Paul Lahote POV
This is getting annoying, he thought as, Brady and Collin argued over some stupid game. He sighed. "Why do you two always have to fight over something stupid...is it in the dumb ass wolf code or something", He snapped. Both of them looked at him. "You need to see Annabelle", Collin replied. "You were much better to deal with when you came back from Patrolling by her place", he added. "Why haven't you been by to see her", Brady asked. "Because...I'm not about to be all in my imprints face, every day like Sam, Jared and Jacob are", He answered. "Why the hell are you in me and my imprints personal space anyway", He asked. Collin smirked. "So you stopped fighting against it", he asked. "Not fully but enough so i won't cause her any pain...", Paul said. "I can feel it Pulling Harder...It's real annoying", "You really need to give up", Jacob said with Sam and Jared right behind him. "Admit to yourself...you want to be friends with her...admit to yourself that there is no point in fighting it, Admit to yourself that you want what your wolf wants and that's Annabelle", Jacob stated. "You need to stop avoiding the girl...it's been two weeks already...she's getting sick Paul...can't you tell", Jacob asked. "You've been eating less and getting tired faster than usual", he added. Two weeks...of being tired and not eating as much was because of him...was because she was sick because he was fighting the imprint. "Annabelle looks like shit", Jared told him. "We went to help out over there and I was surprised by the scent of her sickness", He added. "Go and check on her...maybe it'll stop it", Jared said. "Maybe so", Paul answered. He sighed. "I'll be back...and don't mess up my house", He said grabbing an extra pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie.
As he got closer to her house in wolf form. The sickness flowed into his nostrils. It smelt deathly...just how sick was she. He had caused this. "You need to eat something Anna", He heard her father say. "I can't keep anything down dad...", She couldn't even finish her sentence with out coughing up a storm. Quickly he phased back into his human form, slipped on his shorts, hoodie and shoes. Pulling the hoodie over his head shielding him from the rain, he knocked on the door. Hearing foot steps approach, a matter of seconds, the door swung open. "Hey, Stephanie", He said. "Hey, Paul...coming to see Annabelle", She answered. He nodded. "She has officially locked herself in her room, In fear of giving one of us what she has", She said. "Go on up...help Hunter and see if you can get her to unlock the door and get her to eat...It doesn't stay down but still...", "No problem I can handle it", Paul replied. He went up the stairs to hear and see hunter pleading with Annabelle. "Watch out", He told him. "Go get the soup...I'll handle this", Paul told him. Hunter raised his eyebrow but didn't argue against it leaving him standing at her bedroom door. "Annabelle", He called out. A few moments later, she answered. "Paul...what are you...doing here", She asked struggling to keep her voice. "I came to see how you were...Jacob and Jared told me you were sick", He stated. "Unlock the door and let me in Annabelle", "No...You'll get sick", She stated. "No I won't just unlock the door and let me in...", "Paul...", "Annabelle do it", He demanded. Her bed squeaked as she got up, the lock on the door clicked and the door opened slightly. He pushed open the door and held his nose for a moment...she didn't smell...but her sickness rolled off of her like a car rolling off a dead carcass in the road. "You you need to eat Anna", Paul told her. "I can't eat...it won't stay down...", "You can eat...", "What's the point if it's going to come right back up", "Still...you need to eat something...for me...please", He pleaded. She smiled. "Fine...I'll eat something", She answered. Paul could smell some of her sickness had dissipated. It was a relief. He had never experienced, anything like feeling the effects of fighting an imprint like this before. It felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
In a way he was happy that he went to go see her. Two weeks without seeing her was taking it's tole and fighting it was putting both of them in enough pain and brought up the soup which smelled good to him. He never imaged himself feeding a girl. "Hey", Annabelle said as she caught him eating a few bites of her soup. He smiled. "What I'm hungry to you know", Paul replied. She laughed. "Do you ever go without food", She asked. "Hell no", He answered putting the spoon up to her lips.
Annabelle Morgan POV
"Paul", She called. "What is it", He asked turning around in his chair. She needed to know. "Why have you been avoiding me", She asked. He stared at her for a few minutes before he started to talk. "I haven't been avoiding you...", "Yes you have...If i said or did something to offend you I'm sorry...", "Look me and my mom haven't been spending enough time together, so i devoted two weeks of my time to spend with her...", He said. "I haven't been avoiding you Annabelle and you didn't do a thing to offend me...", He answered. She started to feel better as soon as she had heard his voice outside her door. Every time their close, it's like she could feel his pain...his sorrow, she could feel what he felt. "I know that...you can't stand to be around me but I'd like to be friends...", "What are you talking about...two weeks ago..we hung out like BFF's", He said. "So we're friends...", "We started being friends when i took you to lunch the first week here", Paul answered. "Even though your midget and the biggest nerd i've ever met other than Embry...your a nice caring and kind hearted girl...that didn't give in the rumors about me", "Hey I'm not one to judge others", Annabelle butted in. "I figured that out...when we were playing that question game...", A big smile came on her face. "OH HELL NO", Paul answered before she even got to ask the question.
"Your tired Paul", She stated. He shook his head. "No I'm not...", "Stop lying to me", "No I won't", "So you are tired", "DAMN IT, Annabelle, see what you made me say",. She broke out laughing. "Come on lay back and relax...and let's watch this movie...", "Is your dad going to be okay with me sleeping with his daughter" He asked with a smirk on his face. She slapped his chest as she she locked her door and started the movie. She couldn't believe he had agreed on staying and watching a movie. She laid back in her bed and turn to ask Paul a question only to find him sleep. She pulled the covers around her and took a deep breath. This was the first boy to ever be this close and be sleeping in her bed. She needed to Admit to herself that, he was the reason, her stomach was full of butterflies...Admit he was the reason, her heart flutter when ever his name was mention...If she could only Admit it.