So, a week later and viola! Paul and Cam's mom was home! We had a non-drinking and smoking party, but it was definitely funny. Paul wasn't an ass today, just kept smiling at looking at me. I would smile back before hiding my face and blushing.

What the hell?

"Hey, can I talk to you?" I shivered when Paul's hot breath hit me. I nodded, biting my lip, before grabbing my jacket and following him onto the back porch.

"What's up?" I attempted to make this a little less awkward but it wasn't working. Paul looked cute though; his hands shoved into his faded dark jeans and looking at his tennis-shoed covered feet. I smiled at him, stuffing my hands into my pockets. It was weird how we moved. Kind of…in sync?

Sure…

"So, I was wondering if you…" he trailed off, looking at me through his eyelashes.

"If I what?" I tilted my head towards him, motioning for him to continue. He sighed deeply, looking back at the house.

"Want to go out…sometime…this weekend?" he looked back down at his feet, not getting the chance to see my dropped jaw. Paul was asking me out? Out of everyone in the world, me? I mean, Paul is amazing. He's funny, and smart, and beautiful, and…perfect. But him and me? I mean, I was no prize…maybe I should be saying these things aloud…

"Why would you want to go out with me?" I asked, trying to get his attention. His head instantly snapped up, looking at me like I was a clown or something.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, your…you. Paul. Cam's brother. The man whore of La Push. The one that every girl loves and every guy envies. I am Kim. The silent bitch. We don't really…I don't know…mix?" I looked at my feet, blushing incredibly.

I just realized something…I like Paul. Wow…hmm? When did I stop liking Jared…?

My eyebrows pulled together subconsciously and Paul raised my head.

"Kim, I know that we fight a lot at that maybe I am not the perfect person to be around. But, if I could have one date with you…I'd try my hardest to be everything you want," he said, looking at me intently. I closed my eyes, sighing deeply at the closeness of our faces and his skin on mine.

"I don't know, it wasn't so much you I was worrying about," I opened my eyes to see one of his eyebrows raised. "I mean, if you were to be seen with me then everyone will think something's going on," I lowered my eyes, whispering to myself, "like anyone would want that-"

"But I do," he whispered back. "I want everyone to know that you're mine. That Kim Marx is my girl and she isn't anyone else. I want the entire world to know that they cant mess with you without me being on their asses every damn hour," he looked at me intently again, causing me to blush but not look away. "I want everyone to know that I'm yours."

"I don't know, maybe we-" he cut me off by pressing his warm lips to mine. I was shocked for a second, but just one second before…

Wrapping my hands around his neck, bringing him closer to me. It wasn't a conscious decision; I swear. It just felt…I don't know…right? It felt like my lips were made for his, and my hands were wanting to be in his hair, pulling him closer, making him push me against the side of the house. I wanted him…bad.

"Fine, you win," I said, pulling away and smirking at him. "But, with the way we started out, we need to start over." I closed my eyes really quickly, pushing Paul an arm distance away. I opened my eyes to see a cocky looking Paul, smiling at me, "Hi, I'm Kim Marx. I love midnight movies, dancing in summer rain, and singing horribly to Prince songs."

"Hello," he said smoothly, reaching his hand out to take mine, "I am Paul Santoz. I would like to watch a midnight movie, dance in the rain, and sing horribly to Prince songs…with you." He winked while I rolled my eyes at his dumbness.

"Should we go back in and restart the party?" I asked, taking my hand out of his.

"Well, sure," he said, opening the door for.

"Cut the shit," I whispered to him before walking in front of a laughing Paul. I walked straight to Cam, Don, and Brook.

"What was that about?" Cam asked before telling me to sit on her lap. I laughed before sitting.

"Code A," I whispered before smirking at grabbing a handful of Doritos.

Six hours later…

"So, what is the deal with you and Paul?" Brook started when we all sat down on my couch. Paul and Jared were somewhere with the creepy Sam guy. I smiled at my three best friends before blushing really badly.

"He asked me out," Cam let out a gasp, along with Don, but Brook just whispered, "finally."

"What?" Cam asked, "He's never asked a girl out. He always fucks her and throws her," she whispered, looking at Don.

"I know, but something was off," I said, tapping my chin suspiciously. "I think he was serious this time."

"Oh!" Don yelled, scaring the shit out of me! "What're you wearing? When is it? Do you need help picking something out? Of course you do, I mean…you are Kim."

"Oh, hush it," Brook said, pattting his shoulder. "I have the perfect outfit. First, you're going to need to text Paul and see where you guys are going."

"I already asked," I said, remembering the mini conversation we had before he left with Jared. "We're going to some club. Jared is supposed to go with some girl of his, Sam is too with some girl named Emily. He told me you guys could go but we're going out to eat before. Just me and him," I blushed.

What is up with me today?

"Oh! We get to go! When is it then?"

"Wait, you're ruining my plan!" Brook said, jumping up and running to my room. We all followed her.

When we were upstairs in my room, I saw what she was doing. I smiled at her idea.

"Perfect."

That Friday…

The doorbell rung, causing me to quickly pin back my hair before yelling. "Just come in and sit on the couch!"

"Oh, like I havent already!" Paul yelled up, I could tell he had a smile by his voice. I rolled my eyes before looking in the mirror.

Brook was a genius!

"Coming!" I said before grabbing my purse while putting my earrings in. When I walked downstairs, Paul showed at the end of it. He was smirking…until he saw me.

"You look…" he trailed off, eyes still scanning my body. I must say, I did look pretty good. I had a short red dress on that had the back missing completely and a clunky white necklace on to match my huge white heels. My earrings were red and white to set the outfit correctly. My hair was curled with two separate pieces on the side of my head twisted to meet in the back.

"Right back at ya'," I winked at him. He did looked good. He had a white undershirt with a black shirt over top that was buttoned up, leaving three unbuttoned. He was dark washed jeans on with some white nikes. He looked mighty fine!

Wow, I need to stop talking my grandma on the phone…Speaking of phone…

"I'll get it," I said, rushing into the kitchen to grab the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey Kimmy! How are you?" My loud mother said over the line.

"Hey ma', I'm doing good. Going out to night with some friends," I said, blushing when Paul's arms wrapped around my waist.

"Oh, any boys?" I could practically hear her heart beat get faster.

"Yes mother, but chill out. I'm with him now, no we're not doing anything. And I already know what you're going to say and you should know that…that isn't going to happen. I will be home by 12 and will call you as soon as possible. Yes, I will lock up and Brook is staying." I said, going over all the rules in my head.

"You forgot one!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Be safe-" I cute her off screaming into the phone.

"Love you mommy, bye!" Before quickly hanging up and smacking a laughing Paul. "Well, now my mom wont have to worry about me being safe." I said to him before walking out of the door.

"Awe, c'mon Kim!"

Okay, so I tried to make it a little more romantic this chapter.

I just hope it makes everyones airplanes fly…?

Anyways, thanks for all the wonderful reviews!

I love you all dearly,

- princess2010.