A/N: First off, guys, I have 49 reviews for this story. 49! That's almost 50, which is halfway to 100, and that's only for 9 chapters! I find that kind of amazing. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, this is really awesome to see.

Second, I have been getting some mixed reviews about Leaf as a character. Some people like that she's the mediator between Paul and Dawn, while other people find her too perfect. Guys, just relax. Deep breaths, its gonna be okay. I haven't even begun to develop Leaf's background or her real character yet. So if she seems perfect right now, I promise you that it isn't going to last. I have her back-story well thought out, and she will have some scars. So don't pass judgement just yet, everyone will get development in time.

Lastly, I apologize in advance to anyone who loves Dawn, you'll understand why when you read this chapter. I know she acts like a huge bitch right now, but sometimes you have to go through hard times to become the person you're meant to be. I personally had a lot of fun writing this chapter, because when Dawn first came on the show, I really didn't like her. She was just really air-headed and cared way too much about her hair. Which is why I like Ikarishipping so much, because Paul was one of my favourite characters, and pairing him up with Dawn, who I didn't like very much, caused me to change my mind and like her more as time went on.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story idea. Pokemon, characters, and references belong to other people who are not me.

Okay, I think that's everything, now on with Chapter 10!

Chapter 10: Join Us

Paul

It had been three weeks since school officially started, meaning that it was almost October. Almost a month into the year and I thought I was finally getting used to this place. But life likes to throw unexpected twists at you, just for the hell of it.

Drew and I were walking to Stage Performance on Friday afternoon. In the three weeks I'd known Drew I had gotten pretty used to him, as well as everyone else. But that particular day he was starting to get on my nerves. He was rambling on about the prank May had pulled on him a few days earlier, and I was trying to tune him out as we walked.

"That girl is not getting away with this. I swear even if it takes me the rest of the year I'm going to get my revenge!" he threatened.

One thing I had learned about both May and Drew in the weeks I'd known them was that they were both very dramatic, and they took this prank war of theirs way too seriously.

"You've been saying that all day, give it a rest," I told him as I ignored the laughs Drew was getting from the other students we passed.

"How can you be so nonchalant about this?" Drew asked me.

"Well it didn't happen to me," I responded.

(Flashback)

It was Wednesday and Drew and I were headed to the studio. We had a performance in our instrumental string class that we needed to learn by the end of the week, so we thought it would be better to practice in the Studio then in the dorm.

Even though Drew was here for piano as his main focus, he had gotten into playing the base near the end of last year, so he'd signed up for the Strings class to get better at it. He was in the same class as Leaf, Gary and I, but he had skipped the first class to pull that prank on May. Doing that hadn't made Miss Belle like him very much, so he had to work extra hard to get on her good side.

"So I went to get the music from her, and she gave me the evilest death glare I've ever gotten before. And I've pissed off a fair amount of teachers, but Miss Belle is another story," he recounted yesterday's lesson.

"Who teaches the piano class then?" I asked. I remembered Miss Belle saying that she was the instructor for all the Instrumental classes, but maybe she just meant all the string classes.

"That would be Miss Keys. Which is pretty ironic when you think about someone with the last name Keys teaching piano," Drew laughed.

We exited the elevator and started to walk down the hall.

"Psst!" I heard. I stopped walking and looked around.

"Paul? What's up?" Drew asked.

He stopped walking when he realized I wasn't following. Suddenly I spotted something out of the corner of my eye, but Drew failed to notice it. It was only there for a second, but I could've sworn I saw a flash of red.

"You go on ahead, I'll catch up," I said, looking to investigate who made that sound. Whoever it was obviously didn't want Drew to know they were there.

"Alright, suit yourself," Drew said nonchalantly as he turned around and kept walking.

When Drew rounded the corner, I stood up and opened the studio door across the hallway from where I was standing.

"Eeep!" May squealed when I opened the door.

"May? What are you doing?" I asked, although I could probably guess what. She wore white jeans and a red lace shirt.

"Just... exploring!" May squeaked out. She was obviously lying.

"I'm serious. You got my attention, now what do you want?"

She sighed in defeat. "Okay, fine. I set up my revenge prank on Drew in the studio, but then I heard you were going to be there too and I didn't feel right pranking you when you had nothing to do with what Drew did to me so I ran over here to get your attention before you got to the studio!" she rambled on, but I somehow managed to understand what she was saying.

