Disclaimer: I don't own anything, its all Stephanie Meyer's. I just own the plot.
AN: This was made for a friend and she begged me to do it, so it might be a little lame, but she liked it, so yeah. XD. Enjoy.
I hated her. I hated her with my whole being. Who did she think she was? She calls him the sun but she wouldn't know a damn thing about it. If he was her sun, she would revolve around him, her entire existence would be meaningless if he were to disappear. She is just using him because her leech up and left her. She doesn't love him. She doesn't deserve him either, yet she has him in a way that I could only dream of. Its only a bonus that she doesn't want him like that. She leads him on, giving him hope, butting her way into our lives like she always belonged here.
"Paul stop glaring at the floor." I whipped my head around to see Sam giving me a concerned look. I huffed and turned to the small crowd of people in his living room. We were celebrating something, I can't bring myself to care about. I was already on my seventh beer but I was hardly feeling it. There are some times that I despised being a shifter. It took a lot of alcohol to get anywhere near drunk but that was my goal, considering that both Jacob and the spawn of Satan, otherwise known as Isabella Swan, were in attendance.
I heard Sam let out a sigh of frustration and I felt a tiny pinch of guilt because I was being a bit of a downer and this was supposed to be a joyous occasion, even if I don't know what I should be happy about.
"You could at least act like your having a decent time. Your scaring people." I snorted in response. I could care less what everyone thinks, well, almost everyone, but I doubt Jake would care if I was scaring the guests, as long as his precious Bella was happy. I scoffed and downed my beer. Sam was still watching me and he took the bottle before I could do anything stupid, like throw it at someone's head. It amazed me that he could read me so well, most don't care.
"I think you've had enough Paul." I barked out a laugh that caused most of the guests to turn our way.
"I've barely started." I ignored the gaping people and headed to the kitchen where I could hopefully find something harder than beer. Whiskey or vodka sounded really good right now.
As I scavenged through the cabinets I heard Jake and Bella enter the kitchen laughing about something.
"C'mon Bella, one can wouldn't hurt." I heard Jake say. Figures, little miss perfect wouldn't drink any kind of alcohol. Its poison.
"You know I don't drink, Jake." She said back pleasantly and I wanted to gag.
"Yeah. So, Pepsi it is then." She giggled and I actually gagged. Jake whirled on me with narrowed eyes and I turned from the cabinet with a blank expression painted on my face. He rolled his eyes when he saw that it was me and a part of my heart clenched at his annoyance. "Whats your problem now, Paul?"
"You wanna know what my problem is? Its that stinking little leech-lover. Always coming around and acting all pitiful. 'Jacob this' and 'Jake this', its ridiculous." I could see that I was pissing him off, but this was the only way to get anything out of him that was meant for only me. No one could push his buttons like I could, even if it was in only anger. "I've never met a more needy person in my life and you just keep accommodating her. What has she ever done for you? She just keeps taking and taking and I can only hope that I will be there when she takes it all because you wanna know what will happen then? She'll move on to someone else-" I was cut off by his fist slamming into my face.
"Don't talk about her like that!" He dragged me back by my sweatshirt collar and let me have it again. I let him keep hitting me, knowing this would be the only contact he would willingly share with me, ever.
"Jake! Stop it!" I heard Sam yell. He pulled Jacob off of me and I slumped against the counter, already feeling some of my cuts start to heal. It would be a day or two before the more advanced injuries would heal but it didn't matter. "What is your problem?!" Sam yelled at Jake. I scoffed and grabbed a couple bottles of whiskey that I had just found.
"Me. I'm his problem because I'm the only one who will tell it to him straight and he can't handle it."
Jacob looked furious and it was taking Sam, Jared, and Quil to hold him back.
"Why don't you go to Hell Paul!" I smirked and took a swig of whiskey, feeling the burn in my throat.
"It can't get much worse than this." I said and walked out the door heading toward the woods with no real destination in mind.
Jake's POV
I wondered what he meant by that as he left. I felt the boys loosen their holds on me and stand back. I looked around for Bella after calming down a bit, becoming a little worried when I couldn't find her.
"Hey Sam, do you know where Bella went?" He gestured out the door and I nodded in thanks. I left the house and saw Bella trying to start her car. She had tears rolling down her cheeks and I felt extremely angry at Paul for upsetting her. I walked up to the driver's side of her car and opened the door.
