Clearly, It's You.

*Zach*
FLASHBACK
I stumble out of my house. It's scary in there! Mommy said that Daddy's mad again... Just 'cause I don't like girls like he wants me to. It's not my fault! I'm sorry, Daddy! I gnaw on my trembling lower lip, holding back unshed tears. I'm a big boy... I won't cry, I won't... I rub one of the big bruises on my arm. It hurts...
FLASHBACK OVER
These are the thoughts running through my mind as I get out of my van in La Push, WA.

"Dammit!" I yell, kicking the damn thing. "Stupid van..." I'm grumbling under my breath. "AHH!" I scream, way louder than necessary.

A very attractive guy is standing there. And he's shirtless. Yum. And he's laughing at me. I cross my arms.

"What's so funny?" I ask, frowning.

And then suddenly he's looking at me like I'm the best thing since sliced bread.

Shit.

*Jake*
Oh, my God. He's so cute!!

So I'm running along the border, and I see this cute little Volkswagen van drive up, make a noise kind of like a gunshot, and stop. I phase and wait, wanting to see the owner of the car. Maybe some hot girl...?

But, no. Not disappointingly, though, a boy climbs out. He's tiny and super cute, with long blonde hair and eyes that are unbelievably deep and green.

"Dammit!" he yells, kicking the van. I hold back a chuckle. "Stupid van..." Okay, now I can't help but laugh. "AHH!" Oops. I scared him. I think I was laughing too loud.

"What's so funny?" he asks, crossing his arms over his small chest. I can see him checking me out, though. I smile at him. His eyes widen.

"Nothing. Your car dead?"

He nods, biting his lip.

"I can fix it, if you'd like."

His eyes explode with happy tears?

Nah, just kidding. They do sparkle though. Pretty... Jake! He's speaking! Words!

"Really? You could?" his eyes widen. "Whoa. How am I gonna pay you back for that?"

I laugh again.

"Don't worry about it..." I pause, not knowing his name. He catches on.

"Zach."

"Cool, I'm Jake. Anyway, really, it's not a problem. I love fixing cars, and Volkswagens are my specialty."

I grin down at him and he blushes. How cute.

"I still feel like I owe you," he murmurs.

"Nah."

"Let me do something..."

"Okay, like what?"

"Ummm..." a grin lights up his face. "Imma make you a muffin."

I bite the inside of my cheek, struggling not to laugh. He's so cute!

"All right, muffin it is. But if it's not good, I'm holding you responsible."

I laugh as he looks mockingly frightened.

"I crack under pressure," he jokes.

I grin down at him.

"Hey, wait. How are we gonna get the truck over to where you're gonna fix it?" he asks, cocking his head like a dog. Ha! Ironic!

"Oh. No big." I start to push the van towards my house. His jaw drops.

"How are you so strong?!"

I shrug modestly.

"I work out."

"Strange....tall person..." he mutters under his breath. He gallops alongside me, trying to keep up with me.

"Hey, Zach," I say, and I stop. He freezes and looks up at me, breathing hard, "Where're you from?"

"Michigan," he says softly.

"Ah. That's why you're so pale."

"Shut up!" he shouts, shoving me playfully. 

He touches my bare skin and the world disappears.

Fuck.

I just imprinted... On a guy.

Hm. So much for kids.