"So, then that means-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I heard someone scream.

May had a huge grin plastered on her face as she ran ahead of me. I ran after her, concerned that she might have committed murder in her attempt to get revenge.

We rounded the corner and ran down the hall. The door to Studio B3 was wide open and light was pouring into the hall from the windowed wall. We got to the doorway and looked inside. May burst out laughing while I just stared.

Drew was lying on his back in the middle of the studio floor, soaking wet and shivering like crazy. I noticed several cubes of ice floating in the large puddle of water he lay in. On the far side of the room was Ash's skateboard, obvious from the red, blue, and white pokéball design on it. Suspended on an elaborate wire system attached to the door was an empty bucket that I assumed used to be filled with ice water. Drew looked at the doorway when he heard May's laughter.

"Y-y-y-you d-d-d-did th-th-th-this?" he asked, his teeth chattering with every word.

"But of course! You must have seen this coming?" May smiled triumphantly.

"S-s-s-s-sure I-I d-d-did. B-b-b-but I ex-expected s-s-something m-m-more e-elaborate. This w-w-was c-c-cute a-at b-b-best!" Drew shot back, trying to stand up on the slippery floor.

"That's what you think," May said in a sing-song voice.

She knew something we didn't. I looked around the room and spotted something sitting on top of the piano.

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked, pointing at the objects perched on the piano. Drew looked over too and froze in his shivering.

"Yup. A video camera connected to a laptop computer. My prank was not only hilariously funny, but now the whole school gets to enjoy it!" she explained victoriously.

"You didn't," Drew said seriously.

May smirked. "Oh, but I did. That camera is uploading the video directly to the internet. You embarrassed me in front of the whole school, so I thought it would only be fair to do the same.

"In fact!" she stated, drawing out her phone. "It's already ready for viewing!" she said as she turned her phone around for us to watch.

It was true. A video of Drew was playing on her phone. It involved Drew walking through the doors of the studio, slipping on the skateboard, falling and landing in the middle of the floor, then having water splashed all over him. You could just make out him saying, "Oh no." as the bucket tipped over on him. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to keep from smiling.

"Y-You little…!" Drew couldn't even finish his sentence.

"I think my work here is done," May claimed as she walked past us to get her camcorder and laptop. "Have a nice day gentlemen."

Then May walked right out of the studio, glowing with pride. I turned to look at Drew, who was still silent with shock.

"I'm not helping clean up."

"Man," Drew sighed. "The whole school has seen that video."

"Don't complain. You knew you had this coming, you just got careless and let your guard down."

"This isn't my fault!" Drew exclaimed.

"If you don't want to get embarrassed, you either have to be more careful or learn not to care what others think of you," I reasoned.

"It must be nice not caring about others opinions. How do you do it Paul?" he asked.

What he didn't know was that it wasn't nice. I didn't care because I'd lost the ability to. Caring hurt too much, so I'd switched off the part of myself that did. It meant I didn't care what people thought negatively of me, but it also meant I didn't care about the positive either.

We walked into class and made our way to our seats at the back of the room. Ash and Gary were already there.

"Hey Paul," Gary greeted, "Hey drowned Rattata," he said to Drew.

Drew scowled at him. Ever since Gary saw that video he was coming up with all kinds of names for Drew. Thinking back on that day, he did sort of look like a drowned Rattata. More so if he had purple hair like mine though.

"Not funny," Drew said, sitting down beside Ash.

"Alright class, settle down!" shouted Mr. Finn over the 30-odd students in the class.

Everyone quieted down. Mr. Finn was a relatively young teacher, probably in his mid-20's. He was tall and broad, with brown hair and a square jaw. He was probably the easiest teacher we had out of all of our classes.

"Now, yesterday I told you that today we'd be consulting with each other about your upcoming performances at the Diamond Concert which comes up in a few weeks time. But the staff just got some breaking news from the principal herself, so I'm going to start off with an announcement instead."

Whispers could be heard through-out the class. It seemed everyone was curious as to what this breaking news could be.

"Now for the past two or three years, there have been rumors floating around about a new type of program that the school was trying to attain the rights to offer. This type of program was not to be on its own, like music, dance or drama, it was to be more like a sub-division of one of the already existing programs. The curriculum we offer here is already program specific, and this new program would be something we've never tried before."

