#twilight seth

Two episodes in later, Seth tries to wiggle his way on the couch which Loki was not about to let happen. He lets out a menacing growl, a staring competition would soon follow between these two. “Loki, I want to cuddle with my girlfriend too, you know?” Seth asked nicely through gritted teeth, but your husky also let out a lazy sigh. “Come on, Loki. Seth also needs some love.” Hearing you say that, he’s starting to whine like a baby. “Seriously? Loki, I can only see her twice a week and you have her all day and all night! That’s not fair!” Now laying down all his frustration, he fights to peel Loki off of you. “Get off, Loki! Come one!” He struggles as your husky always finds enough wiggle room to return to your side. 

“So you’re just going to leave me out in the rain!?” Seth yelled, his hands waving in the air as he tried his best to get your attention.

The rain poured down on the roof of your car, you sat watching the wipers push the hard rain off of your windows. Everything was calm for a few seconds, you had just arrived back from your night class. The news that was spreading on the radio caught your attention, and that was one of the reasons why you decided to sit in the car, the other was the rain that was pouring down. The final one was your boyfriend standing in the middle of your driveway blocking you from entering your house.

It has been approximately a week since you last spoke to him, it honestly didn’t bother you. Every time you thought about him you grew irritated with him and the situation he put you in. No explanation could honestly bring you out of this funk that you were in, however, if you didn’t allow him into your car your parents would come outside and invite him into your house.

With the most stoic facial expression, you unlocked the door, you kept your eyes on him as he made his way around to your car. Once he touched bases in your passenger seat you went back to what you were doing before he interrupted you. Seth on the other hand was pushing every button on the heat to get warm.

Your eyes raised with the utmost cockiness there was, “I thought you couldn’t get sick. Isn’t that the werewolf within you?”

Seth turned to look at you, from the corner of your eye you could still see the water pellets dropping from his skin. “Yeah, but I’m still soaking wet from the water. I’ve been standing out there for like 26 minutes.” He continued to ramble about the rain getting into his ears making them hurt when they dry. And how he was going to smell like a wet dog since his clothes were all muddy. He talked and talked until he finally stopped, he noticed that you weren’t listening to him. Your eyes were glued to your garage, too deep in your thoughts to even give a damn about what he was saying.

“Can I explain myself?” He asked, he reached into your back seat to grab a spare shirt of yours. His hands ran through his hair as he tried his best to dry it with the cotton material.

You looked down at your apple watch, it was already going on 9 at night. Your curfew was at 10 so that meant he only had approximately 10 minutes to explain himself.

“There’s honestly nothing to explain, I’ve heard it all Seth.” You turned to look at him, he was staring back at you with the utmost remorseful look. You could tell he meant no harm from the situation but it hurt knowing that he lied. “It hurts more knowing that I had to hear it from them rather than you.”

His eyes softened as he began to speak, “I know, trust me I was going to tell you but I didn’t want it to be too much on you. You know the whole werewolf thing is one thing but imprinting is a whole other situation. That was something special I was supposed to tell you.”

With your arms crossed you leaned back into the chair. The flashback of that day came dancing back into your head. The boys joking around with their girlfriends, Seth walked away from the group for one second and the beans were spilled. He could’ve warned the boys that you didn’t know, you sat there looking stupid with tears in your eyes. They told you what imprinting was, it sounded like Seth was only with you because he had to. You genuinely had a love for Seth Clearwater and it hurt to know that the same love that you had for him wasn’t the same for him. Seth's love was forced upon him, he had no choice but to you love.

Forcefully your eyes closed, and the hurt you felt from the weeks prior started to emerge. You could feel Seth pulling your arm into him. You didn’t bother to put up a fight, you allowed your body to melt into his wet one. “They made it seem like you’re only with me because of fate. Like we’re supposed to be in love because you imprinted on me. It honestly sounds creepy Seth.” You mumbled into his shirt, you could hear his heartbeat getting faster by the minute. He was nervous.

“See, That’s exactly why I didn’t want to tell you yet. It’s so much more than that (Y/N). I’m not with you because I imprinted on you, I’m with you because I genuinely have a love for you and I want to be with you.” His head rested on top of yours as he tapped his fingers gently against your skin.

“I don’t like the secrets Seth, that’s why I was so upset with you. You can’t hide things like this from me no matter how bad you think they are.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I was just trying to do the right thing. It’s a lot to take on but trust me when I say that I didn’t want to hurt you. I would never do that to you (Y/N). From now on no more secrets.”

He held out his pinky finger which you wrapped your own tightly around. That sealed the deal about everything you two just talk about Looking up at Seth you could see the moonlight reflecting off of his brown eyes, he looked like he was in deep thought. His eyes were panned out to the rain. Gently you shook his arm catching his attention, “Seth, I’m not blaming you for any of this. I guess I was just stuck in my own ways. I understand that you wanted to wait for my well-being which I respect so much about you. But next time could you please give your boys head-ups.” You laughed, Seth nodded his head. The biggest grin on his face.

Start the coffee (black as a new moon, just like your dad always liked it), begin breakfast (scrambled eggs and bacon in tortilla wraps, grating cheese and everything else and grabbing the hot sauce for yourself), music playing softly from the radio.

