[AN- Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews, i'd love the same for this chapter as well! Tell me what you did/didn't like about this chapter in your review! There is a lot of fluff, and some cute moments i would say between Georgia and Paul, I know he is supposed to be mean in the books and a hott head and stuff but I think in my eyes Georgia calms him down and what not! I know the part between Kim and Jared and Paul and Georgia kind of seemed awkward, but It was just an opener for the rest. I'll have more of Georgia with the other imprintee's soon don't worry! Hope everyone is enjoying their last bit of summertime! ]

I was seated on a large patio chair, chewing on an apple. The sun was beating down, and it finally felt like summer. There was a perfect breeze in the air. I watched as the landscapers worked on the gardens in the front. My legs were spread out in front of me trying to catch a few rays.

"You look comfy." A familiar voice said from behind me. I turned my head and was greeted with a kiss as Paul sat in the chair beside me. I passed him an apple, smiling.

"I am. "

"Good." I could hear him chomping down on his own apple.

He laid his free hand on my arm rest and I absently twisted my fingers into his.

"Are Jared and his girlfriend coming over?" I asked turning to him.

He nodded. "Kim? Yeah. They'll be here soon."

Usually the boys would go to the beach on a nice sunny day like today but I suggested a lunch at my house. Jared was the only one that was free, I told him he should bring his girlfriend along. That way I could get to know Paul's friends better, and meet their girlfriends. A girl without any girlfriends is like a toothbrush without toothpaste.

"Good." I nodded, smiling.

"You're going to like her Georgia."

"I hope so, that way I have someone to spend time with when you're with the boys."

"You sure will." He smiled and leaned in to kiss me once more.

I heard the purr of an engine as Jared pulled up the driveway. I pulled away from Paul and giggled. "We have company, keep your hands off me." I stood up and walked towards Jared's car waving. Paul rolled his eyes but chuckled lightly.

Jared opened the passenger seat door and a beautiful girl emerged. She was simple, yet so wonderful. She smiled shyly and waved slightly.

"Hi, I'm Georgia." I held out my hand, introducing myself before Jared forgot to.

"I'm Kim… your house is gorgeous."

"Thanks. Hey Jared." I smiled and turned to welcome them into the house. "Come on, I'll give you a tour if you'd like."

I had set the table in the kitchen and as the boys sat conversing, Kim and I put together the meal. I set a salad in front of the boys, along with a few glasses of ice tea.

"What is this, rabbit food?" Paul asked fiddling with the salad tongs. He turned to me with a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes as I sat beside him. "Yepp, eat up Peter Cottontail!"

Paul ruffled my curls as Jared and Kim sniggered across the table from us. We enjoyed our lunch – grilled ham and cheese - and the conversation. I found I got along with Kim perfectly. She was shy, but once she opened up it was easy to get to know her.

We sat on the deck in the patio chairs, Paul and I sharing the love seat. His arm was dangled around me, feet propped up on the table.

"So why did you move from Canada?" Kim asked curiously.

"Change of scenery as my dad put it." I shrugged. "It was just… time, you know?" I nodded.

"What about your friends?" She asked a slight frown on her face.

"I still talk to them.. yeah we keep in touch. They were all moving away for school anyways.." I shrugged again, feeling slightly uncomfortable. I hated feeling interrogated, especially by strangers.

"Where did you live?" Jared asked, sipping on some water.

"A really small town in Ontario. It was the kind of place where tractors ruled the road basically.." I chuckled. "It was great."

They nodded.

"So Kim, what are you planning on doing for school?" It was my turn to investigate.

"I was thinking of taking a year off… kind of get my life in order. What are you going to do?" She smiled and took a sip of her drink. I could tell she was avoiding the subject.

I shrugged. "Haven't thought about it just yet.."

She nodded. I glanced at the firebugs lighting up in the fields.

"So why did you really move?" Paul asked.

We were seated in the living room together, talking, sipping ice tea, and in Paul's case eating snacks. My legs were spread out across Paul's lap. It was past midnight but I didn't mind, he was here, and that was all that mattered right now.

"I told you." I frowned at him.

