Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon
Paul: 15 Zoey: 14
OOC!!! BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M WARNING YOU NOW!!!!!!!!
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Paul Samuels sat on his bed, leaning against the back board. His right elbow was in his left palm and his other hand was coveringh is mouth. He was staring into oblivion.
He wore a dark blue long sleeve shirt, black baggy jeans, and blue sneakers.
The door cracked and he saw a girl there, about a year younger than him. She had short scarlet hair and brown eyes. She wore a burgundy longsleeve shirt under an orange bubble vest, jean capris and hikderboots.
"Oh, Paul..." she said, walking to him and sitting in front of him,, "Are you alright? I came as soon as I heard."
The girl was Zoey Bruno.
What had she heard?
That Paul's father had been short and killed.
"Yeah, I'm alright." Paul answered.
"No, you're not."
"No I'm not..."
Zoey pulled him into a tight hug. Paul returned it, buring his head in her chest.
"Paul, you can let it out. If you wanna cry cry." Zoey said.
"I can't. Keeping everything bottled up, it hurts. Now, letting it out would just hurt more... with what's going on."
She could hear his voice cracking.
"Just-"
She stopped, because she could feel her shirt becoming slightly damp with tears. She smiled slightly and huged him tighter.
She kissed his forehead and said, "Its not good to keep it in. Everyone needs to break down and cry some-" he cut her off.
He ripped away from her grasp and said, "I'm not everyone! I-I... I-" he ceased.
Zoey put her hand on his cheek and said, "Its alright. Just take it easy- I'm here for you."
Paul, out of the blue, hugged her again. She hugged him back as he silently cried into her shoulder.
They stayed in the embrace for about 20 minutes before Zoey broke it and said, "Sorry, but I gotta go. I told my mom I'd only be gone 45 minutes."
"Wait," said Paul as she was getting up.
"What is it?"
"Can- Can you... stay a little longer?"
Zoey blinked in surprise. But she smiled and said, "Okay. Lemme call me mom to letter know I'm stayin'."
She sat back on his bed and took out her cell phone. She dialed a number and put it to her hear.
"Hey mom. ... Yeah he's alright. ... Well, I was wondering if I could stay a bit longer. ... Thanks. ... Bye."
She hung up and smiled.
"I can stay."
A tiny smiled tuged at the corner of his mouth.
About two hours passed. Paul was on his back on his bed, and Zoey was on her side next to him.
There was a comforint silence.
"Hey, Zoey?" Paul asked.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Huh?" she sat up and smiled, "Why?"
"For staying here with me. And..."
She put a finger to his mouth.
"I get it," she said, lying back down and cupping his cheeck, "You're welcome. I like staying with you."
"Why?"
"Because I've loved you for a while."
Paul smiled and hugged her. She hugged him back.
"I love you too." he replied, burying his face in her hair.
Yeah, it hurts. But it doens't hurt as much knowing the one you love is there for you.
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A/N before you even SAY OR THINK Paul was OOC, SHUT UP!! That was the point- to make him in grief or mourning or whatever!!! D: Otherwise, the story wouldn't have made sense!! GOSH! review (not flame) plz!!
(once again, I wrote this on paper and it was longer... shoot its really short... DARNED!!!)