Hey guys. So i decided at 2 in the morning i was going to write something for my favorite werewolf. Paul. Mmm there is something about a man with a temper that gets the blood goin for me. haaaa...
So i wrote this in hopes to see if you readers think it has the potential to become a story.
Cause really Im still trying to decide. It would be Paul /OC (obviously)
sooo. Your opinions would be lovely :)
Ones in Lucy (OC) POV and the other Paul's POV. R&R!!
Paul POV
There are no words to describe how lucky I am to have met her. My imprint. My life. My love. My Lucy.
She is my complete opposite. She is happy and optimistic and so very gorgeous. She should have turned out a bitter person with a past as dark as hers. She shouldn't see the good in everyone. She shouldn't have turned out as amazing as she did. But of course, Lucy does whatever she wants, and so, she is amazing.
Its a wonder she is my other half. Im an asshole. A fuck up. Im Angry, practically violent, and no where near good enough for her. Im overprotective and curse too much. Im rude and have a temper the length of her pink nail polished pinky nail.
Sometimes I wondered what the gods were thinking when they decided that this amazing woman should be left in my care. In my deadly, violent hands. But, no matter how much i question their fucked up logic, I cant help but shake with anger at the thought of her in anyone else's care but my own.
She was everything to me the second she came stumbling down Sam and Emily's hallway dancing in her underwear, singing "Do you Believe in Magic" into a wooden cooking spoon. And then asked me to join her. I spent that afternoon learning everything I could about her.
Later that night, was the angriest I have ever been. The pack had sat me down after Lucy had went to sleep and proceeded to tell me how I was 'too dangerous' to be around her. I snapped. I didnt even phase, I had just started destroying everything that was in my path, which happened to be Embry's nose and Emily's Kitchen. Lucy came into the room in all her glory, walked up to me in the middle of my warpath, slapped me across the face and said, "Calm down, clean this up, and behave," and walked back out. I did just that. I had calmed down, cleaned up, and behaved with a goofy smile on my face the rest of the night.
If it was possible, I would be furious at her for being stupid enough to love an asshole like me. To let me be the one to hold her, and kiss her, and touch her everyday. And pray everyday that she doesn't realize how stupid she is for being with me, For I cant even bare the thought of living in a world with her not with me.