"There's more to it, I just know it." He shrugged as he munched on some chips.

"Do you ever stop eating?" I asked laughing, pulling the bowl out of his hands and grabbing a handful for myself.

"Don't change the subject you!" He grabbed the bowl back from me. He placed the bowl on the side table and wrapped his arm around me. I curled up and sat beside him, leaning my head on his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair. "You are always so guarded… You should try and trust me."

"I know… it's just hard." I shrugged. "I left because I felt like I need a change. Honestly, I felt like it was time, time for me to just move on, leave that place. My friends were all… they were changing, we were growing apart.. I ran.. it's what I do. I can't face things head on."

I pulled away from him, avoiding his eyes. I was scared that I would do the same with Paul. I was afraid if it got too out of hand I would bolt. Take over, leave with the sunset, and claim to the new people it was 'time'. I had begged my dad, take me away from here. Finally he did, I was living with consequences. I left behind a few people I still loved, but It was time.

I felt Paul place his hand on my leg, he turned my face so that I was staring into the eyes that made me melt.

"It's okay." He nodded, and pressed his lips to mine. "We can face the things head on together." He whispered into my ear as he pulled me close to him once more.

I breathed in his cologne, memorizing this moment perfectly. I had never felt the word safe was a word I would associate with a boyfriend, but with Paul all I could ever feel was safe. I looked up at him, and kissed him a few more times. Soft happy kisses.

"Uhm.." I looked at him as he flipped the channels.

"Hmm?" He asked looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Er.. nothing." I went back to reading.

He shrugged. A few minutes passed.

"Uh.." He looked at me.

"Nevermind."

I sighed trying to find the words. A few more minutes passed.

"Erm.."

"Georgia!"

Paul looked at me sternly.

"Sorry." I smiled sheepishly. "I have to tell you something."

Paul turned off the tv and turned to me. "So just tell me silly."

I smiled. "My dad is coming home this weekend."

He nodded. "That was all?" He laughed. "George, that's hardly something to fret about." He continued to chuckle turned back to the tv and flipped it on.

"Well, he owns a gun! And don't call me George." I shut my book and placed it onto the coffee table. "He has never met a boyfriend of mine..and I don't know. " I shrugged and snuggled close to him. He put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

"Okay, so what do we have in common, and I promise to use my manners, but I'm still calling you George."

"Fine. Classic cars, classic rock, Seinfield, The Sopranos. Don't talk about politics, and oh god don't talk about your marks in school."

He looked at me and shrugged. "Fine. But you have to wear a dress with cleavage."

I hit him playfully in the chest as he laughed. He knew he would get his way, just like I knew he would do his very best to charm my father. I wondered how long he would be home. He had been gone so long, it was almost like Paul and I lived together. I studied him. He had been here almost every night. He had never spent a whole night, but he still had been here for most of it.

"Why don't you spend the night?" I asked curiously.

He turned to me, shocked. "You mean live in sin! I wouldn't dare!" He grinned. I glared at him.

"Spend the night tonight?" I asked batting my eyelashes; using my puppy dog eyes.

He looked at me. "Babe you know I can't, my mom!"

"Paul! Your mom is away this week!"

He looked like a deer in headlights. "Well I think Jake wants to do something tomorrow, like early."

I frowned. "So set an alarm!"

He groaned. "Babe, I just can't okay."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Fine." I picked up a magazine and started flipping through it.

"Don't be mad.."

"I'm not."

"You are, but you can't be long, Gilmore Girls is on." He changed the channel and I heard the familiar theme. I looked at him. He had a big grin on his face.

"Fine." I put the magazine down, rolling my eyes. I crossed my arms and made sure to not let any part of my body touch Paul's.

He laughed and grabbed me, pulling me towards him. "You're adorable when you're trying to be stubborn." He kissed the top of my head and ruffled my curls.

"Shut up." I said as I jabbed him in the chest before I snuggled into him. He probably just really liked his bed. I was okay with that, well I guess I had to be okay with that. We really had not had the 'talk'. You know, the ex boyfriend, ex girlfriend, how far you had gone, how far it hadn't gone, etcetera.

"Paul?"

