Okay, finally the second chapter. I have to say, it's pretty much just a spacefiller and I kind of hate it, but whatever. Btw, I use the word 'fuck' quite a lot here... Idk, felt like doing it. xD
Goes out to my amazing friend Tabi just because I love the girl to no end. :)
Enjoy!
"You," I said, jabbing my good finger at Paul's chest. "Go and take a shower, you look like a mess."
"Come with me," Paul suggested in a seductive voice, leaning against the counter next to me, one of his eyebrows raised.
I spluttered and blushed like an idiot, while Jade hysterically cracked up in my head. Taking a shower with him? Ek! Even though I was completely and utterly shocked by this, I couldn't help but imagine what Paul would look like... Soft droplets of water running down the glory that was his body... Holy fuck. I had to stop this. But... His chest, wet, naked.... Oh fuck, go away, blush!
Seeing my face, Paul burst out laughing and soon tears were rolling down his cheeks while he grabbed his side.
I narrowed my eyes , threateningly edging closer to him. "Are you laughing at me?"
First he nodded, still laughing, but then he saw my glare and sobered in an instant. "Sorry?", he offered, his hands held up in defeat and a smile that looked indeed very sorry on his kips.
"You're forgiven," I allowed, smiling back, and squeaked as Paul leaped forward to envelope me in a tight hug. Then I remembered something.
"Holy crap! Paul, get off me!", I shrieked and shoved him away. Well, at least I tried to, because he didn't even budged as I pushed against his chest as hard as I could. After a moment he stepped back, though and I could see the rejection shining in his eyes, which immediately made me feel sorry as hell.
Then I looked down at my shirt and groaned. "Aw, look at me!"
"I've been doing that all day," he replied, suddenly cheeky, crossing his arms in front of him, that cocky -and sexy I might add- smirk I already knew so well on his face.
I rolled my eyes as I tried to brush the flour on my shirt away. "Ha ha, very funny."
He stepped closer to me and put his thumb under my chin to make me look up at him. "I'm dead serious."
I stared at him, not sure what to do or to say. I wasn't used to this, it felt weird. But right, Jade whispered, surprising me to no end. Dude, I can be nice, too. A smile lit up my face at that and I stood on the tip of my toes to give Paul a kiss to which he immediately responded, softly kissing me back while tenderly holding my face in his hands as if it was fragile. This kiss was the complete opposite to our first. While that one had been passionate and well, hot, this one was sweet and soft. I wasn't completely sure which one I liked the most.
When we broke apart soft smiles were on our faces.
"You know, you can have a shirt of me if you want," Paul said and took my hand to lead me upstairs. We entered the first room on the right.
"Wow." This room was gorgeous. The walls were painted a light, creamy color that made it seem even bigger than it already was, the floor was the same dark wood as the furniture and in the middle of it stood a king-sized four-poster bed. But what really caught my eye was the huge window that occupied almost the whole opposite wall, revealing a beautiful sight. I hadn't realized how close the house was to the ocean. I could see the whole beach and half of La Push, including parts of the woods that surrounded the town.
"You like it?", Paul asked, suddenly appearing by my side.
I nodded, "Yeah, it's amaziiiiii...." My voice trailed off as I turned to look at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt and oh my god, let me tell you.... He was damn sexy. Like... Actually, there was no comparison to this. I would've said Adonis or something, but that sounds just plain stupid and cheesy, right?
Anyway, then I noticed a long, pink scar running over his chest and reached out to touch it. Paul shivered at the contact, but it seemed pleasant to him because he was still smiling softly.
"What happened?", I asked quietly, still tracing the scar.
He stiffened then. After a moment I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," I said, voice soft.
"It's okay," Paul replied as he wrapped his arms around me, too. "I was in the woods with some friends and fell. An out sticking branch pretty much tore half my chest open."
"Ouch," I breathed against his chest and squeezed him more tightly, hoping it would comfort him.
Aw, poor Paulie-poo, Jade mocked in my head, being her evil self again. I mentally growled at her. Well, at least I'd thought it was mental until Paul burst out laughing.
"Did you just seriously growl?", he chuckled, making me blush. Again.
"No," I lied lamely. When he continued laughing I tried to step away, but Paul just kept holding me. Glaring up at him, I noticed that his eyes were burning with intensity.
