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Chapter 5: Kiss me – Sixpence None The Richer

"Arg, what is this scheiße?! Why is it so hard to find something suitable to wear?!" I let out in frustration before plopping myself down on the floor using the German word for shit. The guestroom Esme had given me looked like a warzone. Clothes were scattered everywhere and Alice was twirling all over the place like a mini-tornado in order to help me with finding clothes to my date with Paul – which was due in a few hours!

"Well, if you didn't criticize the perfectly good outfits I have already picked out for you, I would be doing your make-up and hair by now" she muttered in annoyance, but I knew she enjoyed the challenge.

"Sorry, Alice, but I've never been on a real date before, and I don't want to be overdressed. Then again, I don't want to be too casual. What do you even do on a date?" I groaned and laid down where I was sitting.

"Hmm, I don't really know what kind of date you can expect from Paul seeing as he doesn't exactly spend a lot quality time with us" she said and was out the door in vampire speed. I closed my eyes with a groan. Great, she was leaving me to my misery.

The smell of wet dog hit my nose and the sound of two heartbeats made me aware of Jacob and Nessie's presence. As I opened my eyes and sat up, I saw Alice with them too. She must have brought reinforcement, even though I wasn't sure how much help Jacob was going to be.

"Having trouble?" he smirked. Nessie almost bounced to my side and took my hand.

"Don't worry, we will get you ready in time" she assured me as she pulled me to my feet, but I wasn't so sure. Maybe I should just make Jacob contact Paul and tell him I couldn't make it.

"Jake, maybe you can help finding some clothes that would fit a date with Paul?" Alice asked the shape shifter. Oh, so that's why he was here. I looked at him somewhat reluctantly. I wanted to look good for Paul and I was certain Jacob was the only one in this house who actually knew what to expect from Paul, but… I didn't really feel ready for this. This whole thing could blow up in my head. So much could go wrong, and not just with the date.

"Maybe I should just crawl up in a ball and stay like that for a few decades. I don't want to go on a date" I lied and sounded awfully whinny. I was already laying down in fetal position. Jacob chuckled in amusement, but I ignored it.

"Nonsense! You're just worried because it's your first date" Alice sounded a bit too cheerfully for my taste. I grumbled and wished I'd never told her that, but otherwise didn't move. It was true. I had never been on a single date before, but it wasn't really that surprising considering how young I was when I was turned and my thoughts had been occupied by other things than dating in my immortal life.

"Wait, you haven't been on a date before? Ever!? Wow, Paul really has something to live up to" Jacob commented in a mixture of shock and amusement.

"Just help me with the clothes" Alice was already throwing clothes in every other direction… again.

..:-:..

"Are you sure this isn't too much?" I asked for the billionth time, looking down at my tiny cowboy skirt, white tank top and brown leather jacket. Alice had wanted me to wear white pumps with ginormous, tall heels, but it turned out I was more stubborn than she was and was now wearing a pair of brown cowboy-boots. Alice wasn't all too happy about it as she had wanted me to wear a dress, but I had gotten my way – with the aid of Jake, and yes, I called him Jake in my head now. My hair was being its usual curly self, and not in the Meg Ryan-curly way, but more like Jessica Alba-curly when she had her hair short. Thank God, being a vampire had made my hair look like I was always coming from the hairdresser! When I was human, my hair was so wild and unruly, now I barely had to do anything in order to look like I had a billion dollar hairdo.

"YES!" Alice all but yelled and the others chuckled. I pouted and crossed my arms. I fidgeted with the jacket. God, I had never been this nervous in my entire life! Ok, maybe I could find a few moments, where I've been far more nervous, but that was entirely different situations as I was either about to die or about to kill someone. God, now I was comparing going on a date with dying! Oh, that was a great start! Maybe it wasn't too late to go lay down in fetal position somewhere?

"Relax, Ann, you're making Jasper nervous. I'm sure you're going to have a good time" Edward said just before waves of calm flooded through me and I took a deep breath. I didn't have time to thank them as we all heard a car pull up the long driveway. That was him! Oh dear! Oh dear! I started pacing a bit too fast for a human – good thing I weren't. It would be a matter of seconds before he was here! God, what did I do? What did I do!

"Ann!" both Jasper and Edward yelled in unison looking as if I was giving them an aneurism, which I probably was. Oops.

"Sorry"

The car came to a stop in front of the house and I stood very still. I didn't even listen to Emmett's snickering comment or Nessie's reassurance. The car door slammed shut and footsteps moved towards the door. Oh, I was officially going crazy in here! How could that jerk-ward move that slowly?! I sent Edward a death glare as he chuckled. Before Paul even had the chance to knock on the door, I had already thrown it open. I had planned to just pull him to his car and make him drive us away from here as fast as possible, but the moment I saw him my mind went blank. The anxiety from earlier was replaced by a giddy feeling I had begun to connect to Paul. I sighed happily and tried to ignore the Cullens' presence – specifically Emmett's snickers. God, I wished I had acted a bit cooler. This was utterly embarrassing!

