OK. Haven't written in FOREVER. I promised myself that I would update like every day when I got my laptop. So here I am, on my laptop, writing. And by the way, YES, I have developed a werewolf obsession.

Paul's POV
"Jake! I'm going to the store!" I screamed to the other side of the house at him. ". . . again," I muttered. I had gone to the store over fifteen times in the last week.
"I heard that!" He walked to the front door where I was standing.
I sighed heavily. "What do you want? Has Leah complained about not having food? What about Nessie? Is she still getting her 'food' from the parasites?" I said in one breath. He knew that I didn't like the Cullen's, or any other parasite for that matter.
"I don't want anything." SURPRISE SURPRISE. "Leah'll live. Yes, Nessie still gets her food from the Cullen's."
We said our goodbyes, and I left.

At the Store
I parked my new Mustang and walked into Wal-Mart. Of course, I got weird stares because it was the middle of the winter and I was shirtless. I got 'sexy' stares from hopeless, young girls wanting to get with me because of my gorgeous body. I had always hated shopping; shopping just meant more of me going out in public and getting stares from people. I had never liked anything about myself but my body.

Focus. I went through all of the isles, grabbing one or two of each of everyone's favorites. I looked down at the list. Tampons. Leah? Leah didn't have her . . . did she? I shook the thought away and went to get them. I know I stared at that back wall for thirty minutes before she talked. She was about five foot four and had long, wavy, chocolate brown hair. "Do you need some help?"
"Uhh . . . no. Err—yeah . . . kinda. My . . . friend . . . needs some . . . tampons," I stuttered, trying not to look like a pervert staring her up and down.
"Get these." She handed me a pink box. "I used those before I . . . changed." She looked down as if she were on the verge of telling me something but stopped herself.

When she turned to leave, I managed to speak. "I never got your name . . . ."
"That's because I never told you. It's Lynn. I'm new around here." She smiled and shook my hand. "Your name? Oh wait . . . I know it. Don't tell me." She bit her perfectly shaped lip and looked around a little "Peter. No . . . uhmm . . . Patrick. NO I GOT IT. IT'S PAUL," she screeched and jumped up and down a bit, causing a lump to rise in my throat.
"How did you know my name?" I asked, hoping to carry on a conversation with her.
"I know most of the people around here, but they don't know me."
I started thinking about asking her for her number; just then, she spoke in that sexy voice again.
"Do you have a cell phone?" I automatically took it out of my pocket and handed it to her. She pressed a couple of buttons and handed it back. "Bye, Paul."

Sorry it's so short. I was writing one thing at the beginning, and a new idea came to me. I wrote this. . . hope you like it! Please review. I won't write on it anymore if I don't get reviews. That sounds mean, but there's no reason to write it if no one likes it, right? Right.