A/N: This one is better than the last one, I swear. I'm sorry that you all had to read that last chapter.

(Time laps)

"Cliff diving?" Quil nodded while Paul glared at him from across the table.

"It's fun. We do it all the time."

"Yeah, we do it, that doesn't mean that she gets to." I frowned at Paul.

"Why not? I'm capable of taking care of myself." He shook his head.

"I know, but if we brake a bone, we heal right on the spot. You on the other hand, won't, see where I'm coming from?" I nodded, understanding what he meant. Uncle Sam and Aunt Emily just walked into the room and found Quil and Paul arguing once again.

"What are those two fighting about this time?"

"Paul won't let Andy cliff dive with us." Paul punched Quil's arm and growled.

"That's not true, I just said that if she brakes something it's going to take time to heal."

"He's right Sandy, your not going cliff diving." I stared at Sam with my mouth open.

"But-" He put up a hand, signaling me to stop, and shook his head.

"Sorry, kid, but it's too dangerous." I started to pout then stuck my tongue out at them and ran to my room.

"Don't give me that look Paul, you know that it's too dangerous for her." I heard Sam say to Paul. I entered my room and became furious that they were treating me like a small child. I threw my pillows and covers off my bed, pushing the dresser on the floor and started to have a mini tantrum.

"Sandy? Sandy! Open the door!" I heard banging on my door and decided to ignore it. I continued to thrash around not caring what got damaged or ruined. The banging on my door continued and at some point I wondered if it was going to break. As if not to keep me in suspense, the door did break and Paul came in but stopped when he saw the mess that was my room. I stopped throwing my pillows and just stared at him a little bit embarrassed, but I then remembered that I was mad at him and just turned my back on him.

"Sandy, look at this mess. It's going to take you a week to clean this up."

"I don't care, it's not like I have anything else to do around here. All I do is stay home and get treated like I'm five, which if you haven't noticed, I'm not." I could here his footsteps and they were coming closer to me. Once he was behind me, his arms were around my waist and he was hugging me tightly, but not too tight that he might hurt me. My breath hitched in my throat, I couldn't breath. It was like someone punctured my lungs and my heart along with them. Paul also stopped breathing, did the same happen to him? Was he finding it hard to breath also? I opened my mouth to say something but no sound came out; I was like a fish out of water with no air to keep me living.

"Sandy," Paul's voice sounded forced. It was difficult for either of us to breath, but he still didn't let go. I had no clue what was happening to us and by the way that Paul was reacting, neither did he. It seemed like hours before he finally let go. I started to take desperate breaths to fill my empty lungs and to restart my heart. We faced each other and I could feel the tension and some kind of frustration in the air. Paul passed his hands through his hair and groaned.

"I should really go." His voice sounded husky and I could tell that he really didn't want to leave. I didn't want him to go but I couldn't speak, all I could do was nod. It was difficult for me to accept that he was leaving but found it easier to breath once he closed the door.
I looked around my destroyed room wondering what happened. First it was the feeling that I got when I saw him and now the breathless feeling I got when he touched me. I knew that something was going to happen, that that "something" was going to change my life. I looked around my room once again and sighed. Before I can think anymore about what happened, I had to clean the mess I made before Aunt Em and Sam saw it.