Now the classroom was buzzing with hushed voices. They were all conversing about what this new program might be. They kept their voices low though, because they still wanted to hear what it was.

"Well I'm happy to announce that those rumors are true. Principal Veil just confirmed that the school has gotten the program it's wanted so long for. Starting today the school will be offering a sub-division of the music program that we're calling the Band Program."

Ash and Drew high-fived and Gary pumped his fist in the air. I on the other hand wasn't really sure what that meant.

"Now this isn't a program for marching bands or anything like that. When this school started, it only pursued classical interests. But as times changed, so did the music industry. The classes the school offered started to evolve in order to fit the new generations of musicians, and now we support all genres of music. Now, the new program will accept groups of three or more people as a band, and when they perform at competitions they will be considered as one act. That means all members will be ranked the same. The band may choose to perform any type of music that they want, but their performances will be judged more harshly. Being a participant of the band program does not mean your classes get easier. If anything, being in the band program will be more work than the programs you're currently in, but it will be an amazing opportunity none-the-less.

"You may apply for the band program until the end of October. This may seem like a hassle, considering you've already settled into your classes, and joining the program may cause your schedules to shift, but I still recommend that all of you consider the opportunity. And now, onto the lesson…"

I don't think anyone was listening after that though. They were all talking about the new program, but the comments weren't all positive. Most of the people in class thought the new program sounded like a joke. They all seemed to think it was too much trouble to apply to a new program when their classes were already set. If you asked me, they all seemed like glory hogs. They didn't feel like sharing the spotlight with anyone else, so they weren't even considering the idea.

Then I looked to my left and saw my three friends. They weren't talking at all, they were just smiling. And I couldn't help but wonder why.

After class ended, I got back to the dorm before Drew did. For the past few days I'd had an idea for a song stuck in my head and I wanted to start it as soon as I could.

For the past few weeks I'd been hanging out with the guys a lot, which was fine, but it had led me to neglect my writing. I got my acoustic from my room and pulled out my black book from my pocket. I sat down on the brown leather couch facing away from the door.

Hanging out with my new 'friends' was a new experience for me, and I was still learning to get used to it. But sometimes, it was nice to go back to what I knew. Writing songs was something I had been doing for years. It comforted me to just sit in my dorm alone, and get ready to write my own song.

"PAUL!" someone shouted as the door slammed open.

So much for alone.

Drew, Gary, and Ash piled into the room rather loudly.

"What?" I asked rather irritated.

"How can you ask that!?" Gary questioned.

"Because yelling my name gives me absolutely no context as to what you could possibly want!" I shot back. All they did was smile.

"What's up with you guys?" I asked kind of disturbed by their behavior.

"We're just excited! We've been waiting for this program since last year!" Drew said.

"What, the band program?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes the band program!" Gary shouted. "The school's been trying to get it since before we even came here. When we heard the rumors freshman year, we swore we'd audition for it if the school ever got it." Gary explained.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Why ELSE!?" Gary said, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to me. "Chicks dig rock bands!"

"Ignore him," Drew said as he sat down in one of the armchairs. "We just think it sounds fun. We'd get to perform together, and make whatever kind of music we want."

I guess I kind of understood where they were coming from, but it was also a big risk to take. They would all be ranked the same based on their performance as one band, so if one of them messed up, it would reflect on all of them.

"Have you practiced?" I asked.

"Yup!" Ash answered. "All we need to do is apply!"

"But there is something we need to do before that," Drew said. "And that's where you come in."

Oh boy.

"What do you need from me?"

"Dude, you're like the most serious person we know. That means you'll give us the most objective opinion on our performance," Gary explained.

"Just listen to our song," Drew said. "Then tell us what you think. It'll be good practice for when we audition."

I was kind of shocked that they valued my opinion so much, when we had only met a few weeks ago. But I also understood that they needed someone objective to judge their performance.

"Sure, why not?" I conceded.

"Great, thanks Paul!" Ash thanked me as he left the dorm.

"We'll be right back," said Gary as he followed Ash out the door.

Drew meanwhile went to his room, and then came back moments later carrying a silver keyboard with a black stand. He set it up on the stage-like portion of the floor.