"Bella, what are you doing?" I asked her calmly. She attempted to hide her tears but it was pointless.
"I...I just want to go home."
"Bells, he left. Besides, Paul is a douchebag. You can't let him get to you like this."
"I know, but still. I think it would be best if I didn't come around while he is here. He is always irritated by my presence for some reason."
"He is just being a prick, like usual, but your probably right. Shouldn't give him a reason to be more of a jerk I suppose." I grinned when she let out a watery laugh and she stopped crying.
"Okay, well, I'll just give you a call sometime. We can go watch a movie or something." I nodded happily and closed the door as she started the car. I waved and went back into the house, just now noticing that it had started to rain.
I joined Quil and Embry once I grabbed a beer and enjoyed the party until a few hours later Emily came over with a worried look on her face.
"Whats wrong Em?" Quil asked.
"Its Paul. He hasn't come back yet and its been a few hours, plus its raining pretty heavily out there. Sam said he isn't phased either." I wasn't exactly worried, considering that Paul was an ass and I was pretty sure we couldn't get sick.
"I'm sure he just went home or something. Paul can take care of himself." I said without much thought and took a drink of beer. Emily was giving me this sharp look that clearly said she wasn't happy with my answer. It also had a hint of sadness in it, for what I wasn't sure.
"I think someone should go out and look for him." She finally said after a moment. Sam came up and wrapped his arm around Emily before anyone could say anything.
"I agree. Jacob, Quil, Embry, go out and look for him and bring him back. Alive." He said looking pointedly at me. I scoffed while the guys laughed. "I'm serious Jake. Don't give him any crap and ignore him if he provokes you." Sam said in his Alpha voice. I sighed and drained my beer.
"Alright guys, lets go. The sooner we find him the sooner we can come back and enjoy the party." We went out the back, shedding our clothes and phasing.
The first time we can actually wear normal clothes and Paul has to go and cause drama. Jeeze. Quil thought. I'll go look at his house. He headed off toward Paul's house and Embry rolled his eyes.
I'll go have a look around town. He might have went to a bar or something. He headed off in a different direction.
Okay, I'll check the beach. If we don't find him we can get the others to help. I headed out and ignored Quil's complaining and Embry's quiet concern in my head. I was annoyed and I didn't care that the other two could hear my disdain in their heads. Paul just had to ruin everything.
It wasn't long before I reached the beach. I smelled him, but the rain had dulled the scent, but I knew he had been here because I saw his foot prints in the sand and an empty bottle of whiskey a little ways up the beach.
Follow the empty bottles and you shall surely find Paul. I thought sarcastically in my head. Paul didn't drink much, considering it took so much to get drunk, it would cost a lot of money that very few people had. I followed the beach until heard someone talking faintly. I looked around and, not seeing anyone, followed the voice that sounded like Paul. I ended up on the cliff that the pack cliff-jumps off of occasionally. I phased back and put my jeans on, once I saw him sitting on a rock near the edge. He was talking to himself and I'm pretty sure that he wasn't aware of what he was saying.
He sounded perfectly sober, but his movements were sluggish and he kept swaying back and forth.
Leave it to Paul to drink enough to get drunk.
"Hey Paul, get up, you've been worrying people, which is a real dick move." Paul whipped around unsteadily, his arm flying out in surprise. His grip on the whiskey bottle loosened and it went flying out over the cliff, into the water below. He squinted his eyes for a moment before turning back around.
"What do you want Jake?" It was then that I noticed that his voice sounded nasally, like he had a cold.
Guess we can get sick. Yet again Paul has outdone himself.
"Sam sent me out to get your sorry ass because Emily was starting to worry. Why she was worried is beyond me, but orders are orders. So get up, so we can return to the party." Paul was silent for a moment and the rain started coming down harder and the wind blew past me, sending small shivers down my body. Paul's body started to shiver, almost like he was about to phase. I prepared myself to phase, but I relaxed when he sneezed and his teeth began to clatter. I sighed, my annoyance starting to dwindle. Paul was a prick, but he was still my pack brother.
"C'mon. Before you catch your death." He stood up and I thought he was going to come along quietly but he just stood there looking out at the water.
"You'd probably be happier if that did happen, wouldn't you?" I barely heard him whisper above the howling (no pun intended) wind.