“You are the light that’s leading me to the place where I find peace again...”

Looking out the windows and into the brief, shivering sunlight, you could not help but wonder and worry about Seth.

Everything was so hard right now, that storm growing ever closer, wasn’t it?

And you could do nothing to stop it. After all, how could you possibly fight against a force of nature? You were only a girl, still a child in most respects, so small and weak in the face of things that you did not yet understand, shadows darkening the sky once more and creeping ever closer, those brief arrows of light falling, falling, falling away.

“You are the strength that keeps me walking, you are the hope that keeps me trusting...”

It was only then that you noticed it.

Standing by the window, you only just now noticed the package waiting on the front porch, which was...weird. Really weird. Most of the time, you needed to sign for something, or you just got a notice to pick it up at the post office, they never really left anything on the doorstep, at least they hadn’t before. But there it was, opening the door to reveal a large, plain brown package waiting there, picking it up.

No return address.

Only yours and your name printed in somewhat familiar handwriting, trying to place it as you opened the package carefully. It was, you at first presumed, probably from Daphne. Every so often, she’d send you big boxes of random things she’d bought for you and forgotten to send over the course of a few months (she liked to shop), all of it collecting dust in some closet for ages until she’d suddenly remember and send the lot of it to your door, her gifts always a surprise. Most of the time, you didn’t think much of any of it. It was either too childish, toys you wouldn’t be interested in and clothes that wouldn’t fit (sometimes you weren’t sure if Daphne was even aware of your age anymore or if she was just guessing) and random hippie junk...teas and oils (that she promised would “cleanse” your body and energy), crystals, candles scented like flowers and sea salt (with a lighter that was instantly confiscated by you dad), tarot cards, mala beads, and more.

But this wasn’t any of that.

This was actually...nice. And that surprised you, almost feeling sorry that you thought that at all, but it was true. Everything in the package were things you actually liked.

Lifehouse CDs (you’d been wanting to buy them, just because listening to the songs made you think of Seth) and a pile of paperback novels and packs of purple ink pens and notebooks. There was a little star globe, too, and a big black teddy bear. Holding the stuffed animal, you looked at its big brown eyes and felt overcome with the strangest, happiest feeling, so happy that you almost didn’t believe it had been your mother at all…

But who else could it have been?

Common sense won out over strangeness, as it so often did, putting the package away in your room and reminding yourself to call your mother and thank her at some point. The bear, promptly named Orion, sat beside Leontes happily on the shelf, almost as though they’d been long lost brothers.

Your father and sister came to join you for breakfast and, for a little while, everything seemed happier, almost golden in the passing hours.

No school today, with a teacher’s meeting setting you free (though that didn’t set you free of homework and assignments), so you lounged about at home until Seth came over, dropped off by Jacob (who didn’t dare step through the door with the way you glared at him) and spent the night at your house. It was at Harry’s insistence, he’d confessed, saying that they all needed a bit of peace. So he’d sent Seth to you, took his wife on a date, and was wanting to have a heart-to-heart with Leah at the end of it all.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s…” Seth hesitated, realizing there was no word to describe his sister’s hurt. “I don’t know. But Dad just wants to talk to her, the way they did when she was little. Ice cream on the beach and Dad’s sage wisdom, you know?”

“I think I do. Dad does that with me sometimes, but not Bella. She doesn’t really let people in, not even him.”

And Leah was a bit like that as well, save for her family.

She hadn’t always been. Once, almost forever ago, she’d been...brighter. Happier. More open and more willing to let people come close to her heart. But after Sam broke her heart and Emily had broken it further, the version of Leah had gone away, hidden behind the high walls of her now guarded heart. Very few came close now, she wouldn’t let them in anymore, besides her family on occasion and you. Somehow, without meaning to do it, you’d earned a place in Leah Clearwater’s heart, a little thought that Seth quietly cherished. Jacob and Bella made some excuse to slip away and Charlie, upstairs in his bedroom through most of the night, scarcely made an appearance, only here and there to remind “Mr. Clearwater” to mind his manners. But manners didn’t need minding when he’d left for a quick meeting, kissing your head and giving Seth one final, serious look.

“So...pizza?” you asked the moment the cruiser was out of sight.

“Pizza,” Seth confirmed.

And so you ran out the door together, his hand in yours as you laughed and stumbled into the small shop a little ways into town. Two pizzas, one for you two to devour together and one for Bella and Charlie when they got home, and those garlic knots he liked so much.

To be honest, not much homework got done at all that night.

You were far too busy laughing and goofing off, talking about a million things all at once. And when there was nothing left to talk about, you only kissed, softly at first, sweetly. But every kiss grew with passion until it was sunfire against your skin. Seth was pressed into you, lips stumbling from your lips to your neck as you murmured his name. And perhaps he’d like it as much as you saying it, fire gracing your neck so wonderfully that you were certain you’d find “burns” in the morning.

“Seth!”

He rose up over you, dark eyes shining from beneath thick lashes, long hair draping around you like a protective shadow.

