I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT! I wish I did, but I can't

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I stared at him. He continued to stare at me. His eye twitched. He blinked.

"Hah! I win Jakey! You loooooooooooooooooose! Haha!" I danced a little happy dance while Jake pouted at his friends laughing. They had stayed over after the party and now it was morning. We all drank gallons of pop to keep us up, and apparently it worked. Most of the guys were bouncing around, literally. Jared was hopping up and down the stairs while Embry, Quil, and Seth were having a leaping contest. Paul was passed out though.

When I noticed Paul was flat out asleep, I had an idea.

"Ay! Guys! I have an evil scheme to play.!"

As soon as I said evil and scheme, they came running over.

And therefore, we discussed.

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"Alrighty then. Lets go." We all set out in search of supplies.

When we all got grouped together, we looked upon Paul. He was still out cold. That's when Charlie came down and saw our mess.

"HOL-" I cut him off and explained our plot to him. Now you may not expect Charlie to approve of this, but he said:

"Mind if I join in?" We looked at him and said "sure!"

And we began! Jake held out the tutu in front of him and put it on Paul. (You know. Cause he was the only gay guy. ) Then Seth proceeded to tape Paul down to the couch. Leah began on his bright pink makeup. Emily got pink sparkly shoes that fit him. Embry put the fairy wings on and Collin were painting his arms pink in sharpie. Jared and Sam held Paul up. Kim got the camera. And for the final touch, I added a bright pink shirt that said: I Love Fairies, Princesses, and one day, my Prince!

We all sat up to admire our masterpiece. And all through that, Paul slept like a baby. And I mean it. He had his thumb in his mouth! The guys joked about that for a while. The girls thought it was cute.

"OH! I just remembered something!" I yelled out. I ran into the other room to get a full length mirror. We put it next to the door, facing away from Paul.

"Now, somebody go wake him up." Everyone stared at me for minutes.

"No way! He's like a monster if you wake him up!" Jake said.

"Alright. I will do it."

I walked over to Paul where he was sleeping.

I whispered, "Paul. The mailman came." And to everyone's surprise, he jumped out of his slumber and ran outside, where Charlie had gathered a bunch of people. It could have been The whole La Push group. Everyone burst out laughing at Paul's appearance and his confused look.

He walked back inside cautiously to be greeted by the mirror. We heard him scream loudly.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!"

Everyone pointed to me. I looked at them shocked. "Hey. That's not nice."

I looked back to Paul where he stood fuming.

"Hehe?"

I could almost see fumes coming out of his ears. I did the first thing that popped into my head. I kissed him. Fully. On the lips. And instantly, he calmed down, only to be replaced with shock. I pulled back and ran into the crowd. After a few minutes, I peeked at him. He was still standing there. His eyes were wide.

I felt someone pound me on the back and the throaty of my friend Jake. "Dude! I can't believe you did that!"

With that, I stepped back out of the crowd and towards Paul. He looked at me, then at the crowd, then fell down, still looking at me.

"Hey, Paul?"

"Hm?"

"You might want to get up."

"Why?"

"People are staring at you."

"Right." He got up and walked to his room. After a few minutes, he walked back down, looking normal.

He walked up to me with a glint in his eyes.

"What?" I asked suspiciously.

He swooped down and picked me up and kissed me hard on the lips. I heard cheers in the background along with whistles. I turned red and pulled away. He was grinning. You hardly ever see him smile.

"Paul."

"What?"

"Set me down."

"NEVER!" And with that, he ran inside with me in his arms. And as romantic as that may sound, I found out that the door doesn't like me. Why? I smashed against it as Paul ran inside. I was okay though.

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I realized that I liked Paul. And he liked me, so we officially started dating. He had asked me out. It was random.

You see, I was sitting in the living room. A few days had passed since Paul kissed me. Paul was sitting next to me.

"Do you like chips?" He asked all of a sudden.

I looked at him. "Um. Yeah."

"How about pie? Sause? Marshmellows? Italian foods? Chinese? Do you want to go on a date? Rice? Beans? Potatoes?"

I looked at him and began answering. "Yes, I like pie. Sause, it dpends. Marshmellows I love. Italien foods are pretty good. I love Chinese food. Date- wait? A date with you."

He looked down, embarrassed. "Yah."

"Sure! I do like rice. Beans it depends also. Potatoes are okay."

Paul looked at me. "How about Saturday?"

"Sure. What time?"

"Umm…. About 6-ish. Would be okay."

"Cool!" I got up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Um, Bella?"

"Yes?"

Paul paused for a bit, then looked away. "Nothing, nevermind." He blushed as I looked curiously at him.

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