"You're cute when you're angry," he said, a smile on his lips. Then his face grew thoughtful. "Actually, cute isn't exactly the word I'd use in the first place. Hot fits it better."
Jade laughed again and I was just about to curse out loudly when Paul's lips smashed down on mine, smothering every negative thought in my head. Okay, every thought, every reflex, well, pretty much everything. He let go off my waist and instead cupped my cheek with one hand, the other one pulling me closer.
Losing my balance, I stumbled backwards but instead of colliding with the floor I was suddenly pressed up against the wall, every single inch of me touching Paul's scorching hot skin.
Holy crap, he was an amazing kisser. When he did this weird thing with his tongue... Oh my god. It made me completely lose my mind.
He suddenly picked me up, probably because I was so fucking small, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to steady myself, neither one of us breaking the heated kiss.
Then he turned and walked towards... Something. I gasped as he dropped me onto his huge, soft bed without pulling away, making Paul chuckle against my lips. He lay on top of me now, his arms resting next to my head so his weight wouldn't be completely on me, and kissed the heck out of me.
"Paul," I moaned into his mouth once I realized what we were doing and turned my head away. It didn't have the wanted effect because instead of stopping to kiss me he just started to trail kisses down the side of my neck. "Paul! We have to...For fuck's sake, stop it!"
He pulled away then, smirking down at me. Cocky bastard. "Why?"
"We only met like... 7 hours ago," I pointed out, breathing heavily. Paul rolled to the side and propped himself up on his elbow. "So?," he asked, pulling up one of his eyebrows.
I groaned, all the hope I'd had that I wouldn't need to say this out loud vanishing, and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't want to be the slut who fucks a guy the first day they meet. Plus, I'm not a one-night-stand."
Paul sighed heavily, a sad sound. "You wouldn't be just a one-night-stand."
His voice was so sincere that I couldn't help but believe him, heart racing.
I turned my head to look at him and saw the same sincerity on his face mixed with another emotion I couldn't name. It made my stomach tingle with butterflies anyway. Smiling softly, I snuggled closer to him and breathed in his already so familiar and comforting scent, eyes closed. "You smell so good," I murmured.
"You, too," Paul replied quietly, pressing his face into my hair. "Hey, how are you feeling?"
My forehead scrunched up in confusion as I tried to figure out what the heck he was talking about. I didn't come up with anything, so I just asked, not caring about how stupid this would sound. "What are you talking about?"
"Your arm and nose," he snickered, ruffling my hair.
"Oh! Doesn't hurt at all." Softly poking my wrist without pain shooting through me I added, "Probably because of those freaky painkillers the Doc gave me."
"Yeah, probably," Paul agreed quietly and then sighed. "We should probably get going."
I nodded, yet didn't move, way too comfortable in his arms. A shrill sound -my surprised shrieking- filled the room as Paul swiftly picked me up and carried me downstairs, bridal style. When he sat me down I slapped his chest, more careful than this morning. I didn't really want to hurt myself again. Paul rolled his eyes at me in reply and tugged at my hand to make me move.
"Hey, you forgot to pull on a shirt," I said and poked his side with my elbow.
Looking down at his naked chest, he shrugged. "Doesn't really matter." He paused then and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Does me being half naked bother you?"
I grinned at that and reached up to pull his face down so I could kiss him. "Nope," I said, so close to his lips that mine brushed his as I spoke. "But I don't want you to get sick. It's freezing outside."
Paul pulled away then and stared at me, incredulous. "You do know you're in Washington, right?"
"Hello? I'm from Mi-fucking-ami! We have temperatures like that in winter. Why do you think I was wearing a big fat sweater?"
"Because you like it," he joked -pretty lamely, I might add. Oh well, I laughed anyway.
Then I poked his chest and said, "Come on, Creepy. Go up and pull on a shirt." Looking down at my own clothes I remembered something. "Bring me one, too, please."
"Sure thing," he grinned, saluted and then jogged away, returning fully dressed with another shirt in his hands only a few seconds later.
I was so glad that I'd thought of wearing a top underneath this morning when Paul took of my stained shirt and pulled his shirt over my head before I could react in any way. I considered punching him, but we all know how that would've ended up, so I quickly dismissed that and simply stuck to glaring at him.
"Idiot," I grumbled and turned on my heel to stomp away. Paul easily caught up with me and grabbed my wrist to yank me back into his arms.