“Sorry,” he murmured, smiling sweetly. “I’m sorry, honey, guess I got lost in you.”

A hand ran through his hair, smiling up at him. It didn’t sound so bad, did it? You and him, all tangled up in one another, never finding a way out and never caring to try.

“Hmmm...you can stay as long as you like.”

He kissed you once more, surely ready to lose himself again...only to freeze, hearing something you didn’t and reacting quickly. It was almost impressive how fast he could move, you thought, finding Seth sitting a little away from you, homework spread out as though you’d actually been doing it, his hoodie wrapped around your messy hair and starry eyes. It was enough that Charlie didn’t ask any questions, or perhaps that was a distraction of pizza, happy to heat it up for him as you fled into the kitchen. They talked a little on the couch, discussing an essay he was stuck on.

“Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, ‘What road do I take?’...Alice in Wonderland? Are you reading that or something?”

“Not really. It’s supposed to be one of those philosophical questions they give us sometimes,” Seth explained. “About what road we want to take in life, I have no idea what to write.”

“They ask this kind of stuff in English class now?”

“Sometimes. It’s mostly just to practice writing essays and stuff but I still take it seriously.”

Of course he would, Seth was just like that. He took everything he encountered, even the small stuff, so seriously and treated everything with this level of gentle respect that most people could not possibly understand.

It was a simple truth that there was no one like Seth Clearwater.

The thought remained with you through the night, hours passing by quietly. Charlie wasn’t going to go to bed until you and Bella were both safe and sound, that much you knew. So when your sister came home, you wished them sweet dreams (and kissed Seth when no one was looking) and slipped into bed, Bella following after, and Seth settling in on the couch, Charlie finally letting himself rest.

He worried far too much, your father, maybe that was where you’d gotten it from…

You did take after him a little bit. So maybe that's why you were creeping back down the stairs, having heard Seth tossing and turning all through the night. The house was cold, shivering in your shorts and old tee shirt as you hurried through the dark, bare feet moving across the icy wooden floor...but Seth was so warm and waiting for you, slipping beneath the old quilt with him and cuddling into his warmth.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Just...thinking, I guess.”

“About what?”

“That question, what road I’m gonna take. I already figured it out but I didn’t write everything it was about. I guess I didn’t want to tell Mr. Call about you, I don’t think he’d be interested in that sort of thing.”

“I’m with you?” you asked. “On your road?”

“Yeah, I mean,” he was suddenly feeling warmer than he’d been before, his voice a little shy in the dark. “I know we’re just kids but when I think about forever, you’re there right by my side.”

“What’s forever like?”

“It’s a house...this old cottage out on the reservation I like. Somebody started building it forever ago, when my parents were kids, but just stopped one day, I don’t know why. But I always thought that I’d finish it one day. I’ll take you there one day, if you want. I wanna be an art teacher and maybe sell stuff on the side, if it’s any good.”

“I bet you could, your paintings are beautiful.”

He’d shown them to you before, his drawings and paintings, and had even given you a few of them as gifts. Most you kept in a box beneath your bed and others you’d hung on the walls around the bed, surrounding yourself entirely in him, as though you hoped it would bring you peace. Seth smiled, giving you another kiss and holding you a little closer.

“That’s most of it,” he said softly. “What’s yours?”

“It’s writing and you,” you said simply. “I don’t want anything else.”

“Really? You could ask me for anything, I’d give it to you,” Seth replied, something you knew to be true. “The sun, the moon, diamonds and gold, anything you want.”

“I know that but that’s all I want...maybe flowers for our garden, too. There should always be flowers.”

And he seemed a little proud to hear it, leaning back against the pillow as he thought about it all a little bit. Forever was, perhaps, still so very far away. But you were slowly getting there, step by step, the good and the bad of it all falling into place. It almost seemed real sometimes, almost able to see some little house in your mind, with a maple tree in the front and ivy all over the house...moonflowers and sweetbriar all over, and dandelions here and there, whenever you were in need of a wish.

“Can I read it?” he asked suddenly, almost shyly, as though he feared crossing a line. “Everything you’re always writing, I mean...”

It wasn’t something you did very often.

Truthfully, you were a private and somewhat distrustful creature and very rarely did you ever allow anyone to read your writings, not even your sister and dad. But Seth Clearwater was not like anybody else, was he? And knowing this, you slipped away for only a moment, running upstairs to get your notebook and CD player. Returning to him once more, you hesitated only once in the hallway, listening carefully.

Your father, snoring a little bit…

Your sister, murmuring in her sleep…

And the wolves off in the woods, howling solemnly together and sounding so much closer than they ever had before. A shiver fell over you, freezing for a moment as you looked out your bedroom window, before running off again.

Racing back to Seth, you hide away in his arms once more, basking in the sweet safety of him.

Laying against his heart, music playing softly as you allowed Seth to read everything you’d written, purple ink scribbled across the pages and becoming fairy tales, love stories, and poetry about a sweet boy with dark, glittering eyes…

“You are the light to mysoul...”

This had to be forever, you thought, or at least some little piece of it.

And one day, everyday would be just like this, secretly envisioning it as you held him just a little bit tighter.