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Chapter 2.
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"Paul..?"
"Stephanie, darling, come on inside, get out of this weather." he opened the door wider and stepped back to let you inside.
"So what are you doing here?" he asks. You have a strange feeling that your still looking in shock but you cant tell.
"I just came to see Paul, we had an argument earlier…."
"Ah, he didn't seem a bit off when we asked how you are, Pat and I just dropped by to see how things are getting on."
"Yeah, I just wondered, have you got a new car?" You think back to the car outside, you don't recognise it as theirs, your positive they had a silver one, this was defiantly dark.
"Oh no, it's a lease, Pat went and crashed the other one." he said nonchalantly as he led you through to the kitchen.
"Is she okay?"
As you enter the kitchen you are automatically pulled into a tight embrace. "Stephanie, Dear! How are you? its been a while."
"Im good thanks. You?"
"Oh im fine thank you. Had a little bump in the car as Paul as probably told you about."
"Yeah, I was wondering about your car. I didn't know who was here when I pulled up."
"Oh I had little bump in the town and…" Pat went on until she was interrupted.
"Little bump?! The whole front end of the car has to be replaced."
"Yes well at least im okay right?"
"Yeah, suppose."
You watch the interaction between Paul's parents. You breathe a sigh of relief as you realise that Paul isn't cheating on you. Although it makes you wonder a little more about his actions, but for now you just sit and converse with his parents about work and life in general.
You watch the two of them, they argue a lot, but the love is still there. You can see it in their eyes, you crave that same thing, that love they share, the undying, I-love-you-even-if-you-crash-my-car, scream from the rooftops kinda love that you see in movies. Part of you still believes in Prince charming and the white horse, Disney fairytale sort of love and you want that with Paul, if he would just stop being so freaking distant!
You hear movement from the stairs, here he comes. You tense a little, wondering what his reaction of you driving all the way to New Hampshire just to see him after you've had an argument will be. Will he be happy? Surely a little, if he liked you at all he'd be a little bit happy. Your mind runs at warp speed as you think more about his reaction, if he's angry, or annoyed and doesn't even want to talk to you or maybe you could quickly sneak out the front door, if he's upstairs that gives you time too…
"Steph?"
Too late, he's seen you, sitting in his kitchen, with your parents, at his table, a very nice table actually, you begin to think if you stare at it hard enough you'll either explode and disappear, like he's never seen you or it'll do nothing, pretty much like it is just now, its doing nothing, its a table, what were you expecting it to do in the first place, dance?! now you look like an idiot that cant stop staring at a table…
"Hey…"
"I think this is our sign that we should haul ass before the faecal matter hit's the rotating air device, if you know what im saying." nodding towards his wife, Paul Sr. stands up and you cant help but laugh at his corny attempt not to swear.
"Paul, please. Behave…"
"Well Pat…im just saying….this could get a little"
"Dad! Shut up."
You stare at Paul, trying to read his reaction, you pray to god that he isn't angry, shocked maybe, but not angry, you cant deal with angry right now.
"Okay son, keep your hair on…we're off now. We'll call tomorrow."
"Sounds good. I'll talk to you then."
You watch the family say their goodbyes as his parents head out the door to their car. You do look-at-me-im-nervous thing of tapping your fingernails on the table, it annoys you at the best of times but when you do it, it doesn't seem to bother you that much.
"I thought you hated that…"
He's back, you look up at him and give him a smile, he knows you. He can read you like a book, which is surprising because your not the easiest person to read.
"Yeah…a little." you stop tapping your fingers and place your hands on you knees, you feel like a little kid who's just been sent to the principals office for doing something wrong.
"So…what brings you out here? In the middle of the night, during a storm…" Paul leans back awaiting your answer. He gives you a smile, a smile that shows you he isn't angry, you breathe yet another sigh of relief.
"Honestly?…You."
"Miss McMahon please, your making me blush."
You laugh, but sit in the same position. "I just want to know whats going on, I thought if I came here…"
"Steph, its nothing…really."
"That doesn't help me…"
"I don't know what your looking for." He brings his arms forward and crosses them on the edge of the table, looking down he begins to explain that he doesn't know what your wanting and he knows what you type want from a relationship etc and this is when you really feel the need to interrupt.
"Im sorry…what?"
"What?" he looks up at you again.
"My type? What the hell do you mean 'my type'?" you quieten down, you just realise you raised you voice a little too high there.
"C'mon Steph, you know, women…they wants marriage and kids and the whole picket fence deal, I cant do that…its not me."
"Im not asking for that. Im asking for you. Even if you are an asshole and have major commitment issues."
"I have a reason for that…"
"Tell me…"
Okay, a guy has just admitted to having commitment issues, even the most obvious issues gods don't admit too that. Your head starts spinning and you begin to wonder why the hell you always seem to go for the messed up guys. Another crash of thunder hits and this time the lightening follows. In avoidance of answering your question Paul stands up and backs away from the table and walking out of the room, there's no way your letting him get away with this one, you get up and follow him through to his spacious living room.
"Paul…"
"Im gonna put the car in the garage, where's your keys?"
"Why?"
"Do you want your's in to?"
"Whats the point if im gonna leave in half an hour anyway…?"
You walk up to him and he takes your keys from your pocket. "I don't care if I am an asshole, im not letting you drive in a thunder storm."
He takes your car keys without breaking eye contact and you feel that spark between you again…or was that lightening?
Your left standing in the hallway as he rushes outside and reverses your Mercedes into the garage followed by his hummer. A little voice breaks your thoughts…
"Daddy?!"
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