"What are you doing?", he asked, adding a somewhat taunting tone to his husky voice, as he held me close to his freaking delicious body. I felt like a 12 year old for even thinking that, but whatever.
"Get the fuck away from you?", I offered and stuck my tongue out at him and proofed the assumption I'd just made to myself. Definitely 12 years old.
Paul mockingly clutched his chest with one hand and pretended to wipe a tear away. I took that as a chance to take two steps back. "You're killing me, my love," he sniffled.
Of course I spluttered like the fucking idiot I am at the last two words. My love. What. The. Fuck. We'd only met, for Christ's sake! Forcing the blood that threatened to taint my cheeks red back down, I coolly shot back, "I'd really like to see that." Needless to say my voice wasn't nearly as strong as I wanted it to be.
As Paul stepped closer again and bent down to kiss me, I started to panic. Holy fuck, we'd just met and here I was making out with him like we'd known each other for years. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
A squeak came out of my mouth before I could stop it and the sudden urge to bolt overcame me. It was so fucking strong that I gave in, grabbed my bag that was thankfully laying in the middle of the hallway and all but ran out of Paul's house, leaving him behind, probably utterly confused and maybe even hurt. But I couldn't let that affect me, I had to get away.
I mentally slapped myself as I ran down the streets because I simply was a fucking idiot that deserved to get strangled or hit by a car. What the hell had I been thinking? Making out with Paul and then bolting?
I think you did the right thing, Jade commented. I mean the bolting part. Of course she meant that. She'd screeched at me not to kiss Paul, after all.
"Ugh, I'm so fucking stupid," I mumbled to myself, not expecting an answer. So it was only natural I started screaming like a maniac when I got one, right?
"Why is that?", a deep voice that ironically reminded me of Paul's asked, practically sending me into a frenzy. And flying backwards onto the wet pavement. Aaaaaaaaaawesome.
"Fuck," I hissed as the pain in my wrist flared up again. I'd instinctively tried to catch the fall with my hands which was the worst idea ever.
"Hey, you okay?", the voice asked again, making me look up. The guy even looked like Paul. On the other hand.... Every Quileute looked the same to me. Oh well, kind of.
I stared up at the dude in front of me , suddenly furious as hell. "Do I look like I'm fucking okay?"
He held his hands up in defeat, a fucking smirk that annoyed the heck out of me on his fucking face that annoyed the heck out of me, too. "Sorry, just asking."
When he extended his hand for me to take, I growled and swatted it away. "I don't need your fucking help."
Scrambling to my feet, I started to walk down the road and hoped that I was walking the right way. The idea of getting lost in tiny La Fuck didn't sound appealing to me. Why are you so damn nasty? Jade asked in my head, sounding fucking pissed. Why I was so fucking nasty? Well, maybe because.... Argh, I didn't even fucking know myself!
I groaned, annoyed with myself, and sped up until I was almost jogging, hoping that random dude would just leave me fucking alone and be nasty.
Needless to say he didn't. Which reminded me of Paul again.
"I'm Brady," he said, offering me his hand that I simply ignored. Until realization sunk in.
"Fuck!", I screeched loudly, stopping dead in my tracks, as I stared at him. "You're Brady? Why didn't you tell me before?" Seeing his confused expression I introduced myself. "I'm Maylee, Klee's daughter." Don't even ask me why my mother named herself Klee, you really don't want to know. Okay, truth be told, I didn't even know myself.
His face lit up like a fucking Christmas Tree as he pulled me into a tight hug. What the fuck was it with those La Push people and hugging? Sure, I'd only had Paul and him hug me today, but still! In Miami no one does that! Maybe they're all crazy. I mean, just look at them. They're all huge! Jade had a point there, I had to admit that.
"What happened to your face and wrist?", Brady asked as soon as he let go off me, genuine concern on his face. At the same time he continued walking with me following suit.
I curtly explained the situation to him, leaving out the part where Paul and I had kissed and stuff. No need to corrupt his 15 year old innocence. The fact that Brady stared at me with a really weird expression when I told him Paul had taken me to his house didn't go unnoticed by me, but I decided against rubbing it in his face. I probably didn't want to know what it was about anyway.
A few minutes later Brady walked into a driveway that lead to a gorgeous little house. My new home, I realized, remembering the pictures Mom had shown me.
"Your Mom and my Dad aren't at home, they went shopping or something," Brady said as he pulled the door open. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief as I noticed it wasn't locked, but didn't say anything. Not my money that would get stolen.
