A/N Hey my hopefully faithful followers! Chapter four, another day in the life of Drew Karson. I was listening to one song over and over as I write this chapter, I think you'll realise

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"Wondered when you'd finally come home."

Whoa, okay that was creepy. Jake had just dropped me off and almost as soon as I close the front door behind me and turn to face the darkness of the house, that is what I hear? Oh hell no.

"Okay, one, where the hell are you and two, have you been just sitting in the dark waiting for me to come home?" I asked her as I searched for the light switch.

She switched it on herself and light flooded the house, "I'm right here and no I heard a car in the driveway," she defended as she shifted uncomfortably.

So that was a yes, she had been waiting in the dark. I stared at her for a few seconds before placing my keys in my pocket and slowly walking past her, "I'm going out tomorrow, so I'm going to head to bed now," I said as I climbed the steps, Karla remaining silent behind me.

The sun was bright and birds were singing outside my window...

Jokes.

It was forecasted for heavy rain and the only noises I heard was the wind whipping through the trees around the house. Well, La Push has some charms doesn't it. I rolled my eyes as I stretched and rolled over, snuggling into the warmth more.

I have officially decided that the world is awesome enough today and doesn't need me. I'll just have to stay in bed all day. Damn. I peeked my head out from under my covers and looked over to the bright blue of my alarm clock. 11:19 am, lovely, I still have a whole day in bed.

I shot up promptly falling out of bed. Emily's... oh come on! I should have set my alarm clock, I'm horrible with time and I know that. Curse my laziness... actually don't because I plan on sleeping in tomorrow. I stumbled into my bathroom quickly turning on the shower and undressing.

After a very rushed shower I sprinted over my closet throwing open the doors. I wrapped my hair in a towel as I combed through my clothes. Shrugging I pulled out some black leggings and a tight, long dove grey shirt. After slipping on some grey heeled boots I got out my hair dryer and turned it on. After a quick dry I brushed my hair and applied some light make-up. I looked in the mirror and deemed myself satisfactory.

"Karla? I'm using the car," I yelled blankly into the house.

She was still home; she slept in worse than I did. Pft laziness. Disgusting

"Good for you," I heard her shout back, her voice slightly muffled by her pillow most likely.

I scoffed and walked down the stairs, grabbing the car keys and my house key before slamming the door loudly behind me. Didn't take long before I was pulling out of the driveway and on my way through the wet streets of La Push.

"I'm not a perfect person," I sung along with the radio, "there's many thing I wish I didn't do,"

Long after the song was over, the lyrics remained stuck in my head. I would have to get a copy of that song; I'll ask Karla and the boys, one of them is bound to have it.

I hate it when you get a song stuck in your head.

Paul's POV

I chuckled as Emily slapped Sam roughly when he made a crude comment.

"That's what you get," I said breathlessly.

Sam looked over to me with a glare before smirking slightly, "why you here Paul?" he asked me as he cocked his head.

I knew the reason but that didn't mean I was going to tell him, "boredom?" I offered.

Sam laughed, "but we're having a visitor today," he whined.

I feigned shock, "who would want to visit you?" I asked trying to sound as though this information was new.

Sam smirked, "Karla," he sang.

I frowned, "I thought..." I started before shifting in my seat.

Sam, Emily and Jake cracked up laughing, "You're here because she's going to be here," Emily said accusingly.

"Am not," I defended.

They just laughed back causing me to pout. I hate being laughed at; people's laughs irritate me, well except for Drew's. She has a nice laugh, it sounds like clear bells almost—nope. I'm here because I want to get to know her a bit better. That's it, just friendly.

Friendly.

Who knows maybe we'll get along and maybe go to a few movies together? Just friendly of course, that's it. Damn, I'm starting to sound like Jared or Sam. They always sound so whipped and... and gooey. Hey no, I am not whipped and please! I'm Paul Lahote I do not do gooey.

"Hello, Earth to Paul?" Jake was yelling as he waved a hand in my face.

I turned a glare on him, "what?" I snapped.

He smiled, "what cha thinking 'bout?" he asked playfully.

I just snarled at him and turned away. Emily's face softened.

"Paul," she said gently, "just because you imprinted on her doesn't mean that the pain of being away from her applies to you only. It hurts when I'm away from Sam," she said quietly.

I turned to look at her in slight shock. None of the imprints ever to talk to us about what it feels like to be an imprint. They kept that for the little slumber party things they have when they throw pillows at each other and do make-over's... maybe they're a bit old for that but close enough.

Sam's face spilt into a toothy grin. He tightened the arm was wrapped around Emily's shoulders before leaning in and giving her a kiss on her temple. I rolled my eyes and along with Jake made over-exaggerated gagging noises. We got a glare for all our hard efforts.

I chuckled as a car slowly pulled in, freezing the laugh in my throat. We all froze as we heard the car turn off and scuffling as a door was slammed.

"Will she knock?" Jake asked, shifting, getting ready to stand up.

Emily shook her head, "I just left a message on the door saying only strangers knock," she said with a small smile while still listening intently.

"I'm not a perfect person," we heard the person sing, their voice getting louder, "I never meant to do those things to you,"

I frowned; I think I know this song. Sounds familiar, and by the look on Emily's face she knew it too.

We heard the footsteps stop as they reached the door. After a few seconds of silence the door was opened gently.

"And so I have to say before I go, that I just want you to know," now that the voice wasn't muffled, I caught the distinction that told me it was Drew's voice.

She stopped in the hallway, clearly unsure of which way to go. She had stopped singing and was silent as she listened, probably waiting for us to make a noise first. Emily was struggling to hold in a laugh and after more time of the awkward silence she cracked.