"Hmmm?" He asked, pretending to be interested in Gilmore Girls. Yeah right.

"This is going to sound weird because I know it's going to be like.. obvious but I hate assuming.. but uh.. how many girls have you been with?"

He turned to me, his face in a frown. "Been with?"

I nodded, avoiding his eyes for the most part. "Yeah.. like uhm.. in a 'special' way?"

Paul snorted and I looked at him blankly. "Special way? Really George?" He looked at me smiling. "You're an adult, you can say it…"

I sighed. "Okay, fine! Since you demanded it.. How many girls have you had sex with?" I said the last part fast, just to get it over with. My guess was three, hopefully two, actually hopefully one, or none. I swallowed hard as I looked at him in the eye.

He looked at me with pain in his eyes. "You're not going-"

"How many?" I cut him off.

"Georgie.. they were before you.. they don't mean anything now.. right? You-"

"How many?" I asked calmly. I could tell my guess was a bit off.

"Ten."

I stared at him wide eyed. Before turning back to the tv. "Well… Okay then."

"Okay then?" He asked. I could feel his eyes bearing into the side of my head. I nodded absently. Ten. Ten. The number kept ringing in my ears, his voice started to sound nothing like himself, it turned into the ten different girls saying it in my brain.

What if I was one of them? Why would I want to become number eleven, when he would just run off and find twelve? I chewed on the inside of my cheek, questions running haywire in my brain. He kept his eyes on me.

"Georgia…?"

"Hmmm..?" I asked, pretending to be paying attention to the show.

"Don't hate me okay?"

"Okay." I turned to him and nodded. "It's just shocking I guess."

He looked down and rubbed the back of his head. He looked like a sad, lost puppy. I bit my lip and fought the urge to just hold him. I could tell my insecurities were hurting him.

"How many have you been with?" He asked quietly.

"One.. by accident."

"By accident?" He looked at me, concerned. I could tell I had his full attention. I turned away and shrugged it off.

"It's nothing, just a stupid mistake… it happens." I pushed back my bangs, and cleared my throat. I could feel the familiar lump forming at the base of my throat.

"Tell me.." Paul pushed his way beside me, running his hand up my thigh. He looked me in the eyes, searching for the answers.

I didn't know where to start. "Meaning, It wasn't how it was supposed to be you know?" Paul nodded, as I avoided his eyes. "In high school.. I was dealing with some stuff.. got caught in the wrong crowd.." I looked him in the eye.. "I uh… drank, a lot. Like almost every day a lot, one night I didn't know what had happened, and I was trying to sleep.. pass out really." I cleared my throat again. Biting my lip I continued.

"I was uh.. in my friends bed.. her boyfriend came in… and he uh.." I breathed deep, thinking. "He uh.. He.. Next thing I know he was on top of me, holding me down… I couldn't do anything.."

Paul grabbed me into a hug. I was surprised I was able to tell Paul that story. Holding back things was easy for me, but with Paul it was easier for things to just escape. The words flowed like water when I was with him. I could feel his hand rubbing my back. It was hard to remember, but I had dealt with it. To me it was just a wake up and move on type of moment. Learn from things.

I pulled away from him and kissed him hard, I let go and grabbed his hand."It doesn't matter how many." I looked him in the eye, making sure he understood.

He nodded and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into another deep kiss. He pulled away from me and looked me in the eye. "So is that why you really left?"

I shrugged and nodded. "Kind of. The friend who's boyfriend it was.. she uh didn't believe me.. things weren't that great after that.."

He nodded. "It's okay." He pulled me into another hug, and I could feel his body temperature spreading through my skin. I took a deep breathe and nestled into him. I let my mind wander, and my eyes drift closed as I felt that safe feeling once again.

When I woke up I was alone, a blanket pulled over me. A side lamp was left on but otherwise the house was dark. Empty. I sighed and picked myself up off the couch, I noticed a note on the table. I rubbed my eyes and squinted to read it under such dim light.

couldn't wake you
you looked so peaceful

paul

Was sprawled across the paper in messy boy writing. I bit my lip and smiled before walking upstairs and nestling into my warm, comfy bed.