Little story I wrote out of boredom, one shot and OOC. I own none of the characters, only their attitudes and the words i put to their lips.

Seth/Paul

M Rating. Includes drug use/abuse and sexual confrontations between a couple of dudes. haha no haters please

Paul's P.O.V

Forks High School, home of the Spartans.

A regular murky, wet Wednesday.

I walk over to my locker, still sweating from practice, and start to open it when i hear footsteps behind me.

"PAUL? Where the hell are you man?" A familiar, yet panicked voice asks me. I turn to see Seth Clearwater walking towards me, squinting through blood covered eyes from a burst eyebrow and wiping his seeping nose with his sleeve. "Thank God, I'm glad to see you..."

"Holy fuck... Seth, what the hell happened?" I asked worriedly, taking the vest i was wearing off to hold it to his wounds. He looked down, a little bit shamed.

"Heh... Erm, I might have pissed a few of the jocks off... like, really badly..." That fucked me off. I had been on the football team since i was a freshman and yet these pricks couldn't stand who i talked to.

"Who?" i snarled, wanting to put whoever did this to Sethy thought a wall. Just then i heard a snicker from behind.

"Well well well, Paulie boy playin' fag cop again? How noble." I looked over my shoulder to see Emmett and Jasper, two of the schools most prized footballers smirking at me and Seth. "C'mon man, we don't want any trouble with ya." Seth was shaking a bit, tugging on my top.

"Lets just go Paul, please? I don't want this to get any worse" He pleaded at me with his eyes, those perfect jewels... But i couldn't just let the dumbfucks walk away after what they did to him. Hell, I don't even know if i should let them walk!

"Leave, Seth. Let me take care of this." I look up at Emmett, snarling at him. "I'm tired of this shit." I was about to beat the shit heaps into, well, shit heaps, when Seth grabbed my arm and proceeded to drag me away from them.

"No! I'm sooo not letting you get suspended again." He growled at me. As we neared the door, i could hear Jasper gearing up to say something, trying to block it out.

"That's right fags, run away" He snickered from behind his huge brothers form. I tried to turn back, but Seth stood in my path and looked up at me.

"Please, Paul? Let's just get out of here" I tried to hold his eyes, but i couldn't. I looked to the ground and sighed, then started walking back to the nurses station.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid im out of pain relief." The nurse said after tending to Seth's eye and nose.

"That's okay, I have back at mine." I stepped in, helping him to his feet.

"Oh... Well... Okay. Next please?" The elderly woman asked as she got to the door. We got out to the parking lot without incident, no sign of the shit faced punks... God i wanted to kill them! How could they do this to someone so pure? So innocent?

"You gonna be okay, man?" I asked as we neared my bike.

"I will, might need some help gettigg this helmet off later though." He smiled, I almost melted. "What about you? You good?" He asked, concerned.

"I'll be fine, come on." I faked a smile and straddled my Suzuki, starting her up. Seth sat on behind me, holding me around the waist. I tried not to show emotion in front of... Well, anyone, but it was so hard not to towards him.

We zipped through the 'Rush-Hour' traffic. I almost laughed at that thought. Forks, in a rush, HAH! We pulled into my garage and jumped of the bike.

"Hey, Paul?" Seth looked at me, still wearing his helmet. I walked over to help him.

"Yeah?" I asked, gently easing it off him.

"Why are we... ya know, still friends, anyway?"

"Don't think i follow?" How could i not want to be with him?

"I mean..." He took a moment to get the words together, sitting down on the weight bench beside us. "Why do you still protect me from losers like Emmett? I always guessed that when i came out, we'd... ya know... Grow apart," i knew what he meant. He wondered why i didn't hate him. "Your, like, the only friend I've got from when i was a kid." I tried to piece together a sentence that wouldn't give me away as i grabbed us two bud's out the mini fridge in the makeshift garage.

"I don't care if my friends are gay, straight, bi... Hell, I'd still hang around with you if you were a glitzy show queen" I smiled at him. "But i would like to know what got Emmett so fuck off at you for?" He looked down, then replied.

"Ya know, the usual..." He paused and took a breath. "He made some crack about my breath smelling of dick in the locker room..." Then he smirked. "but since he was kind enough to share, i thought i would repay the favour and tell him what Rose has been saying 'bout him to me..." He gave me a meaningful look. "About his lack of... 'Staying Power' in the bedroom"

"What? Seth have you flipped your lid?" I held him by the shoulders, ignoring the electric feeling it gave me. "That douche-bag's twice the size of you! He could have killed you if he wanted..." I looked away. I exhaled. "So, did Rosalie actually tell you about their bedroom fun?"

"Nah, but he's a 17 year old brick shit house with the lack of brains to match, I figured he'd be pretty quick to end the game." he giggled adorably.

"Your evil on the inside." I smiled as i ruffled his hair. He looked a little pained. "I'll go get you some pain killers, okay? Just go sit down in the living room, grab another if you want." i tapped the can as i said this, then disappeared into the house.

"Sure sure" He muttered walked into the house, closing the door behind him. I walked through to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes were huge and bloodshot. Thank God Seth hadn't noticed. I opened the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Vicodin. It was pretty empty, I'd have to swing past the pharmacy soon. Closing the mirror back over, i opened the little tub and switched the water on. I tapped two pills out and closed it again. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought 'It'll be better soon, the pain will go away' before i threw the tablets into my mouth and swallowed them with some water.