A/N: Hey guys! So, I'm home sick from school today, and I am wisely using this time to write/create some fics for Paily week! This is Day Two, and the prompt is "Paily + friendships". I've decided to compile the rest of the prompts in one 7-8 chapter story (day four will have two chapters). My first entry for Paily Week day one is called "He's Not as Scary as He Looks", and I have it uploaded to my fan fiction account. Check it out if you want to read that one also. As for this story, it will be slightly in-the-future told from Emily's point of view. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

I Know His Eyes Wander
Pairing: Paige/Emily
Rating: T
Words: 1,413

"Em, seriously, you're bringing this up again?" Paige tosses her hands in the air incredulously. "We're just friends."

"I realize that Paige. I mean, obviously," I gesture between the two of us, "but still, he gives me a vibe. I don't like him."

"Seriously, Emily? Your basing judgment off of some stupid "vibe" he gives you? Unbelievable," her voice now rising above a shout. "Zane is my friend, Emily. Okay? Besides, he knows I'm gay. He's met you, for Christ's sake!"

"Paige-"

"No, Emily, I don't feel like hearing any more about this-"

"Have you seen the way he looks at you?" It's my turn to cut her off. "He stares at you like some sort of prize! When I dropped your coffee off last Saturday and came to see you, he was ogling your ass when you were on the latter!"

"He was not!" she shouts back at me.

"He was too!" I ball my hands into fists and she pinches the bridge of her nose, letting out an angry sigh before grabbing her keys from the counter and stepping out of my view.

"I'm going to the shelter. I'll be back at four. I hope you'll have a better attitude when I come back," she snaps without taking a second look in my direction. I open my mouth to retort but the sound of the door slamming stops me. I sigh in defeat and rub my temples.

It's not that I don't trust Paige, because I do. It's him I don't trust. It's Zane.

When Paige and I moved to New York six months ago, she had desperately sought out to volunteer at the nearby homeless shelter. Bless her heart for being so caring. It astonishes me how easily she'd give up her free time to help those in need. Everyone she works with adores her; I mean, who could blame them? She is adorable in every sense of the way: charming, friendly, outright beautiful.

But, some people adore her too much.

When Paige first mentioned Zane a couple months back, I thought nothing of it. She told me that he knew she was gay (we decided on telling any future employers/coworkers/employees immediately when asked), and I was truly happy that she was making new friends. Soon, they started hanging out with each other outside of work, and to say I was jealous was probably an understatement. It was strange; someone new and exciting had taken an interest in Paige's life, and I started feeling upset when she would talk about him, feeling like I was being left out of all the fun things they would do together. I would make snide comments under my breath about him, and she would sometimes catch them, but she chose to ignore them. One day, she had finally had enough of my antics and flat out asked me what my deal was, and why I had such a problem with Zane.

At the time, I really didn't have a straight forward answer.

But now, now I have a reason to truly despise him for the creepy creature that he is.

Whenever the two of them are together, Zane is always close, too close, and not in the protective friend way. His touch lingers; whether it is on her shoulders, arms, or hips after he's held her steady. If you watch Zane when he's talking to Paige, you can see his eyes travel blatantly across her body and end directly on her chest.

And the worst part? Paige is completely oblivious to it all! She denies ever noticing how he touches her, where he touches her. He's come so dangerously close to areas only I'm allowed to touch, I've seriously considered breaking his fingers.

Opening my mouth to say something to her about it in the first place was probably a bad idea, but I wasn't going to just stand around while some creep practically undresses my girlfriend with his eyes. But, since she easily irritated on the subject of Zane whenever I bring it up, she basically tunes me out and doesn't listen to a word I say.

She'll learn soon enough though, that I'm not joking, and I cannot wait to say I told you so.

The hot water from the shower beats down against my skin as I replay our fight from this morning over in my mind. I may have been a little too harsh on Paige, and vice-verse, but it had to be done. I had to get my point across.

"Em?" I faintly hear my name being called from outside of the bathroom door. It's four already? I guess time flies when you're angry. "Emily?" I stay quiet, hoping to avoid a confrontation during the 15 minute shower of peace that will probably be my only chance to unwind.

I hear the bathroom door open and shut, followed by the sound of clothes dropping to the floor. I hear the shower door open, letting some of the steam out. Truthfully, I want to spin around and melt into Paige's arms, but I wanted her to think I was still angry and that I wouldn't give up so easily.

She clears her throat and I cock my head to the side, just enough to see her from the corner of my eyes. She has her arms across her chest and her head bowed down, with what seems like tear-stained cheeks. My facade drops quickly as I spin around to face her, my hands cupping her cheeks and forcing her to look at me.

"Baby? What's wron-"

"You were right," she says in monotone. I stare at her unsure for a moment, and then it hits me as I watch her eyes trail all around the shower, all around the floor, and she's frantically searching for anywhere to look but in my eyes, knowing she'll spot my internal cheer of victory in them.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do, Emily. I can practically hear the smirk in your voice," she sighs and looks at me in the eyes sadly, melting my heart. I pull her flush against my body and let the hot water surround us, lightly stroking circles on the small of her back with the tips of my fingers.

"What happened?" I asked with general concerned laced in my voice. Internally, my mind was in a frenzied rage, not knowing what this pervert did to my girlfriend. But, it was enough to make her cry, and I was beyond thinking about asking him politely to leave her be. Now, all I could think about is taking a sledgehammer to his perfectly chiseled jaw.

"He..." Paige mumbled into the crook of my neck before pulling away. "We... we were unloading a new shipment of donated clothes from my truck that I had just picked up. I tripped on the curb walking back over to the truck bed and he grabbed my hips to keep me from falling. We laughed about it and I hadn't noticed his hands slipping into my back pockets until I felt a squeeze. I started panicking but before I could do anything he spun me around... and..."

"And what, Paige?" The concern in my voice now replaced with seething anger. 'I'm going to rip this guy a new one'.

"...kissed me," she said, slamming her eyes shut. My heart dropped into my stomach and I stared at her with a blank expression. If I was feeling rage before, it's nothing compared to what I feel now. I could see the panic in her eyes as she tried to console me. "Emily! I swear I shoved him away! I didn't let him do anything, I swear! Emily, you have to believe me! I punched him right in the gut afterwards! Em, please don't hate me..."

I stared at her curiously for a moment before a small smirk tugged at my lips. "You punched him?"

Paige nodded frantically.

I gently cupped her cheek and pulled her in to place a lingering kiss on her forehead to tell her that it was "okay", and that I forgave her. I knew she didn't do anything wrong.

"I should have listened to you," she said quietly. I resisted the urge to just boldly say I told you so and dance in victory, due to the disheveled state she was in, but I couldn't help myself from letting something come out of my mouth.

"Yeah, you should have."