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"Kira! Time to wake up!" Kyle called as he marched into my room. I groaned drastically and rolled over.

"I hate you." I told him, only slightly joking.

"Yeah, yeah, sure you do. Now come on, it's time to go! We're going to the movies soon." He prodded, pulling me lightly out f the bed and pushing me towards the bathroom where he had a shower waiting for me.

I took a shower, trying my hardest not to fall back asleep in the hot water.

"Hurry up Kira! WE're leaving soon! I put your cloths on your bed!" Kyle screamed to me through the bathroom door before going back down stairs. I sighed, hopping out of the shower and drying myself off before getting dressed in the purple tank top and white washed jeans Kyle laid out for me.

I bounded down the steps, making my presence known t everyone in the house.

I walked into the living room to find everyone sitting on the couch, starring at me.

"Hey babe. Ready to go?" Kyle asked coming up to stand beside me. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Okay, well we're all going to take Sam's car," Seth said, gesturing to him, Embry, Kyle, Quill, and Jared, "And you and Paul are going to take Paul's car." He told me, waiting for my reaction. I just kind of looked at him. Was he serious? He was going to make me ride with the weirdo kid?

Well, there's no backing out now. Kyle quickly ran out to Sam's car with the other guys and they sped off, leaving me and Paul standing in the doorway.

We looked at each other for a minute before I sighed and walked over to the passenger seat of his car, waiting for him to unlock the door.

We drove for nearly fifteen minutes and no one said anything, not that I would.

"So…" Paul said, looking over at me and smirking, I just kind of glanced at him and then back out the window. Then he frowned. Dork. "What's your name again?" He asked, though I was positive he already knew that answer to that.

It was my turn to turn and smirk at him.

We arrived at the movie theater less then ten minutes later, and Kyle already had my ticket ready for me.

We were watching some movie about an ogre and his pet donkey. I thought it was highly amusing, where as everyone else thought it was horrible and childish and glared at Kyle for picking it out.

"Nice choice in movies there orphan." Paul said to Kyle as we walked out of the movie theater. I could feel my blood boiling, did he really just say that? Did he just call Kyle an orphan?

"Dude, shut up." Seth said, giving him a stern look.

"It's not my fault orphan boy picked a bad movie." He said with a chuckle. I felt the anger rise to my face as I became red. I instantly was reminded of Kyle's first night in the orphanage, when I first met him. He was crying alone in one of the spacious, nearly empty rooms, calling out for his mom. That was so long ago.

As Paul continued to laugh at his own joke I couldn't hold it in any longer. I finally had something to say to the guy.

"Shut the hell up! You don't know anything about what it was like in that place! You don't know what it's like to find a little boy crying all alone for his parents, and you can't even help him! You can't even tell him its going to be alright, because it isn't! Because that little kid doesn't have parents anymore! They're gone! You don't know what its like to wake up one day and realize that no one loves you! Do you not understand that? That we have no one!" I said, my breath becoming shallow as I struggled to breath past the tears that now ran freely down my face.

"I-I didn't mean you." Paul said gently, as if it was hurting him too.

"Don't you dare call him that! Do you understand me! He's the only person that loves me! The only person who's always there! Because you can't trust people to always be there for you! People leave you! They leave you no matter what! So you can't love them! You can't even talk to them! Because if you talk to them, then they become attached, and then when they leave you it just hurts more!" I said swiping my hands furiously across my face and rubbing off the tears.

Part of me was beyond satisfied, and part of me was completely mortified that I actual used my voice to give away my emotions.

"Shhh. Babe, it's okay now. It's okay." Kyle whispered soothingly in my ear as he hugged me tightly. He smiled sadly and mouthed a quick, sorry to Paul for my behavior. I wanted to smack that pained, regretful expression off his face as he silently walked over to his car and drove off.