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For a few hours we were told stories about werewolves, vampires called the cold ones, a pact, etc. It went on and on until he said he saved the best for last. The last story Mr. Black told was about imprinting. It had a lot of people on edge, including Paul. He was by my side steady biting his nails and taking side glances at me. Some of the girls were cuddling up to there boyfriends smiling and kissing them. I guess some stories puts people in the mood. I leaned back against the log letting my feet feel the warmth of the fire. I shifted towards Paul when the wind blew to cover my face. The sand was starting to get picked up and I didn't feel like getting it in my eyes. Paul put his arm around me and pulled me close. I looked up with wide eyes and bit my lip.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He swallowed loudly and licked his lips, his mouth was dry. I nodded in response and turned when Leah laughed at something Mr. Black said. She got a few glares but other then that the story continued. I pulled my knees to my chest and snuggled into Paul. For some reason I felt safe, I felt ok…I felt sane. I looked up at the sky following the smoke to see a sea of endless stars.

"It's beautiful," I whispered loud enough for myself to hear. I never took the time to stop and pay attention. I felt Paul's gaze on me when he noticed I really wasn't listening to the story.

"Are you not enjoying the story?" He has a worry line across his forehead that made him look years older then he actually was. I looked up at him with knitted eyebrows.

"Its not that, its just I really don't believe in all this meant to be stuff. You have to make things happen on your own, you have to work," I shrugged remembering all the values my mother shoved down my throat. I never could speak of love or romance around my mom because she didn't believe in it since my father had left. I don't think she even knows what real love is, but hell if I do. Paul snapped me out of my thoughts quickly.

"Your right everyone does have to work for what they want but what if it's in front of you but…unreachable at the moment?" His voice was soft and silky like satin. His huge eyes glowed with the fire near by; he looked like a Greek god in this light.

"Then I suggest that person do everything he can do get that person," I shrugged at the answer not really knowing. I've never been in love, except my little obsession with Johnny Depp when I was younger, but never with a real person. Paul made a little grunt and wrapped me in his arms. I didn't fight him when he rested his head on top of mine. Mr. Black was just about done the story when my mind went back to the book To Kill a Mockingbird. I started thinking about Dill and Scout and how they knew they loved each other even though they were that young. But then again I guess it was just a little faze.

"What are you thinking?" Paul whispered in my ear when everyone clapped for Mr. Black who had just finished. A few people got up to go to the bathroom, go eat, or just leave in general. Leah coughed loudly and triggered another thought.

"I'm thinking about the human body," I said knowing that it will freak him out if I kept going. But of course he pushed it.

"What about it?" His eyebrows were knitted together and I could almost see the gears in his mind moving.

"About how coughs leave your body at sixty miles per hour," I shrugged like it was nothing. Paul nodded in understandment and helped me up.

"What about you? What are you thinking," I asked as we walked towards the cliffs. I remember how many times I threw myself off and was fine, I wondered if I could still do it now.

"I'm thinking about you," he said like it was a fact. I looked up at him and bit my lip. Why me? I wasn't that important. I was just like any other girl in this town except a different color.

"No really, I'm thinking about you, I can't get you off my mind. I'm thinking about how quiet you are and how you never really talk no matter how much I want to hear your voice. I'm thinking about what your home life must be like. I'm thinking about how smart you are and how useful you are-" I can't him off and stopped in my tracks.

"I'm like any other girl," I said not wanting to feel different. Although I was grateful for him to not bring up that I can transport myself. He nodded and held out his hand for me to take. We climbed up the jagged cliffs until we were at the top. I could see stars littered the sky for miles and miles. I could see everyone on the beach and what they were doing. I liked it up here more then any place else.

"Want to play twenty questions?" Paul asked suddenly when I dangled my feet over the cliff. I nodded in doubt and waited for him to go.

"Whats you favorite color?" Of course he picked the simple question.

"Red, you?" I turned the tables on him and it took him a moment to answer.

"A beautiful bark brown, like your eyes." I blushed and looked down at the water.

"Your turn," I mumbled so he would stop staring at me.

"Whats your favorite book?" He asked with a know it all face.

"To Kill a Mockingbird, you?" I laughed and fidgeted with my hands.

"I'm not sure. I haven't read in years but I would have to say The Outsiders," I smiled and remembered how much I loved that book when I was in the sixth grade.

"Whats your favorite animal?" He picked another easy one but he was biting his lip nervously.

"I think a wolf, you?" He gulped when I answered with that and frowned.

"Wolf, I have some new things to tell you about them if you'd like to know," he shrugged like it wasn't important but I could tell it was.

"Sure," I said while moving my legs under me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to but if it kept him talking I was down for anything.