"We're in the lounge Drew," she said breathlessly as she laughed.

With no more hesitation she stomped into the lounge and glared fully at Emily, who just raised her eyebrows in return. Emily stood up and opened her arms, the universal gesture for a hug. As Drew rolled her eyes and complied Jake and Sam stood up out of manners. And since my manners are impeccable, I stood as well.

"Morning," Drew said, sounding out of breath as Emily hugged her. Hard.

Emily pulled back and gave her a large smile, "Good Morning," she said before taking a step back into Sam's embrace.

Sam nodded at her with a small smile and Drew returned the gesture before Jake cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry am I invisible?" he said, faking hurt.

Drew just stared at him before sighing and hugging him. I stopped the growl that threatened to rise up my throat. Which was harder than I thought, I had to keep reminding myself that Jake was head over heels in love with one Bella Swan. So my Drew was safe.

What? My Drew?

Oh screw it, now my heads turning against me? This sucks. This sucks a lot.

Jake pulled back from the hug with a smile before he stood back. I shocked the entire room—and myself—by stepping forward with my arms open.

Drew's POV

I smiled when Jake playfully gave me a tight squeeze. I still don't understand these guys fascination with hugs. Maybe in time I'll learn. Hopefully that is.

I stepped back and smiled at him. My breath caught in my throat when Paul raised his arms, gesturing for a hug. Last time I saw this guy he was glaring at me from the window in Jakes car but now he wants a hug. Right.

I stepped towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck while he wrapped his around my waist. I expected the most awkward hug of the century but was shocked when instead of the tight hugs the others gave me he gave me a gentle squeeze.

He was warm and smelt heavenly. Okay Drew, stop dribbling and take your hands back. I smiled as I stepped back and turned to face the others.

"Mind telling me what we're doing today?" I asked them as we all sat back down.

Emily turned to me, "Mind telling me what you were just singing?"

I froze up, "uh—you could hear me?" I asked as I nervously scratched the back of my neck.

I heard them chuckle as Emily nodded, "Yeah, so you going to share?"

I raked my brain for the name, the radio had said it but I couldn't remember, "Uhm—uh—a song?" I offered when I was silent for too long.

Sam rolled his eyes as Emily gave me a look, "Name. Now," she said.

I widened my eyes and looked over to Jake and Paul, "She's scary isn't she?" I stage whispered.

Emily sighed and slumped, "Name Drew, otherwise it will be irritated me all day," she whined.

I shrugged, "I know the lyrics just not the name," I admitted sheepishly.

Emily nodded, "sing it," she commanded.

I gave her a look as I raised my eyebrows; she just waved her hands around, gesturing for me to spit it out. I sighed and felt heat rise to my cheeks.

"I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you"

I finished there, hoping that would be enough. Emily frowned in thought before her face lit up, "The Reason by Hoobastank," she said proudly.

I tuttered, "I should of guessed the name," I said, a bit irritated at myself for missing the big hint.

"How did you know the song Emily?" I asked as I leant back in my chair.

She shrugged, "I like those kinds of songs, instead of all that modern crap nowadays," she said, blushing slightly.

I nodded, "Same, I can't listen to half the stuff on the radio without a death wish," I said chuckling.

Emily smiled and nodded before pursing her lips, "What shall we do today?" she mused.

I copied her facial expression but pretended to stroke an imaginary beard, provoking a laugh from the others. I gave them a fake glare.

"I'm being serious," I insisted.

Emily chuckled but resumed her previous expression, "not a good enough day for the beach," she said thoughtfully.

I frowned, "hide and seek," I said happily.

I got a strange look from the occupants of the room, "You guys know I was actually being serious?" I said with a smirk.

Paul nodded, "I can live with hide and seek," he said with a shrug.

The others gave him a knowing look and I suddenly got the feeling I was missing out on something important.

Paul's POV

If perfection had a smell I believe that it smelt exactly like Drew. I had to try not to bury my face in her hair when she hugged me, and it took a lot of self control. Self control I didn't even know I had.

They had continued talking but I was more focused on the sound of Drew's voice rather than the words it was forming. Her attention turned to us and I sat up straighter.

"She's scary isn't she?" she whispered loudly.

I bit back a chuckle as Emily glared at the back of her head. Drew's attention was caught once again by Emily and I took the time to look her over. She had shoulder length ebony black hair that was quite curly, perfectly framing her face. She was quite lean as though she exercised often and her bright blue eyes stood out.

I loved her eyes.

I was brought out of my daze by a melodious voice singing quietly. My eyes snapped back into focus and I saw her lips moving as she sung.

"I'm not a perfect person
There's' many things I wish I didn't do,"

It sounded like the song she was singing on her way up to the house. She could actually sing quite well, her voice was soft but with a slight, growl almost.

"But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things do you,"

Do what? Make me fall head over heels? Worse than Jake?

"And so I have to say before I go,
That I just want you to know,"

No, no, no I'm not worse than Jake, it's not my fault she's so interesting. It's just... curiosity. I'm curious about the new girl in town, who knew my Aunt Hope.

"I've found a reason for me,
To change who I use to be,
A reason to start over new,
And the reason is you,"

My eyes widened as she sung the chorus. I felt something I hadn't felt, never, not once in my 19 years. I swallowed and licked my lips nervously as they suddenly felt bone dry. This could not be happening, not to me.

I, Paul Lahote am falling, and I'm falling hard.

Yeah I have absolutely no idea how old Paul is, so this will have to do.

Anyway I'm sorry for the late update but I have friend (Savannah) staying for a week while her parents are away, so I might be a bit late with the next chapter.

-Taila