Ash and Gary then came back in, struggling to carry Ash's drum set with them. Eventually, between the three of them, they got all the instruments set up on the small stage in our dorm room, along with an amp for Gary's electric guitar. It had a black body and yellow inlays. Drew was sitting at the keyboard, Ash sat at his red drum set and Gary just stood.

"This song was written by the immensely talented keyboardist Drew, who will also sing said song," Drew said, referring to himself in the third person for some odd reason. He flipped a switch on his electric keyboard, and the music started.

(Lightning- by Alex Goot)

They finished their song, looking rather pleased with themselves. During their performance, I had watched and listened intently. If they wanted my honest critique, I intended to do my best to give it to them. I sat quietly, thinking about every second of their performance. I could feel their eyes on my while I thought out my answer. After a few moments, I looked at them.

"I've got some criticisms," I said.

Gary looked like he was about to say something, but Drew stepped on his foot to stop him.

"Well, tell us then," Drew said calmly. I took a deep breath.

"Individually, you're all good musicians. That much was clear in your performance. But how often did you practice the song together?"

They all looked at each other than back at me.

"A few times. We mainly learned our parts on our own though," Ash responded.

"I think that's your main problem. A band is supposed to create music together, but it sounded more like you were all playing the same song at the same time. Your performances have to complement each other, and come together," I explained.

"But it's an easy fix. If you just practice together more instead of apart, you'll get the hang of it. Also Drew, I got the feeling you weren't really used to singing and playing piano at the same time. If you're going to be the main singer, you should work on that."

I concluded my assessment. They all stared blankly at me.

"Do you have anything positive to say?" Gary asked.

"The sound was good, and so were the lyrics. Just clean up the execution and you'll get in," I stated.

"That's more like it!" Gary cheered.

"Thanks for your input man," Drew thanked me. "I know I've got to work on the singing, but honestly we haven't decided yet who the main singer was going to be. It's mainly between Gary and me."

"Yeah, the problem is that Drew's a better singer, but I'm better at singing while playing. Guess we still have some stuff to figure out before we audition," Gary pointed out.

"Good luck," I told them before I took my book and guitar into my room. If they were going to practice more, than I needed to be alone.

After listening to the guy's performance I had to clear my head in order to think about my song. I had most of the lyrics down, I just needed to work out the music. I decided to take a shower. The warm water pounding on my head usually did a good job calming my mind. It wasn't a long shower, just long enough to get the music flowing. I dried off and re-dressed. A tune was already playing through my head in time with my lyrics.

"I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room, can anybody help me with these exit wounds," I sang to myself as I ran a towel through my hair. I couldn't hear they guys outside in the living room anymore, so I assumed they had left. I picked up my guitar and started strumming.

"I don't know how much more love, this heart can lose, but I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds."

I heard a thump and stopped playing. I thought the guys had left, but maybe they hadn't. But after the thump it was completely silent again. Something wasn't right.

I laid down my acoustic on my bed and made my way to the door of my room quietly. I slowly turned the handle, then abruptly opened the door.

"AAAHHH!" Ash and Gary screamed as they hit the floor. Drew stood up straight, startled by the fast movement of the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, looking down at Gary and Ash on the floor of my room, then up at Drew who was just standing there looking embarrassed.

"Nothing," Ash responded.

"What makes you think we're doing something?" Gary asked, still on the floor.

"Gee, I wonder," I replied sarcastically. Drew suddenly straightened up.

"Paul, that was amazing!" Drew said. "Why didn't you tell us you could sing like that?"

"You never asked," I pointed out. "Were you guys listening in?"

Gary and Ash finally stood up from the floor.

"Well, can you blame us?" Gary asked incredulously.

"It was really good," Ash complimented.

I rolled my eyes and walked past them, into the living room where the musical instruments were still set up.

"How long have you been singing?" Ash asked.

"Since, forever I guess?" I responded.

"And you can play guitar at the same time? I feel like we should've known that," Gary pointed out.

No, you shouldn't have. Because I didn't tell you, because you never asked. And I liked it that way.

"Paul, you really are good. And not only do you write your own songs, you can play guitar really well," Drew pointed out.

"Ya know, with his emo-kid style and loner attitude, he really don't come off as much of a singer, but somehow he makes it work," Gary pointed out.

