So I meant to have this chapter up like, Friday but for some reason every time I tried to upload the document, FanFiction would get mad at me and tell me it couldn't be uploaded. So yeah, sorry for the delay. Hope you all enjoy!!!!
eeyore-ft-tigger-I can't tell you anything. It'll give it all away. I really love your imagination haha. It's making my story sound so lame in comparison haha.
Larocho1-Glad you liked the chapter. About him 'gently' trying to tell her about imprinting...well, I wouldn't say Paul's a very gentle person...you'll see. And yeah, I didn't know how I felt about having her stay over but my hands had a mind of their own and proceeded to type the whole thing out. It's almost happened to me before (when I was 14) so I guess in my mind I wasn't too shocked haha.
jblc77-I'm glad my story's going on your favorites! YAY!
Musik Drache-Yeah. I didn't want her dad to be super hardcore protective to the point of being obnoxious but I think almost every dad would feel worried about their daughter in this kind of situation. Especially with Paul being as old as he is and there being no parental supervision around.
Princisco-Thanks, I was worried about how I portrayed Paul. It's really hard in a fanfic because they way I want him might not necessarily be the way everyone else sees him from the books and the movie. I'm glad you like how I describe him.
twilightgal4life-PLEASE don't send Jane. And if you absolutely must, please don't send her with a chainsaw. That's like, super scary! Chainsaws always scare me with the blades spinning haha. Here's your update! Sorry it took so long!
sianybox-yeah, I wanted Paul to seem nervous on the phone because well, it's Natasha's dad. Since she's the love of his life, he wants to do everything right and he obviously has to stay on her dad's good side. It's cute to see him all nervous and gentlemanly though haha
starlight5577-I REALLY LOVE HOW YOUR WHOLE COMMENT WAS IN CAPS. I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THE KISSING SCENE IN THE KITCHEN. I WANTED TO MAKE IT HOT AND INNOCENT AT THE SAME TIME SO I HOPE IT SEEMED THAT WAY. IDK WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN WITH THE VAMPIRE KILLINGS, YOU'RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT AND FIND OUT :D
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NATASHA:
Sometimes life throws unexpected events at you that show that somebody's looking out for you. I hadn't even thought about the weather when I was driving over here, or when I was hanging out here. It hadn't been that bad when I left or I know my parents would have questioned letting me come here at all. When I was cozy in Paul's house, cuddling with him and chatting with his friends, it hadn't crossed my mind at all.
So when my mom called to tell me the roads were bad I realized that maybe something greater was at work here. Maybe this meant that Paul and I were supposed to spend more time together. Maybe this was important for the rest of our...relationship.
Needless to say, my father wasn't too pleased with the situation. He asked to talk to Paul, something which I found completely embarrassing. So while Paul talked (aka listened) to my dad, I took the clothes Paul had offered me and changed in the bathroom.
He had given me a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. While the boxers had elastic, making them fit me loosely, the t-shirt was very baggy, almost covering the boxers completely. I pulled my hair up in a messy bun before checking myself out in the mirror. I had to make sure nothing was in my teeth and that my makeup still looked okay.
Mostly I was just stalling so I wouldn't have to listen to my father lecture Paul on how to be responsible or whatever.
Finally deciding I couldn't stall any longer, I opened the bathroom door and walked out slowly, looking to see if he was still on the phone. Instead I found him walked toward me with a grin on his face.
"I like how you look in my clothes," he told me as he put his hands on my hips. I could feel myself blush at his comment. We weren't officially dating yet but this felt like so much more. It felt more mature, more real than a simple boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. I liked it.
While my mind wandered over these thoughts, Paul continued talking.
"Now come on, bedtime. Your dad is trusting me to take care of you and I don't want to give him any reason to not like me," he said and I nodded. Then I walked over to the couch and lay down, curling up in the blankets.
"Comfy," I told him with a smile as I patted the pillow. Instead of smiling back, Paul frowned.
"Are you sure you don't want the bed?" he asked me but I shook my head, standing firm in my decision.
"It's your bed, you can have it," I told him. In response he sighed and I knew he wouldn't argue any more.
"Alright," he told me, leaning down to kiss me goodnight. As soon as our lips were locked, I lifted my hand up and put it behind his head, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer.
Not long enough after, the kiss broke and he stood back up, smiling at me.
