and Claire-it's finding your soulmate but multiplied by like 100.

"Yeah it's like finding your soulmate, but a heck of a lot stronger. Right?"

He nods, "And theres like a 'twist' to it. If the wolf and their imprint are seperated for a certain amount of time with no contact what-so-ever, it can become fatal for both the wolf and their imprint."

"So say if Sam and Emily suddenly split and never saw each other it could kill them?!"

"Basically, yes."

"Wow. There's no kidding with the wolf buisness is there?" I say with a slight smile trying to lighten the sudden serious mood.

He cracks a smile and chuckles slightly at my wording. "Wait so what does that have to do with us being sick?"

"I was getting there.. See a lot of imprints don't realize this fatal mistake because it starts out like anyother normal cold, nothing big nothing deadly. But then there's a point—"

"Where it feels like your chest is exploding and imploding at the same time?"

"Yes.."

"So wait your saying you imprinted on me?!"

Holy craps...

"Yeah, and I was stupid enough not to follow you that day. Thinking that not all legends are true and that we weren't gonna get sick and that I could just explain everything some other time."

He finally brought his eyes back up to mine to see how I was going to react, but in all honesty I wasn't mad, I wasn't upset—I was actually glad he imprinted on me and not someone else.

"Well that explains it. The first time I see you in two years and we both almost die." And with that we start laughing.

But Paul being Paul has to go back to being all serious. He rests his hand on my cheek and it burns where he touches, sending shivers everywhere.

"You aren't angry Scar?"

"Not one bit Paul. I understand where you're coming from. A week ago I probably would've been furious, but I'm not."

He gets the biggest grin possible when I say this I'm surprised his face doesn't split in half and I place my hand on his and smile.

"But you will have to tell Jared sooner or later and he's the one that might not take it so well..."

His eyes get huge when I say this.

"Well shit..."