"He does play an instrument, and his singing is the best we've heard so far," Ash interjected.

I had a feeling this conversation was mainly going on between them, even though they were talking about me and I was in the same room.

"Where are you going with this?" I asked, genuinely confused.

They all just looked at each other and smiled.

"Wanna join the band?"

Dawn

"This was the best idea ever!" May exclaimed. "We should do this all the time."

"I don't think that would be wise, unless you want a mouth full of cavities," I said

May had dragged me down to the lounge because she had an ice cream craving, and she didn't want to be eating it all alone. It was kind of strange to be eating the frozen treat when it was almost October. Fall had come and replaced summer, which meant cooler days and longer nights were approaching Hearthome city. But despite the not-hot weather, the ice cream was still good.

"I don't need to worry about silly stuff like that, I practice great dental hygiene," May argued. She straightened her red blouse which went great with her light blue skinny jeans.

"Okay, then you might get hypothermia. Don't you think it's strange to be eating ice cream when it's almost 15 degrees Celsius outside?" I asked.

"Says the girl almost done her vanilla swirl," she pointed out.

I was about to respond when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. It was Drew, Gary and Ash coming through the swinging doors to the lounge. They looked kind of down as they flopped onto the velvet couches by the TV.

"Dawn, what it is?" May asked concerned.

"Look over there," I said, pointing to where the guys were sitting. "It looks like something's wrong."

"Well, let's go find out! It'll give me an opportunity to tease Drew some more," May said, standing up from her seat.

I stood up to and followed her over to where the guys were sitting.

"Greetings gentlemen, and Drew," May greeted with a smirk. Drew's head was lying against the back of the couch.

"Not now July, not in the mood," Drew said without lifting his head.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Kind of," Gary responded. "We're running out of persuasive arguments."

"And you expect us to know what that means?" May asked.

"You know that band program that Mr. Fin announced today?" Ash spoke up.

"Yeah, what about it?" I responded.

"Well, we want to do it."

I was taken aback by this. The band program had been rumored about for years, but when it finally came to pass not many people seemed as excited about it. And Gary, Ash and Drew were some of the best musicians in school, so the thought of them wanting to take the chance to be in the band program was shocking.

"Why? You're already respected musicians on your own, and being in that program is a huge risk," I questioned.

"That's exactly why we want to do it." Drew explained. "We're all good musicians on our own, so it makes sense that we would be even better if we played together. Or so we thought."

"Can you guys stop talking in riddles and tell us what you're all moping about?" May said.

"We think we have a chance of getting into the program, but only if we get Paul to join the band," Drew said.

"But when we asked, he said no," Ash ended.

I was surprised. Why did they want Paul to be in their band? I mean, I know they liked him and all, but he didn't really seem like a team player. Did they really have so much faith in him?

And furthermore, he said NO!? Drew, Gary and Ash have been nice to him since the first day he got here, and he turned them down!? How could you treat your so-called friends like that? Maybe now they would see my view of that guy. He was nothing but an uncaring jerk.

"Why did he do that?" May asked curiously.

"We don't know. He just turned us down and we couldn't convince him to reconsider," Gary said.

"Well, why do you need him anyway? You have three people, and that's enough to be in the program. You should just do it without him," I told them.

"It's not about the requirements Dawn, it's about the talent. We think Paul being in the band would help us in the long run," Drew explained.

"Yeah, and we want him to be in the band. He is our friend now," Ash concluded.

I was starting to get mad. How dare Paul treat these guys this way! They really valued him, but obviously he didn't value them. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right.

"Where's Paul now?" I asked angrily.

"Don't know, he went out," Drew responded.

"May, I'll see you later okay? I've got something I need to do," I informed her as I started to walked away.

"Okay…" May replied in a confused voice.

I walked out of the lounge through the swinging doors and proceeded to leave Valor Hall's glass doors. Right away I noticed how nippy it was outside. It was sunny, but the wind was cool. I pulled my jean jacket closer around my body and scolded myself for wearing shorts.

I walked around campus, the sun warming my skin even as the wind hit my legs. I wore black shorts that day, so at least they'd absorb the sunlight. I also wore a pink and white shirt, but it could barely be seen underneath my jacket. I walked all the way to the courtyard and looked around, noticing the pavement was clear of any students. I scanned the greenery lining the paved courtyard until I heard something.

