Another fluffy one-shot. I think pretty damn adorable!

I don't twilight or the song.

Enjoy My Loves!

(Paul POV)

You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam

Embry.

He always liked the night. I could even see him walk down the streets at night. He did strange things, because he was a strange kid. People don't really know the kid, and we stay away from him. They don't pick on him, because it just doesn't work.

I could see him, on the street at midnight. Nothing but walking in his raster sneakers. Nothing bad, just... walking. To some it seemed suspicious.

But I knew, it was just what he did.

You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery

Sometimes he would be all smiles, and other times just down. That kid interested me, especially when he looked down. He was adorable, I had to say. One dimple on the right cheek. At lunch in school, he sat alone. Never got lunch. In front of him he had a notebook, and he would write.

I got a glance at it once. Some kids took it from him and threw it in the trash. Picking on the odd one out. I got it back to him. Before I gave it back, I saw it was filled with poems. Some happy, alot of them dark. Why they were dark wasn't my business. When I gave it back, he simply gave me a shy smile and walked away.

He's a mystery.

You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls

He always was alone. Sometimes I would catch him in deserted halls, just walking through them. On a few occasions, he would catch me staring. He would simply wink and walk, run or skip through the deserted halls. Sometimes it confused me.

But Sometimes I just chuckled. He had that effect on people who would pay attention. He did strange things. But it was just amusing at times.

You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away
Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?

One time he wore a t-shirt in the middle on December. I didn't understand. But then again, when did I ever understand that kid. But like I said, it was interesting and amusing. He was just... wow. I wanted to ask him why he did it, but I decided to just observe.

His smile, that always seemed to be there. He had a beautiful smile. One that out shined anyone around him.

He could find amusement, with playing with his own shadow. But didn't seem to pay attention to the one in the window.

You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm
but so careful
When I'm in your arms

I don't think he realized how beautiful he was. I think he knew that people knew he was strange. And that's all they saw. A strange kid. But I knew better. That he was so beautiful, it may be painful to watch. His beautiful tan skin. And beautiful, strange blue-silver eyes.

I wouldn't care, or be careful around people, if I had him in my arms.

Beautiful.

Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in

He builds a mystery.

One you want to found out. But he kept to himself, with exception of the winks and smiles he gave me.

Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

It was almost as if I was one he wanted to know him. But he was mystery, that I found hard to crack. I didn't know why he did the things he did. I wanted to know, but at the same time, I didn't. He had now idea what effect he had on people.

A mystery.

You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears
And hold back your tears, oh

I found him on a bench once. He usually sat there. He had his arms folded into himself. I could see his eyes. He was trying to hold back tears. I never saw him cry. And it was a heartbreaking site. I didn't need to know why.

Maybe it ws the kids at school. Did they go too far?

He usually ignores them. Feeds off it. I didn't like seeing something so beautiful, cry.

Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening's thin

I needed to see that grin. That smile. That wink. So I sat with him. Until he calmed down. I leaned over, and wiped the tears from his face. He looked over at me. That small gesture must have done it. Because it seemed that he was back.

He gave me his signature smile, and winked. He got up, and skipped off.

I needed that smile, just as much as he needs to be wearing it.

You're a beautiful
A beautiful fucked up man
You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine

Sometimes he could be a wreck.

But he could be the most beautiful wreck I have ever witnessed. A beautiful disaster. So I just had to ask him. So he took me to the forest. I followed, of course. I liked him. He was beautiful wreck, and just beautiful. Everything about him, interested me.

He's just a beautiful mystery.

Cause you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

"You're a mystery, Embry." I voiced to him in the forest.

He sat down next to me, and blushed.

"Do you like that?" He asked. His voice, soft and whispery, yet beautiful and I knew he could be loud if he wanted. I looked into his eyes.

"Yes." I simply said, and gently grabbed him the chin and pressed my lips to his.

He wasn't surprised, almost like he knew it was going to happen. Another mystery.

Ooh you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

"You're a beautiful mystery." I whispered when I pulled away. He chuckled softly.

"I'm not beautiful, Paul." He murmured. I frowned.

"That's the only thing that's not a mystery. Your beauty." I said firmly. He looked up me.

He smiled. I smiled.

"Would you like it better, if I wasn't so mysterious?" He asked.

"You hold on to your mystery. Keep building it." I said. He nodded and kissed me.

Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully

"Yeah," I repeated softly. "Keep building that mystery. I'll crack it someday. And if I don't, that's fine with me."

He gave his signature smile, and a wink. He builds a mystery everyone, and someday he'll have one to figure out himself. Like love...

You're building a mystery...

Building A Mystery by Sarah McLachlan

I think the ending leaves you wanting more. But I won't write anymore, I'll leave it to you're imagination. Write a story out of this if you want, ;)

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