"Night," I said softly, out of breath from the kiss. He smiled wider.
"Goodnight," he said before walking out of the room and hitting the light.
All alone now, I curled up in the fetal position, pulling the blankets tighter around me. I had never slept on someone else's couch alone in a room before. I would have thought it would be scary but instead I was filled with a sense of calm. I knew Paul was right down the hall and he would never let anything happen to me here.
Snuggling my face into the pillow, I breathed in the musky scent, letting it fill my nostrils. It was Paul's scent, there was no other way to describe it. A little pine, a woodsy smell. Masculine. It was comforting to be surrounded by it, almost as if Paul was there with me.
I don't remember exactly when I drifted off to sleep but I was harshly woken from my slumber by a noise. Not recognizing what it was, I sighed and curled on my side, preparing to drift off again. Then I heard it.
A wolf.
It was so close, I wouldn't be surprised if it was in the woods right outside Paul's house. The call sounded again and was joined by another, then another. Gasping, I snuggled in tighter to the blankets. My mind whirred with different options, the most potent being to run into Paul's room and hide under his covers. When the howling happened again, this time by four different wolves, I jumped off the couch and tore down the hall, glad Paul's door was open.
Running inside, I jumped on his bed, practically taking him out in the process.
"What the fuck?" Paul asked groggily as he sat up quickly. He obviously hadn't been awoken by the wolves. "Natasha? What's wrong?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes, suddenly alert.
"There are wolves right outside and they're terrifying me," I told him in a harsh whisper. As if to confirm what I had said, two wolves howled again. I shrieked and buried my face in his chest. I frowned when I heard him laugh.
"It's okay, they're harmless," he told me as he brought his hand up to rub my arm. "You're safe here," he said and I nodded, not removing my face from his chest. Although it was cold outside and his house was slightly drafty, as soon as he held me close I felt very warm and toasty. It felt nice. We sat like that for a few minutes, me relaxing in his presence as he attempted to calm me. When I finally felt better, I leaned away from him and we locked eyes. "Better?" he asked me.
"Mhm," I said with a nod.
"Come on, back to the couch," he started to stand up but I stopped him.
"No! What if they come back again? Their howls are so scary," I said and he laughed again as he kissed the top of my head.
"I promise you'll be fine," he said but I was still not convinced. Knowing my luck, as soon as I got back to the couch those wolves would howl and I would be right back in here again.
"Can I stay in here with you?" I asked him and his smile went away with a sigh. "I promise my parents won't find out. I'm terrified to go back out there and listen to those wolves again," I told him and he nodded before standing up. I didn't mention that the idea of snuggling up with him was a nice idea too.
"Fine, fine. But if your dad finds out he'll probably kill me so make sure he doesn't," he said and I nodded, frowning at why he was walking to the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked and he nodded his head out the doorway.
"To make a phone call. I'll be right back," he said in a reassuring way before disappearing down the hall. I curled up in his bed, laying my head back on one of the pillows as I tried to relax myself. The wolves couldn't get me and I would be perfectly fine here with Paul.
After I was relaxed enough to get my mind off of the wolves, I realized I needed to use the bathroom. Hoping up from the bed, I tiptoed out the door, not wanting to disturb Paul's phone call. As I walked to the bathroom however, I couldn't help but overhear the conversation going on on the phone.
"...have to patrol so close? Fine, well tell them to keep it down then. Natasha's terrified they're gonna come in the house. I will. Night Sam," Paul hung up the phone and glanced at me eavesdropping. I gasped and hurried down the hall. "Where are you off to?" Paul called and I turned to him sheepishly.
"Bathroom," I said before hurrying in and shutting the door.
Who had Paul been talking to? And how could this Sam be able to quiet the wolves? Confused by all this, I finished up in the bathroom and hurried back to Paul's room, not thrilled about being alone if the wolves howled again.
Paul was already back in bed when I came in so I crawled in next to him and snuggled close as he wrapped his arm around me. I immediately felt warm again. For some reason Paul's body heat was extremely warm. It felt nice to cuddle with on such a cold night.
"Better?" he asked and I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he stroked my side. "Good. Although I think they stopped howling," he said and I pushed myself up on my elbows to look at him.
"Who were you on the phone with?" I asked.