Paul wrinkled his nose as if smelling something disgusting and I cracked a tiny smile before discreetly looking him up and down. He wasn't wearing the cut-offs anymore, but a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt that faintly showed of his abs. He smirked when he saw me looking, and I felt the urge to whack him.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked all too cocky.

"Not anymore. Let's just go before I change my mind" I mumbled in embarrassment and began walking to his jeep. He nodded shortly to the Cullens and Jacob before following me.

..:-:..

Paul drove us to Port Angeles and parked the jeep at the parking lot of a tiny, but cozy restaurant where he had made reservations. Luckily, it wasn't too fancy so I didn't feel out of place in my choice of clothing, but before he would even let me leave the side of the car, he had engulfed me in a tight hug.

"What are you doing?" I had let out in surprise, worried someone would see us – yeah, I'm a bit old fashioned, get over it. He was burying his head by my neck and his hands seemed to be everywhere, as if he was trying to rub heat into my stone-cold body. Didn't he know that was futile?

"Getting that sent of leech of off you" he had murmured right back and if I could've blushed I would resemble a tomato by now. Was he… rubbing his sent off on me? I knew he could change into a wolf, but wasn't he overdoing it? It was as if he was marking his territory. God, it was good I couldn't blush!

As we – or that is, while Paul – ate (he had forgotten about my 'eating habits', but I didn't mind watching him eat), we presumed our game of 20 questions. Asking stuff from favorite color to favorite memory – which I hadn't really that many of, and Paul had been a suck up and told me his favorite memory was me kissing him like there was no tomorrow. No surprise I had whacked him on the shoulder for embarrassing me… again. As the game came along, the questions also got deeper and I had to be more careful while answering them. There was so much I didn't want him to know about me, which was very hypocritical of me, because I wanted to know everything about him, but he got some information out of me – to my own dread, but luckily nothing from my turning or my last weeks as human. Those were my darkest memories and I would rather forget them than share them - even if it was Paul.

"So… any siblings?" he asked propping a fry into his mouth. It was simply amazing how much that guy could consume! The table had been literally covered in plates with different kind of dishes, and he had eating almost all of it by now. It must certainly be a wolf-thing, because if he had been a regular human being, he would be throwing cookies in the lavatory by now. Something I had almost done when he dared me to eat a French fry and it had been like eating dirt. Gross! But he had gotten a laugh out of it – of course. That prick.

I fidgeted a bit with the tablecloth. His question had been a little too close to all the things I wanted to keep buried, but I guess the question was innocent enough and he didn't know what I had been through, so I couldn't blame him for asking.

"I had a twin brother, you?" I didn't want to get into why I didn't anymore. I couldn't share Tom with him just yet. Moreover, with me being a vampire, he most likely would be able to guess that most of my family would be dead.

"Nope" he said popping the 'p'.

"How was it growing up without siblings?" I wondered. In all my memories of being a human, Tom was always there.

"Fine, I guess. It had just been my mom and me since my dad left when I was 13" he shrugged and I knew he had come somewhat to terms with his father's abandonment – as much as one could without closure that is.

The conversation became far more lighthearted after that and I felt almost comfortable talking to him. I stopped watching my every word as I started to get the feeling that I was in a safe zone. It felt as though I could tell him anything without having to fear being judged or disliked. Not that I was ready to tell him everything yet, but still, it was nice knowing I could when I was ready – if I ever were.

After we left the restaurant, he insisted on taking me to the movies, which I reluctantly agreed to. I let him choose a movie – but nothing about love! – and he got the tickets to some new movie called 'Iron man 3' or something. It was actually surprisingly good. I laughed and gasped along with the others in the cinema – ok, maybe a bit more dramatic than the others -, while Paul chuckled at my reactions. If something tragic happened in the movie I found myself clutching Paul's hand – trying not to break it – and if something was done amazingly I sat on the edge of my chair.

"How can humans even make something like that?!" I said when the movie was over, still a bit in awe. He chuckled and put a very hot arm around my cold shoulders.

"It's called computers" he teased.

"Oh, I've heard of them!"

He laughed.

"Don't laugh at me, Paul! When I was human there was not such a thing as a conputter!" God, I felt old! But seriously! Such technology wasn't available and after I was turned, I didn't feel the need to upgrade. What did I need such things for anyway? It wasn't as if I had anyone I could contact or anything.

"Computer, babe, it's called a computer" he corrected with a smile and when I met his eyes to see if he was making fun of my lack of knowledge, my breath almost hitched. Why on God's holy earth did he look at me as if I was something sacred, when I was making a fool out of myself? Oh, dear, he couldn't just look at me like that in public, it made it seriously hard for me to not kiss him senseless.

"So… where does this date lead to next?" I asked, trying not to look at those kissable lips of his. Gosh, this was driving me crazy!

"What about some moonlit cliff diving?" he winked at me as he opened the door to the passenger's seat in his jeep for me to get in. I see chivalry hasn't died yet.

"Ok" why the hell not? It might be fun! Oh, fun, how I almost forgot you existed!