"What are you talking about? Paul, c'mon, everybody's worried." He snorted softly and took another step toward the edge.
"Not everybody is worried, Jake. The one person that matters doesn't give a damn, and thats what hurts the most." I noticed how close he was to the edge and how unbalanced he was. I knew that jumping wouldn't hurt him, but what if he fell and hit his head on something?
"Paul, stop it. Your starting to scare me. Just come back to Sam's and everything will be fine again." I heard him bark out a hoarse laugh.
"Fine? Fine for you, fine for everybody else. Lets just go back where the only thing I want in this world can be dangled in front of me, just out of reach. Yeah, sounds wonderful. How about you just go back to the leech lover, maybe if you give her enough she will want you the same way you want her." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Where you give everything you have just to get nothing in return." I tried to rain my anger in, but his words just infuriated me.
"You don't know what your talking about!" He let out a humorless laugh and finally turned around to face me. My anger evaporated and was replaced with shock when I saw that Paul, arrogant, harsh, head-strong, Paul, was crying.
"I know exactly what I'm talking about." Two things happened at that precise moment. One, I felt like the strings holding my world together broke and started to reassemble, focusing entirely around those sad brown eyes and I gasped as I realized what just happened. Two, Paul whipped around so fast that he lost his balance, teetered on the edge for a moment before tumbling over, letting out a choked yell that caused my heartstrings to stretch painfully in my chest.
The last thing I saw before he toppled over the edge were watery brown eyes, calling me to reach out and help. I was so shocked by what just happened that it took me a moment to register that I needed to reach out and grab him, but by then it was too late and he was plummeting downward toward the water. He disappeared a few moments later into the dark water and I waited for him to resurface. When he didn't I jumped in.
When I broke the surface and submerged, I looked around frantically, before I saw him suspended in the water about twenty yards to my left, sinking slowly. I ignored my need for oxygen and swam as quickly as possible over to him. I grabbed his outstretched arm and made a mad break for the surface. I reached the surface and took a deep breath in before pulling Paul toward the beach.
It was tiring but after what seemed like hours, I finally felt sand under my feet. I managed to pull Paul ashore with little trouble and laid him down gently. I panicked when I saw that he wasn't breathing and tried to remember how to do CPR. I vaguely remembered the basics so I started to do it, hoping that it would work. After the second time of pumping his chest, he started to choke up the water. I helped him sit up and rubbed his back as he spat the water onto the sand. He flopped down boneless onto his side and groaned. I chuckled before grabbing his shoulder and rolling him over to lay on his back. Half of his face was covered in sand and I chuckled again. He looked up at me confused for a moment before looking around.
"Where...what...how did we..." he paused and looked at me again, "why are we wet?" I smiled and started to get up, offering my hand to help him up, which he took cautiously.
"You fell of the cliff and when you didn't resurface, I jumped in after you. Then I dragged your unconscious ass onto the beach where I proceeded to give you CPR, and here we are." He still looked confused but let it go, which I was glad for because I didn't think now was the time to talk about everything he said up on the cliff.
"Oh." He said awkwardly. He looked out at the water and I chose that moment to really look at him. I had imprinted on Paul. How weird was that? However, I couldn't help but smile as I looked over him. He was shorter than I was, not by much, but enough that it was noticeable. His hair was about the same length as mine and stuck to his forehead and face attractively. His skin glistened in the moonlight and he had the bone structure of a supermodel. I smiled when I caught him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. He turned to stare back at me and I took advantage of it by locking eyes with him.
His eyes clouded over with confusion for a moment before they cleared and a sparkle of hope showed through. Now I understood what he had been talking about up on the cliff and why he was always so hostile to Bella. I was his soul mate, the one person in this whole world that could ever make him complete.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I wondered why, because he seemed like the type of person who would want to stake his claim. Also, because I was always around Bella, who he would undoubtedly see as competition.
"I was waiting for you." was his simple answer and I felt cheesy because that was a line straight out of a chick flick, yet it filled me with warmth.
"Your such a marshmallow." His lips twitched up in the corners in response. "If we are supposed to be soul mates then how come it took me so long to imprint on you? Isn't it supposed to happen when we first see each other after phasing?" He ducked his head in shame before looking away.
"Sam kept telling me that I should stop hiding behind my anger." Then I remembered that I imprinted on him when he crying, something that he never did. He must have dropped his guard and I was seeing the real him. I smirked and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He responded by placing his hands lightly on my hips.
