"Hurry up and get into bed you stupid fool!" Paul said to me. Paul had been my best friend for just over 12 years. He lived 4 doors down from me and we knew each other better than we knew ourselves. We didn't spend every weekend together, but it was definitely most. Plus we saw one another every day at school. We would text all the time, we just fitted perfectly as friends. We had a funny friendship, we would kiss sometimes, but it was just messing about really. It was as meaningless as a hug. Paul had always had girls, girls he hung around with and had sex with, but we didn't really talk about that. Paul snapped me out of my thoughts by continuing his earlier sentence. "Hurry up, the films about to start!"

By the end of the film I ended up in his arms, half asleep.
"Bella, wake up.." Paul said softly, whilst kissing my forehead. This was his way of waking me up, he always did it. And believe me, I wasn't complaining. I think my heart pounded out of my chest every time he went anywhere near me. But I couldn't help that, it was all part of being a teenager.
"No, sleepy!" I protested with a moan. I didn't want to move from his arms, he was so warm and I just didn't want to move. He chuckled
"Fine then Bella, I'll go home," he said.. He knew that would make me get up. I shot up and he laughed again.
"Are you staying tonight?" I asked, expectantly. It was always great when he stayed, always so perfect. It was quite cute really, spending your Saturday night in with your best friend.
"Not tonight, sorry!" He apologised with a sincere look on his face.
"Why?" I asked, knowing full well the answer. I dreaded hearing it every time, knowing what would happen.
"I'm going out," he said slightly awkwardly.

That translated to "I have a date with a girl and we're probably going to have sex." I sighed internally at the thought. I definitely need to stop assuming that he wants to spend all his time with me. He probably doesn't ever want to spend much time with me but has to because I'm a pesky bitch.
"Don't drink to much," I tried to joke awkwardly. He chuckled slightly.
"I won't don't you worry!" He replied, half heartedly. We both knew that I would worry, I always did. Ever since Jared went off with Sam, whenever he went out, he got ridiculously drunk and called me up to tell me that I'm his best friend and he doesn't want me to ever leave him. It was all Jared and Sam's fault. They're complete assholes and I hate them for hurting Paul this way.

Charlie interrupted my thoughts and the awkward situation by poking his head round the door.
"Are you two alright in here?" He said.
"Of course Charlie," Paul said. Charlie was practically his father, he knows him better than his actual father does.
"Good," he said and smiled. "Are you staying tonight Paul?"
"Not tonight Charlie, I'm going out," Paul replied. Charlie shot me a look, as he knew full well what happened when he 'went out.'
"Ah, that's fair enough. Will you stay for dinner though? The pizza has just been delivered!"
"Of course Charlie, thank you," Paul said and smiled.

Once my Dad had left, I stood up and got out of bed and straightened myself up. I felt Paul's arms slip around my waist and kissed me on the neck.
"Stop it!" I giggled.
"Come on then, dinner time!" He said playfully. I never knew what to think when I was around him. He's always been my best friend and I always have felt something for him. That was normal I suppose. You could call it a crush I suppose. Just a crush.

When dinner was over and Paul left, as soon as the door slammed, Charlie turned to me and said
"He's gonna do it again, isn't he?" And by that he meant go out, get drunk, fuck some whore and drown his sorrows because one of his closest friends doesn't want to know anymore and is clearly on drugs. Obviously I empathised with him as I was really close with Jared too, but this was ridiculous. I wanted my best friend back, my real best friend.
"Of course he is Dad," I said and sighed. Charlie sighed as well.
"Do you want me to talk to him when he is next round Bells?" I shook my head vigorously.
"No Dad! You know what he's like when faced with confrontation! He'll flip his lid and he'll go through one of his dickhead phases and we'll never hear the end of it," I said, knowing what his reaction would be. Although he treated my father as his own and he often listened to him, he wouldn't listen to anyone about this situation. I can say that I have tried to talk to him. He just shouts at me and swears and then apologises and asks me to leave it alone for a little while. And I do. This has been going on for months and I just don't know how to solve it so I've secretly been pretending like everything is normal.
"Isabella, don't swear!" My dad said in a stern tone. I sighed at his old fashioned ways.
"I'm going upstairs Dad," I said as I went upstairs, slightly pissed off about the situation.

I was awoken at one in the morning by my phone bleeping. I had a message, it was from Paul.
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A/N; Hello! Thank you for reading all of the chapter.
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