..:-:..

"Yeah, I'm starting to feel like this is a no-no after all" I said looking down the cliff into the black ocean far underneath. It was ridiculous thinking about it. I was an almost invisible immortal who was scared of jumping off a cliff! My God! He chuckled behind me and when I turned around, I saw him only wearing his jeans. God, how could I forget that upper body of his? Wait, that's right, I haven't.

"Like what you see?"

"I think I'd rather jump of the cliff" I smirked. Trying to be casual, but not really sure if I was succeeding.

"You break my heart" he mocked and dramatically held a hand to his heart.

"I try"

"Well, you know what they say, there's nothing as sweet as revenge" and before I had time to question this, he had grabbed me around the waist and jumped of the cliff. I caught myself clinging to him and holding my breath even though it was completely useless. I couldn't get hurt or drown! But I couldn't help it. Paul could get hurt or drown. I knew he wasn't afraid and that he had done this countless of other times, but accidents could still happen. What if I couldn't safe him?

The water didn't feel cold against my skin, but it was probably freezing. I didn't let go of Paul, not even when we both had our head over the water. I pouted at his grinning face and splashed water at him, but it didn't faze him much.

"Don't do that again!" I yelled scared about how worried I had been about him. That couldn't be normal?! Then again, nothing about our worlds and lives really were.

"Admit it, you had fun" he grinned back at me, his arms securely around my waist as he was treading water.

"No… I was worried about you" I mumbled the last part so faintly that I wasn't sure if he could even hear it. He could.

"You were worried about me?" I couldn't quite place his tone of voice and I was too upset to look at his face.

"Yes, you jerk, I was worried, ok?" I grumbled in annoyance still not looking at him. He turned my face towards his and claimed my lips. This was what I had wanted all evening! I forgot about everything else as the kiss deepened and our tongues dances across each other. I pushed my body flush against his and he growled into my mouth, I smirked smugly for having such an effect on him. He pulled away all too soon to breathe, but I was still wrapped firmly around him.

"I don't think I mind life that much anymore. I could really get used to this" I wondered why my voice sounded out of breathe. That was weird.

He chuckled.

"Good, because there's a lot more where that came from" I noticed his lips were beginning to get a bit blue-ish and he was trembling slightly.

"Gosh, we need to get you out of the water!" I said and began pulling him towards the beach. He followed suit, but as soon as our feet found ground, he swept me up in his arms.

"Cold doesn't bother me" he murmured huskily. Oh, no mister, you're not pulling that one again!

"Well, I don't want you to get sick because of me, so it bothers me" I said, jumping down from his arms. Now I just had to get him home and in bed, but where did he live? I asked him this.

"Isn't it a little early in our relationship to go there?" he teased suggestively and I whacked him across the chest – that naked, muscular chest of his.

"You are going to bed, Casanova, and that's final" I retorted.

"So bossy" he smirked and a good fifteen minutes later I found myself standing in his room. I had forced him into taking a shower – to which he had made another few suggestive comments that would have made me blush if I could. I was spending my time waiting for him looking at his room. I would say it was a typical guy-room, but seeing, as I didn't know what a typical guy-room was, I couldn't really say. There were posters of various baseball players and pictures of him, his friends and a woman, who I assumed to be his mother. There was no blanket on the bed, but I guess having his temperature, you really didn't need it, right?

Strong, warm arms snaked around my waist from behind and I almost yelped in surprise.

"Don't do that! You don't want to wake up your mom, do you?" I hissed as I turned around in his arms. He was wearing sweatpants and no t-shirt. God, did he not own more than one damn shirt!

"Excuses, excuses" he chuckled and I pushed him away, only to drag him over to the bed. Luckily, he made no comment about that, neither did he say anything when I pushed him to lie down.

"Sleep" I wanted to sound stern and commanding, but it came out soft and accommodating. Damn and he heard! I knew, because he was smirking.

"Will you stay?" he asked the smirk no longer in place and he looked almost vulnerable. I lay down beside him and he instantly held me close to him. It was so unfamiliar to me… this closeness, but then again, almost everything concerning Paul was unfamiliar to me, although, it was nice nonetheless.

"But nothing will happen" I whispered in a more serious note and he nodded, his eyes already closed. He yawned and squished me tighter. My hands were on his chest. I squirmed a bit, hoping I weren't too cold for him. His skin felt like fire under my fingertips and palms. I studied his face as his breath became slower.

He chuckled.

"It's hard to sleep with you staring at me, Ann" he muttered in amusement. I looked at his chest instead and muttered a quick 'sorry'. I snuggled into his embrace and let out a content sigh. His heartbeat was slow and soothing. His breath calm. Soon he was asleep, but I still had a couple of hours before his mother would wake up and I had to be out of the house as I didn't want to caught in her son's bed the first time I was to meet her. I couldn't get enough of listening to the rush of his blood – that in no way sounded appetizing to me -, his beating heart and his slow breathing. He had showed me more love and affection in one and a half day than I've ever known my entire existence – God, had it only been that short a while!

It was addicting.