Part One

It's been a year since Paul's injury and he's been doing great…we've been doing great. In fact, I'm about to go meet with him right now. Apparently, he has something important to ask me.

I get in my car and drive to the auto repair shop to him up for lunch. I'm pleased to see he is already waiting out front for me, a goofy grin gracing his face.

Once he gets in he turns to give me a kiss and hands me a box. Wait…is this what I think it is…?

"What is this?" I ask with a small smile.

"Just open it." He encourages.

I do as he says and open it to see a…key? My heart plummets and I'm sure anyone could've seen my utter disappointment.

"What's wrong?" Paul asks worriedly. "I mean if you don't think we should move in together that's alright." He hastily finishes.

Move in? Oh! The key! The smile returns to my face once more.

"Are you kidding? Of course I wanna move in!" I scream, pulling him to me for another kiss.

"Really?" He asks happily.

"Yes really!" I say giving him a playful push.

He just chuckles. "Well why did you look all disappointed before?"

"Umm. I don't know. I guess I just thought it was a key?" I reply quickly…a little too quickly.

"Rachel, I know you better than that. C'mon, tell me." He begs.

"It's nothing. Ok?" I defend.

"Rach! Seriously? Do you think I'm stupid?" He yells, beginning to get mad.

"Fine! I thought you were going to propose ok?" I scream, pulling up to the restaurant. "But don't worry about it, that's obviously not what it was." I huff, highly annoyed.

"Rach…I'm so-" he starts, but I cut him off.

"Like I said, don't worry about it." I say. "Let's just go eat."

He sighs. "Alright."

We walk in the restaurant and within five minutes we are seated.

Neither of us says anything until the bread arrives.

"You know we have to talk about this eventually." Paul says, breaking the silence.

"No, we don't." I reply dryly.

"Rachel, you know as well as I do that I can't stand when you're mad at me." He says softly, reaching across the table to hold my hand.

I sigh. "Paul, I'm not mad ok? It was a moment of weakness. I don't even want to get married." I lie.

"Well that's good. Me neither." He says, seemingly breathing a sigh of relief. Little does he know that what he just admitted to me hurt more than anything.

"Ummm, hey. Can you order for me? I have to go to the bathroom." I say, getting up before he can answer.

I hurry to the bathroom and as soon as I close the door I break down.

How could he not wanna get married? Am I not good enough?

Stupid Paul…Making me all sappy. I was never like this pre-Paul. Guys used to worship at my feet, but now it feels like the complete opposite.

Five minutes later I walk out of the stall, double checking my face before I leave.

I walk out attempting to look composed.

"You ok?" Paul asks once I sit back down.

"Hmmm? Oh, yeah yeah I'm fine." I respond quickly, waving him off.

He eyes me warily, but doesn't question me further because right then the food arrives.

*AN: Hey guys I know I promised this like way back in the summer but better late than never right? Enjoy! (PS: Part 2 will come out later this week…it may come earlier rather than later if you guys R&R! )*