"So, you really are a big mushy marshmallow underneath that crusty exterior? I knew it!" I replied. Paul scowled and pushed me away lightly before crossing his arms. I grabbed his arms and pried them loose. "Oh no you don't. I already saw you, you can't hide from me anymore." I said tenderly before draping my arms around him. He huffed before wrapping his arms around my waist in return, a cute pout adorning his lips.
"Fine, but call me a marshmallow again, or tell anybody ever, and you'll regret it." he threatened, hugging me tighter and laying his sandy cheek in the crook of my neck. "I'm cold." I snorted and pulled away a little.
"C'mon, Sam is probably wondering where the hell we are."
"Mkay." He said tiredly, sagging against me as we headed back to Sam's. Once we arrived the party had died out completely and most of the people had either gone home or past out somewhere. Thankfully, Sam was still awake and he looked worried. I noticed that Quil and Embry were slumped against each other, probably fell asleep trying to stay up waiting.
"Jake! Paul! Where the hell were you!?" He whispered angrily once we were in the house. I let out an unconscious growl and tightened my arm around Paul. Sam blinked before grinning. "About time!" Paul groaned and I snickered.
"Shut up Sam and give me some clothes. I'm cold as fuck."
"Do you have a cold Paul?" Sam asked humorously.
"Yes, now give me some clothes so we can go to sleep!" Paul demanded again.
"I second that, I'm soaked." I butted in. Sam sighed and disappeared into Emily and his room, coming back a few minutes later with some sweats and a hoody for Paul.
"You might want to clean yourselves off first though, your covered in sand, which brings me to wonder what you guys were doing." In a completely un-Sam-like move, he wiggled his eye brows suggestively. I rolled my eyes and Paul snorted.
"Like we'd tell you." Paul answered before pushing past Sam. "C'mon Jake, I'm beat. The sooner we get cleaned off the sooner I can sleep." Sam looked back at me and grinned.
"Good luck, he's a hand full." I smirked back and followed after my love, grabbing the clothes out of Sam's hands.
"I think I'm up to it."
Once I reached the bathroom, Paul was already wiping sand off of his face. When he saw me in the reflection, he turned and crossed his arms.
"Well?" He had a slightly angered look on his face and I began to wonder what I did wrong.
"Well, what?" I asked cautiously. He smirked and held out the hand-towel.
"You gonna help me, or what?" I grinned and took the towel, moving forward to finish wiping the sand off. Once I was done with his face, I moved to his neck.
"Your gonna have to wash the sand out of your hair." He nodded and took the towel from me.
"Your turn." I sighed as he began to wipe off all the sand, tingles running down my spine when he moved to my torso. "Turn around." I obeyed and felt my face warm up as his hand moved lower down my back. "Mkay." I turned back around.
"You should take off those clothes. They're filthy."
"Smooth." He chuckled and my face wet hot, realizing how bad that sounded. "You know what I meant."
"Oh and here I thought I was gonna get some." He sniffed and pouted cutely. I raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Because I wouldn't mind."
"Don't be a perv. I'm sick and tired, so go change and I'll be done in a few." I sighed in mock-disappointment and left to the guest bedroom. I changed into a pair of dark gray sweatpants and put my dirty jeans in a plastic bag that Sam must have left on the bed. It was a few minutes or so before Paul came in, wearing black sweatpants and a gray hoody. I offered the bag and he deposited his dirty clothes into it then set it on the floor in the corner. He laid down on the bed, making room for me. I grinned as I laid down next to him and his lips twitched at the corners.
"I think you smiled more when you were angry." I joked, running my hand up and down his side, trying to warm him up. His arm moved around my waist and we scooted closer together.
"Most of them were fake."
"Maybe you should show me a real one then."
"Your so cheesy."
"And your a marshmallow, we go to together." He rolled his eyes, a grin twitching at his lips. "C'mon. Just one. Your almost there. Don't make me beg!"
"I don't know....besides, when has cheese and marshmallows ever been good together?" His resolve was weakening and I knew what I had to do to make him smile.
"Since I love you." His eyes widened with shock but then relaxed when a small smile spread across his lips a moment later. "See, not so bad." With that I leaned in and kissed him. When we pulled away a moment later, he was still smiling.
"I love you, too." And my heart soared.
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