"My friend Sam. I called him to check what was up with the wolves," he told me and I smiled.
"And was Sam happy that you called him at..." I glanced at the clock. "Three in the morning?" I asked and he smirked as he pulled me into a deep kiss.
All conversation was pretty much lost after that. Our limbs tangled together as we began a deep makeout session, one that couples would enjoy as they drifted off to bed together.
Couples.
"Hey Paul?" I asked as I pulled myself away from him, trying not to smirk at how put out he seemed by the separation.
"Yeah?" he asked as he instead attached his mouth to my neck, clutching my waist so tightly I was sure I would have fingerprint bruises.
"What are we doing?" I asked him and he pulled away to look at me with a grin.
"Well, people usually call this making out..." he started but I punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Ow!" he said dramatically as he acted hurt. I sighed.
"You know what I mean," I said, trying to stay serious. This was a serious conversation and I didn't want the topic to be changed, whether he tried his hardest or not to do so. He stopped faking injury and looked at me seriously.
"We're doing whatever you want us to be doing," he told me. When I started to ask him what the hell that was supposed to mean, he cut me off with a finger to my lips. "If you want us to be friends, we'll be friends. If you want us to date, we'll date. Hell, if you want us to get married, I'll drive you to the nearest courthouse right now."
The last part of his statement caught me off guard. Married? That was a little far wasn't it?
But then I thought back to what I had been thinking on the couch. This did feel like more than simple dating. The connection I felt between us was much stronger than that. I definitely wasn't ready for the 'm' word though. Marriage at my age was way too scary to even contemplate.
"Dating," I said quickly and he looked at me deeply. "I mean, if it's okay with you..." I added shyly and he grinned and pulled me to him.
"Of course it's okay with me. I want nothing more in the world," he told me as he kissed me.
Now that we were 'official' the kiss felt even more intense, if that were even possible. It was our first kiss with Paul as my boyfriend. It felt good. It made me feel complete, like this is what my life had been leading up to; this point in time when Paul became my official boyfriend and I became his official girlfriend.
When the kiss broke again, we settled back into the bed and he pulled me against him.
"You know I'm glad you didn't say you wanted to get married," he stated and I looked up at him, confused. I met his eyes and he grinned at me. "Because then I'd have to drive you to the nearest courthouse and I really don't want to drive in this weather," he finished with a laugh and I shoved him. His response was to pull me closer and kiss the top of my head. "Okay, time to sleep," he said and I nestled into the crook in his arm, finding myself already drifting off to sleep.
As my mind began to wander to dreamland, I swore I heard Paul whisper three words, three of the most important words a couple could say to each other. But I knew I was just dreaming. There was no way Paul had told me he loved me. No way at all.
In the morning I woke to the sun streaming in through a rip in Paul's curtains. Yawning, I turned to look at Paul, only to find his side of the bed empty. Frowning, I looked around the room before beginning to climb out of bed. Feeling the cold air surround me, I grabbed one of the blankets off the bed and wrapped it around me as I walked out of the room.
As I got into the hallway, the smell of bacon wafted to my nose. Following the smell, I came upon Paul in the kitchen, running around with a frying pan in one hand and a plate of bacon in the other. I frowned when I noticed the large tattoo on his shoulder. I had never noticed that before. Shaking that from my head, I made my presence known.
"Morning," I said with a smile as I walked into the kitchen. Paul jumped and looked at me with a groan.
"This was supposed to be breakfast in bed!" he said exasperatedly as he set the frying pan down on the stove and the plate of eggs on the counter. I smiled as I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.
"If it makes you feel better I can go back to bed," I told him and he nodded. "Okay, back to bed it is," I said as I turned to walk away. However he reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.
"I want a kiss first," he told me as he leaned down to capture my lips with his. We both smiled into the kiss before I broke it.
"Your eggs are burning," I said before turning quickly and hurrying out of the room, not wanting to be there while he was frustrated.
About ten minutes later he walked in, a plate in each hand, and sat down on the bed next to me.
"Mmmmm," I said as I looked at the plate he set in front of me. There was an egg, toast, bacon, and sausage. There was no way I could eat all of this but I appreciated the gesture greatly. "This looks delicious," I told him as I picked up the fork he handed me.
"Good," he said as he began to dig into his own food. He had almost three times as much food as me, something I couldn't comprehend. How could he eat that much?
