'Kay, I think I've got the plot figured out, but I think I might make a sequel to this story. I apologize if Trip's OOC. Enjoy!

(Paul's POV)

Paul and Trip sat alone at a table in the cafeteria, eating lunch. They were both silent, since they weren't the most vocal people ever.

Paul and Trip weren't exactly friends, but they both were acceptant of each other, and connected in a way. Plus, they shared a dorm, so being acquainted was inevitable.

Paul, lost in thought, knocked his fork on the floor. A certain blunette was walking by, and picked it up. "Paul," she said, stiffly, handing him the fork.

"Dawn," he replied, coldly. She walked away. Trip shook his head.

"Man, what is your guy's deal? She's trying to befriend you, yet you act like you hate her," he commented. "I feel like the 'hate' is used to disguise feelings, though." He looked at Paul.

"Kind of like you and Iris," Paul pointed out. Trip stiffened.

"I do not like Iris, nor does she like me," he snapped.

"Really?" Paul pressed. "Because you take photos of her."

"Why would you think that?" Trip asked, stiffly. Paul held up Trip's camera.

"Camera's don't lie."

"Hey!" Trip said angrily, snatching the camera out of Paul's hands. "I told you not to look through my camera!"

Paul shrugged. Everybody knew nobody messed with Trip's camera, but Paul wasn't afraid of Trip. He knew he wouldn't do anything to him.

"Besides, you never denied that you had feelings for Dawn," Trip said, defensively. "You just changed the subject."

"And I never confirmed the fact! She doesn't mean anything to me!"

"Uh-huh, and you defended her against bullies because she means nothing to you."

"I just hate Dylan!"

"You just admit how you feel!"

"Admit to what?"

"The question is: do you have feelings for Dawn?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

Everybody in the cafeteria looked in surprise at Paul. He calmed down. "I don't know," he said, quietly. "I'm not quite sure how I feel."

"Hey," Trip said, calmly. "Just letting you know that I'm behind you all the way."

Paul was surprised at this supportive thing his acquaintance just stated. Maybe they were...more than acquaintances? Friends, possibly? He didn't know. He was in a world of confusion at the moment.

I know that was incredibly short, but I just wanted to do a Paul chapter, however long it was. Thanks for all your support!