MILLIE'S POV

I placed a washed plate infront of Paul and then began building a pile. If he wanted me to accept his apology he would have to work for it.

"So does this mean you forgive me?" Paul asked grinning down at me.

Why did he have to be so charming and so handsome but so annoying at the same time? He was definitely the best looking boy I had seen in a long time. Compared to Paul, the boys back in London stood no chance. He was about six foot three, which meant he towered over me, as well as being well built, massive shoulders and a well defined eight pack made obvious by his tight t-shirt.

I quickly shook the thoughts out of my head when I noticed Paul smirking at me.

"You have still got a lot more plates left yet buddy, before I forgive you" I warned him.

He shrugged his shoulders and threw the wet towel at me. It hit my face and then fell to the floor. I glanced over at the counter and saw a pile of sparking clean plates. Paul smirked at me widely.

"We need another towel" he told me.

I growled quietly, grabbing the towel off the floor and walking into the pantry where I had seen Mum get the last towel from. I dropped the wet towel into an empty basket and then pulled out another two from a pile.

As I turned around I spotted Paul leaning against the doorframe, just watching me. He straightened up when he saw me looking.

"There" I pushed a towel against his chest and he pulled it quickly out of my hands.

Paul sniggered quietly. "Thanks"

I rolled my eyes as he turned around to walk back to sink.

Paul stopped suddenly, without warning and I walking into his back. As I strolled around his massive body, I saw him grinning down at his hands.

"You know, if you are trying to gain my forgiveness, you are not doing too well" I told him.

Paul smiled apologetically over at me, making my heart jump suddenly. Somehow Paul seemed to know that and he chuckled.

"You better go get some plates so I can make it up to you" Paul told me with a large grin stretched across his face.

I breathed in deeply and then strolled out the back door, scanning for empty plates. People thanked me as I took their empty plates, most of them complete strangers but they seemed to know more about me then I first thought. They had obviously been talking to my mum.

My mum was very proud of me, especially my school achievements and my singing abilities. At school I was in all the higher groups for most of my lessons, especially maths, English and Science: the only subjects which really matter according to Martin.

"Thanks Mill" mum grinned up at me as I put her plate on the pile I had created.

As I walked gingerly back into the kitchen, I tripped on the step, sending me forward at speed. I moaned as the top plates fell off the pile and plummeted towards the ground.

A large tanned hand caught them in mid air before they hit the floor. I watched Paul place the plates in the sink and then he pulled the pile out of my hands.

"Thank you" I sighed, letting my shoulders relax.

As well as drying, Paul took over washing as well so I had nothing to do except watch him. I jumped up on the kitchen counter and sat patiently. I knew Paul was only doing it so I would forgive him and I felt a little bad, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

"So are you doing to school in La Push or Forks?" Paul asked. He sounded hopeful which made me smile.

He looked away from cleaning a plate and smiled at me, waiting for my reply.

"La Push" I answered too quickly making Paul laugh.

"And before you ask, Daisy is too" I mumbled, jumping down off the counter.

Paul moaned and turned back to his washing.

"Sorry" I moaned, instantly regretting mentioning Daisy.

Paul seemed shocked by my apology and as he placed the last few plates into the cupboards he grinned widely up at me, making my head spin involuntary. As he stood up again, he was still grinning.

"Stop looking so smug" I pulled the towel out of his hand and threw it into the pantry.

"Am I forgiven?" Paul whispered behind me, making me jump.

I turned around to glare at him. "Would you stop doing that please"

Paul chuckled. "Sure, I'm sorry" he took a step away from me and then gestured for me to walk past him.

He seemed to be apologizing for a lot for someone who I had known for less than four hours.

I felt him walking behind me as I walked out of the kitchen and into the emptying garden. The heat radiating from Paul's body was a clear give away, plus the number of gawking people who turned to look at us. Daisy glared over at me.

Daisy's frown deepened as Paul slipped his hand around mine. My heart began beating abnormally fast even though I tried not to react. Paul glanced down at me nervously.

"Are you ok?" he asked quietly.

I nodded but he didn't seem convinced. He pulled me over to where Leah and Jake were sitting on the grass near the edge of the forest.

"Hey" Leah grinned up at me.

Her eyes widened slightly when she saw Paul's hand around mine. Jake was smirking up at Paul, he didn't seem surprise but slightly smug.

It was about half twelve when Leah and Jake left the otherwise empty garden. Mum and Martin were already in bed and Daisy had probably gone out with a group of tall, pretty girls who she seemed to have become the leader of.

According to Paul they didn't even come from La Push but came to the party anyway. I had a feeling Daisy had got in touch with some girls from Forks before we moved so she could brag about having more friends then me.

I glanced around the empty, dark garden. Paul followed my gaze and sniggered quietly.

"We are the last people standing" Paul smirked down at me.

Thankfully it was dark so I hoped he wouldn't be able to see my cheeks blushing.

I must have shivered subconsciously because the next thing I knew, Paul was resting his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

"Warmer now?" he whispered into my ear closer to him.

I nodded dumbly and he chuckled softly.

My phone vibrated in my pocket suddenly making me jump. Paul frowned down at me as I pulled from him to answer my phone.

"Millieeeeeeeee" a nice familiar voice screamed happily down the phone.

I chuckled and jumped up from the grass. Once Rosie was done screaming, she fell silent.

"Millie are you there? This is still your number right? I haven't just rung a complete stranger?" Rosie mumbled nervously.

"Rosie yeah it's me Millie" I assured her.

There was a deep sigh and then Rosie began cheering again. I glanced down at Paul who was still sitting on the grass, frowning up at me.

"So how is America? Have you made any new friends? I hope they are being nice to you or I will be on the next flight out there to kick their ass" Rosie said quickly.

To anyone else but me, the words would just be a series of mumbles but I after twelve years of friendship, I could understand her every word.

"Do you realise what time it is here Rosie? Could you talk slower and stop screaming" I begged her, realising just how tried I actually was.

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot about the time difference. What time is it there? Like nine o'clock at night?" she asked.

Rosie had never been very good at geography and she just proved that.

"No, nearly one o'clock in the morning" I mumbled, pausing to yawn.

"Oh wow, I am sorry. What are you doing up at that time?"

I could imagine the smirk on Rosie's face as she thought of all the reasons. A boyfriend would be first on her list.

Paul jumped to his feet and walked quickly towards me. Before I could argue, he pulled the phone out of my hand and ended the call.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said irritated, grabbing the phone away from him. "I was talking to her"

"It is too late and I am too tired to be listening to an over excited teenage girl" Paul grunted.

He towered over me, in an attempt to intimidate him.

"Fine, go home" I shouted as loudly as I could without fear of waking up mum and Martin.

Paul glared back down at me and his hands began to shake again.

"God, you are such a jerk" I muttered, storming into the house, locking the back door behind me.