"Ah," I said dumbly, distracted by the inside of the house. It wasn't nearly as big as Paul's house, but still nice. Now that I could compare his house to this, I realized what had been missing. A personal touch. There had been no pictures in his house, nothing that showed a unique person lived there.
Here everything was scattered with stuff and loads of photographs hung on the walls. It was extremely cozy.
"Klee already picked up your stuff from the hotel, it's in your room." When I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and questioning eyes Brady added, "Upstairs the third door on the left."
The room was... Damn plain. White walls, wooden floor, bed, desk and closet. I made a mental note to ask Brady where the next hardware store was so that I could go out and buy some paint to make it more... Well, me.
Sitting down on the bed, I replayed the day in my head and instantly whished someone would knock me down with a crowbar. Just because I fucking deserved it. Ugh, I didn't even want to think about how much I'd hurt Paul by running away after what he'd done for me. I was so goddamn stupid.
After a few minutes I was starting to get too restless to just sit in bed and fume around, so I got up and shuffled down the stairs to search for Brady.
"Hey, Brady?", I asked once I found him... Stuffing his face in the kitchen. I shook my head at his non-existent manners and proceeded to talk as he looked up at me questioningly. "Is there a cigarette machine somewhere here by any chance?"
Brady raised his eyebrows, a disapproving look on his face but answered anyways. "Yeah, down the road. But you really shouldn't smoke."
"Thanks!" With that I was outside again, marching down the deserted street to satisfy the need that had grown inside of me. I knew I'd promised myself and my friend Pete that I would never ever touch a cigarette again, but I just fucking needed it. My chest grew tighter by the minute, a pressure building up, waiting to get released with a scream. Or a cigarette. And since La Push was so fucking small that the whole town would hear my damn scream I opted for the first alternative.
Just when I thought I couldn't bear it anymore the cigarette machine came into view, electing a relieved sigh from me and making me speed up my already pretty fast pace until I was practically running towards it. When I finally reached it I clumsily fumbled with the buttons, freaking out when it didn't react immediately and ran my hand through my hair in exasperation.
When I finally held the heavenly cigarettes in my hands and frowned down at them, wondering how they would affect my asthma. Probably pretty badly since I hadn't smoked for a long, long while, but I would risk that today.
Coughs erupted from my chest as I took the first drag and I doubled over in pain. I knew that it was going to pass soon enough, though, so I tried to calm my breathing down as much as possible until the coughing and pain subsided.
Despite the echo of the former situation's pain I took the next drag and, much to my pleasure, didn't have to cough again. The tightness was slowly lessening until only a soft pressure was left. Deciding I could live with that, I threw the half-smoked cigarette into a puddle in front of me and started walking back to the house. No, back home. Even though I was calmer now, I still wanted to tear my fucking hair out for being so goddamn stupid. I mean, what the heck had I been thinking? Seriously!
Jeez, get the fuck over it, it's too late to change it anyway, Jade growled at me. I childishly stuck my mental tongue out at her while toying with the pack of cigarettes in my hand. I knew she was right, but at that moment I felt like acting like a goddamn child, so I simply denied the truth. I was able to change it. If I apologized. Hell no! I had to agree with her at that, because I sure as hell wasn't going to apologize for running away from a guy I barely knew who kissed me. You kissed him back. Newsflash, Jade is the most bipolar person I've ever met! Even though she isn't a person, and I technically haven't met her, but whatever. You get the gist.
I was determined not to apologize to Paul. Until I bumped into him, that is. What the heck was it with people in La Push and appearing out of thin air?
"Paul!", I squeaked , stumbling away from him, the panic taking over again. But then I looked at him.... And oh god, let me tell you... He was a mess. Well, not really, but he looked so messed up in a emotional way that it broke my heart. It actually more like blew it up, especially when I realized it was me who'd done it to him.
"Sorry," he said in a flat monotone and turned around to walk away, leaving me completely dumbfounded. Why was he apologizing?
It took me quite a while to regain my composure; Paul was almost around the corner when I began running towards him, calling his name.
He turned around again and looked at me with questioning eyes, the sadness still there.
"I'm so sorry," I rasped as I leaped at him, wrapping my arms around him in a death grip. He stiffened at my touch, but returned the hug a moment later. "I'm an idiot."