"I didn't know you had a tattoo," I stated as we ate. He nodded, looking down at his shoulder. "What is it?" I asked, curious.
"Just a tribe thing. They guys all have one," he said and I nodded. I always wanted a tattoo but I was too chicken to get one. I probably never would.
"Have the roads cleared?" I asked as I took another bite, changing the subject. Paul nodded.
"I checked the news this morning. They said everything's cleared up. Should be a good drive home," he told me as he stuffed eggs into his mouth.
"I'll have to leave when we're done eating. I'm sure both my parents are already pacing the first floor, waiting for my phone call. I don't want to give them more reason to be worried," I told him and he nodded.
"Sounds good. I've gotta head over to Sam's place before noon anyway," he said and I wondered again who Sam was. I was about to ask him to tell me exactly what role Sam played in his life when I realized he was strongly contemplating something.
"What's wrong?" I asked him and he looked at me, frowning.
"If I were to tell you something, something kind of important, do you promise not to be mad?" he asked me suddenly and I nodded, wondering what he was talking about.
"I couldn't be mad at you," I told him. "Unless you killed someone, then I'd be mad at you," I added as a joke, hoping to lighten the mood. Instead, his scowl lines got deeper. "Paul what is it?" I asked him, suddenly worried. What could be so important that it made the conversation take such a turn?
"Promise you'll hear me out completely," he told me and I nodded. He pushed our plates aside and scooted closer, taking my hands in his. "I don't know if you've heard any of the Quileute legends..." he trailed off when he saw me shaking my head no. "Okay, well there's one legend. It's actually kinda important. Did you know our ancestors descended from wolves?" I shook my head again. I hadn't expected to have story time at Paul's house. I hadn't pegged him as the storytelling type. It seemed interesting though. "Well, it's true. Our ancestors could still turn into wolves. They were shape shifters. The gene apparently passes down through the generations and every few generations new members with the gene are born." I frowned, unsure of what he was saying.
"Are you trying to tell me some Quileutes still turn into wolves?" I asked him with a disbelieving laugh.
"Not just some Quileutes," he stated. "My friends and I." I frowned and he clarified. "Jared, Quil, Embry, Jake, Sam, Seth, and Leah. We're all wolves." That was the icing on the cake. I burst into a fit of giggles.
"This is ridiculous," I told him as I laughed. "But it's really not this funny to try and freak me out. Did you think this up when you heard the wolves howling last night?" Paul was frowning and I saw that he was shaking.
"Natasha I'm not joking around. I'm being serious." He shook harder as he let go of my hands and stood up, walking out of the room.
"Where are you going?" I shouted as I stood up and followed him out. "You can't pull that joke and then walk awa-"
"I'm not fucking joking!" Paul shouted at me as he began to shake more. He hurried to the front door, pulling it open and running out into the snow. I followed him, standing in the doorway in shock. He had never yelled at me before. I don't think anyone had yelled at me quite that harshly before and it hurt.
Paul ran about ten yards from the house before turning to me.
"I'm not lying and I can prove it," he shouted to me before a loud ripping noise filled the air. The lines defining him blurred and then all of a sudden a burst of grey erupted from him, spreading across his body. As I watched in horror, my Paul was replaced by a gigantic grey wolf. It growled harshly at me and I gasped and then ran back into the house, grabbing my purse and my clothes before running back out the door, glad my car was in the opposite direction of the...thing that was standing in the yard.
Slamming the car door shut behind me, I stuck the key in the engine and as soon as it started I stomped my foot on the gas, tearing out of his driveway and off down the road.
As I drove, tears began to fill my eyes. I didn't even know why I was crying. Maybe it was the shock of it all; maybe it was the fact that my perfect relationship had suddenly turned a 180. Either way, as I pulled into my driveway twenty minutes later I was full on sobbing. I shut off the engine and tore into the house, running up the stairs before my parents could comment on my wardrobe. I hadn't changed out of Paul's boxers and shirt.
"Natasha?" I heard my mom call but I shut my bedroom door before going into the bathroom and collapsing on the toilet, letting the sobs take me.
Well there you go! What do you think's going to happen now? Will she forgive him? Or will she be so upset, she'll never talk to him again? What do you think? Review!!!!!!