It was a strumming sound, like a guitar would make. I followed the noise for a few steps until I spotted something behind one of the trees. I walked closer and saw the person I was looking for.

The leaves of the tree Paul was sitting under were just starting to change color. They retained most of their green, but were tipped with shades of red and orange. Paul was sitting with his back up against the trunk of the tree with his acoustic guitar sitting across his lap. He was the one that was playing, and he hadn't even noticed my arrival, obvious from the fact that he didn't look up from his instrument. That made me even angrier.

"Hey you!" I shouted as I made my way over to him. That got his attention, if only slightly. He raised his head to look at me with uninterested eyes. I put my hands on my hips in a frustrated manner.

"What is your problem?" I yelled at him, unleashing all the anger I felt in my voice.

"At the moment, you," he said in a monotone voice. I chose to ignore his comment and keep ranting.

"I just talked to Drew, Gary and Ash, your so-called 'friends'! They told me you turned down their offer to join a band with them!"

All Paul did was stare blankly at me, not letting any emotion show.

"They've been nothing but nice to you since you got here, and this is how you repay them? You don't deserve to have friends like them. All you do is push them further and further away, no matter how hard they try and make you feel accepted. You're just-,"

"Shut. Up."

My rant froze in my throat. Those two words, they were spoken with such cold ferocity that I felt like someone had poured ice water in my veins. Paul stood up, slinging his guitar across his back and looking down at me. I had never seen Paul show any emotion until then, but what I saw inside his black eyes was nothing less than pure rage.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he asked harshly. I gulped at his voice.

"You think you have the right to lecture me about the decisions I make? Because last time I checked, free will was still a practiced concept. The guys asked me a question, and I gave them an answer. It might not have been the answer they wanted, but it was an answer."

"I-" I choked out, but Paul wasn't done. His already dark eyes somehow became even darker with every word.

"Is that all you think friendship is? Occasionally being nice to people so they'll never go against what you want. Not surprising, since you basically walk around like you own the place. But let me tell you a secret princess," He leaned in so his face was directly in front of mine.

"No one's going to remember you. Within a year, everyone will forget your song, your voice, and your name. And do you want to know why? Because everything about you is pathetic and empty. Your song, your attitude, and most of all, your fear of one person not respecting you."

My chest hurt and my eyes stung. The temperature of the wind now felt like nothing against my body. The freezing chill that I felt in his voice was colder than any natural occurrence I'd ever experienced.

"Is that what you're afraid of?" he whispered tauntingly. "That I'm right? That you don't deserve the respect everyone's giving you, and that they'll all stop just because I don't give you any?"

I couldn't meet his eyes any longer. I looked down at the ground, my heart filling with pain at his words.

"I don't need a sad excuse for a singer like you trying to tell me how to live my life. So do us both a favor, and stay away from me," he finished.

Paul placed his guitar in its case and walked away.

I stood there for a long time after that, just staring at the ground. I don't think I've ever been talked to that way in my entire life. The words he said, they cut through me like a knife, filling me with emotions I hadn't had for a long time. Doubt, shame, pain clouded my head. I wouldn't cry though, not for him. I kept the tears at bay, clenching my fists until I could feel my nails almost puncturing my skin. The whole time thinking the same thing.

Is he right? Am I afraid of losing respect? Will everyone forget me?

I was ashamed to say that I was afraid of him being right. I didn't want it to be true. I wanted to deny it, but the thoughts wouldn't go away. I didn't want to be here anymore. I looked up, still sad and hurt, and took a few steps forward. But my foot hit something.

I looked down at the ground again, where Paul had been sitting not that long ago. I crouched down and picked up the object I had stepped on, wondering what significance it could have.

What I held in my hand was a small, black, leather-bound book.

And I had a sinking suspicion that I knew who it belonged to.

A/N: So yeah, I had a little bit of fun writing Paul putting Dawn down. Don't hate me or Paul though, it will all work out. And trust me, Dawn needed this. This is the first step to her realizing her mistakes. And just so ya know, the song Paul was singing was Exit Wounds by The Script. I plan to use a lot of their songs in this fiction because their one of my favorite bands! Well, until next week wonderful readers!