Hello my readers:) This is a fun little multi-chaptered songfic. (15 chapters exactly) Or I'm just using that as an excuse to only have 15 chapters because there are 15 verses in the song *cheeky grin*

Song: "Say When", by The Fray

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**PipTheOrphan**

I see you there,
Don't know where you come from
Unaware of a stare from someone
Don't Appear to care
That I saw you, and I want you

Fala's point of view-

"Fala..." Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair in annoyance. But I wasn't annoying. You'd have to be a complete cow to think that. And Samuel, my dearest brother, is most certainly a cow. He just doesn't moo like one.

More like barks. But what fun are cows when they don't moo? None at all. So as you can tell, Sam equals no fun at all. Besides, was it my fault I didn't want any muffins? Maybe I want a cupcake every once in a while. But no, according to Emily, cupcakes take too long to bake. And, amazingly, muffins are her specialty. Like I cared. What she didn't know is that I don't depend on her like Sam and his... pack.

So I decided to make cupcakes of my own.

If Sam and Emily insisted on being difficult, then why can't I take matters into my own hands? Exactly. But, for some unknown reason, I wasn't born with any baking skills at all. Which makes zero sense too. I can cook perfectly. Chicken. Steak. Burgers. Pasta. You name it.

But it seems I was born without baking skills.

So, as you can see, me cooking cupcakes didn't turn out too well. Plus, honestly, it wasn't all that bad anyways. They're all freaking out over nothing.

"Do you know how much it's going to cost to fix that kitchen? Everything...gone." It was only a small fire. And it's not like anyone got hurt anyway, so...no blood, no foul, right? Samuel here doesn't think so. But I personally think it's no big deal. It's just a kitchen. There are thousands of those around, in every house, actually. But Fala's? Those are one in a life time things.

Thank God I didn't get hurt. I rolled my eyes. Not that anyone asked...

"No, I know. And I told you I was sorry. It's not like anyone ever offered to help me bake the cupcakes in the first place. But, no, as long as your imprint is safe who gives a fuck about anything else! ?" I yelled, curling my hands into fists. Do you know what I had to listen to for the past hour? It's 'you ruined the kitchen', or 'Emily could've gotten hurt', or -my favorite- 'do you know how Emily will feel about her kitchen being burnt down?'. Yep. That's all I heard. No, 'did you get hurt, Fala?', or 'are you sure you're alright?'. Emily this, Emily that.

I could've punched him.

I sighed, ignoring his vein bursting yelling as I walked past the pack, trying my best not to glare at their torn faces. It wasn't like I burned the kitchen down on purpose.

"Fala!" I turned around, watching as Emily ran past Sam and at me, her face crumpled in concern. Well, at least someone cares about me. Here I am, thinking I'm nothing but a piece of gum under someone's shoe. Silly me. Emily the muffin man- no, sorry, women is here to make me feel better about burning down her kitchen, as Sam had oh so kindly put many times.

"Sweetie, are you alright?" She asked, her hands cupping my cheeks as she looked me up and down.

"Emily, I'm sorry about your kitchen-" I started with a sigh, but was abruptly cut off at Emily's loud scoff.

"I don't care about the kitchen, Fala, you could've gotten hurt!" She yelled, seeming absolutely appalled that I'd be the least worried about that pesky little kitchen.

Guess who's gonna get in trouble? Bingo; Samuel Uley. My bastard of a brother.

"You see, it's just that Sam's been giving me crap about the kitchen...I figured I'd apologize to you," I said slowly, watching Emily frown. And, almost instantly, Sam appeared right next to her, glaring me down. The joys of being a little sister, especially to some whipped no-guts brother. Kind of like doubling the fun.

"Sam, the kitchen isn't important right now. What if Fala got hurt? She could've..." And that's where the tears come in. Emily seemed to just break down right then and there, making Sam look even more torn as he tried to comfort her.

He is so whipped. No, I'm sorry, he's just imprinted. Not whipped. Cuz' there's a difference...I rolled my eyes, sending the two love-birds a scowl. Yes, yes, love, a beautiful thing. But there is nothing beautiful about the way Sam obsesses over Emily. Quite frankly, it's just sad. Never mind it being funny, that whole idea of imprinting being funny was burned to the ground with the kitchen. It's just messed up, and flat out sad.

"Hey, you okay?" I turned around, my brow furrowing as I looked at Seth. Seth was...in other words, the only wolf I could mildly stand. He was sweet, and just naturally caring. To me, anyway. I think the main reason I like him is because he's the only wolf that gives a fuck and doesn't have an imprint. The one's with imprints are just...well, they're just ridiculous - and the non-imprinted wolves are so damn rude and annoying all the time. Personally I've never actually talked to the non-imprinted wolves besides Seth, but I hear them in the kitchen all the time.

Very, very annoying.

"Yes, thank you," I answered, wrapping my arms around Seth for a comforting hug.

"Brady, man, what the hell?" I glanced up, watching as...Collin? shook -what I assumed to be- Brady's shoulder roughly. I looked up at Brady, frowning at his awestruck face, his slack jaw, and wide eyes. Okay, I get it, I burnt down a whole kitchen. Weren't they over the shock yet?

"Uh oh," Seth mumbled under his breath, immediately letting me go like some kind of hot plate. I jumped a little, startled at Seth's reaction. What the hell?

"What the hell?" I asked aloud, voicing my thoughts. Seth sent me a sheepish look before glancing over at Brady, who, in return, only glared angrily. His body quaking. Seth must've pissed someone off. I clicked my tongue, giving Seth an amused smile while he eyed Brady cautiously.

"I don't think your future...boyfriend," Seth started, sparing me an amused smile in return, "likes that I touched you before him," I frowned at Seth in utter confusion. Future boyfriend? Still confused I glanced back at Brady who seemed to be back to that awestruck look. Slack jaw, wide eyes, the whole thing. Then I looked back at Seth. Still smiling, looking more and more amused. Back to Brady. Still...awestruck. Wait...

"Future...boyfriend?" I returned my attention to Brady who was now smiling, staring straight at me with those wide eyes filled with excitement, and surprise. I tilted my head to the side, finding something very disturbingly familiar with the look Brady was giving me. Too familiar for comfort.

"Congratulations, man," Collin said, slapping a hand on Brady's shoulder. Which brought even more confusion. Congratulations? ...future boyfriend...? I stared straight back at his wide eyes, a smile stretching across his face when I looked directly at him.

And then it clicked.

"You asshole!"