"No, you're not," he disagreed softly while stroking my hair. His voice sounded so much happier already.
"Yes, I am. I don't know what got over me at your house," I muttered, my fucking face beet red in humiliation. "I'm so sorry."
He pulled away slowly, creating some space between our bodies. "It's alright."
I shook my head, staring at my feet, so fucking ashamed of myself.
Paul sighed and put his finger under my chin to make me look up at him. My eyes widened at the genuinely happy smile on his gorgeous face and I immediately felt myself mirroring it. Then I noticed a container in his hands and frowned at it.
"What is that?", I asked curiously, poking it as if that would give away what was inside of it.
"Your cupcakes," Paul shrugged, still smiling. I grinned up at him and looped my arm through his, leading the way back home.
When we reached the house there was a car in the driveway that hadn't been there before. Well, fuck. Mom was here. Which meant Michael was here, too. I wasn't sure if I was ready to face them, no matter how irrational that was, considering the fact that I'd met Michael before and usually wasn't shy. But on the other hand I had refused to move into his house just the night before, so maybe my fear wasn't that stupid. What if he was angry at me and didn't want me to move in anymore?
I didn't notice I'd frozen in the middle of the street until Paul gently pulled at my hand, snapping me out of my stupor.
I shot a panicked glance at him and jerked my chin towards the house, hoping he would get it.
"They won't be mad at you," he rolled his eyes, pulling me towards the front door, and simply marched in like he owned the place. I was too shocked to react, so I just stumbled along, eyes wide.
"Hey guys" he said casually as he plopped down on the sofa in the living room, pulling me along so that I landed on his lap. My face grew red again and I was just about to jump up when Paul firmly held me by the waist. My eyes darted between Brady, Mom and Michael and I was so thoroughly confused by what I saw that all I could do was fucking gape like an idiot. They all seemed so... Unsurprised. What the fuck was going on here?
"I talked to Jake a few minutes ago," Brady said, looking pointedly at Paul. Which confused me even more.
"What the fuck does Biceps have to do with this?", I demanded angrily, glaring at Brady who burst out laughing at the nickname I'd given Jacob. "What is going on here?"
When no one replied, I huffed and all but ran up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door shut behind me with a loud bang. I knew I was acting like a child and a total bitch --- which I seemed to be doing for the past hour --- but I couldn't bring myself to care as I threw myself onto the bed and screamed into the pillow in annoyance. Absolutely nothingwas working out today! Nothing!
I didn't respond to the soft knock at the door, hoping whoever the heck it was would go away and leave me alone. The someone in front of my door sighed and then simply pushed the door open. It was Paul.
He sighed again as he sat down at the edge of the bed, creating a bump so that I involuntarily slid closer to him. I didn't mind, it felt nice to feel the abnormal heat of his body and it also calm me down a little.
"What's wrong?", he softly asked and began to stroke my back.
"Nothing," I lied lamely, pressing my face into the pillow. At that second, I hated myself pretty much.
After Paul sighed again, I sat up and crossed my legs Indian style, staring at my lap. "It's just... I don't know, I'm frustrated, I guess. My day's been really craptastic so far and I messed everything up. I mean, look what I did to you earlier and to Michael and Mom. And to myself. Ugh!"
Paul was silent for a moment before leaning forward to pull me into a tight hug, giving the top of my head a soft kiss. Because this position was damn uncomfortable and because I wanted to be closer to him, I scrambled onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest. Actually more like pressing the side of my face against his chest because my damn nose wouldn't have anything else without hurting like a bitch.
After a while someone knocked on the door. Getting off Paul's lap wasn't exactly what I wanted, but I had to, so I sat down next to him and stuck to grabbing his hand before I called a quiet "come in."
The door opened and my Mom stepped through it, eying Paul and me skeptically, probably searching for any sign we'd done something, if you know what I mean. She then gave Paul a very pointed glance that clearly said get out of here, I need a private minute with my daughter.
He squeezed my hand before getting up and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.
And then I had the whole daughter-freaks-out-randomly-and-mother-wants-to-know-what-the-fuck-is-going-on-between-daughter-and-seemingly-random-dude-talk with my Mom.
Let me tell you, it wasn't amusing. No, not at all.
Yeah, I know. What a shitty ending, but I really couldn't think of anything else (maybe because it's 5am and I can't even think straight anymore)
Anyway, please review?