A/N: okay so guess what? I went to the mall yesterday and that's why it took so long for me to post a chapter. Also a heads up, I'll be gone on vacation for ten days, so I'll try to write as much as I possibly can while I'm gone but I don't know how much that'll be. I leave the fifteenth, tehehe, so I'll try to post a lot before I go. Also, when school starts I might not post too much. Maybe twice a week? But I still want people to read! So please, keep reading  I enjoy all your support!

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(Cameryn's POV)

After the school bell rang I stepped outside, and my lips crashed onto Paul's. He held me carefully by the waist, massaging my hip slowly.

"How was your day baby?" he whispered, moving his hand further so it was on my butt.

"Horrible without you," I whispered, tracing his face with the palm of my left hand. "We're not going to do any homework tonight, right?"

"Wasn't planning on it," he chuckled. "Were you?"
"Not really," I replied, taking his hair between my fingers. "So can we go already before I eat your face off in public?"
"Actually, now that you mention it, that does sound very erotic."
Paul lowered his lips down to mine and forced his tongue in once more. Happily, I took it, letting it wrestle in my mouth.

A while later I realized people were watching, so I pulled away quickly.

"Wait until we get to your house," I whispered against his lips.

Paul simply smirked and pecked my lips. He took my bottom lip between his and sucked gently.

"I don't think I can, baby girl," he chuckled. "I think you taste way too good to wait."

He leaned down to my neck and bit it gently, massaging the bite with his tongue.

I turned away, starting to shake my hips. Paul grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he teased, placing his forehead against mine.

"Um… to your car so you don't fuck me in public." With my index finger I tapped his nose and placed a peck on his lips.

"Alright, but if we fly off the highway because I'm trying to kiss you it's all you fault."
I giggled, took his hand, and lead him outside into the cold. His hand burnt mine, but never had I thought to care. It felt so right when all his muscles flexed with mine. It felt amazing when his smooth skin touched mine. Everything was so right.

"You anxious, baby?" Paul pulled me back into his arm, wrapped around my waist. "If I knew I couldn't keep up with you I would've been dragged on the ground."
Slowly, he reached down to steal my lips. We walked in a fast motion until we got to his old, grey truck. He leaned me down on the hood and continued our kiss until I turned my head away.

"Shouldn't this continue on a bed instead of a freezing cold truck hood," I laughed, taking his face with my hands. "I think it might be a bit more comfortable for me."
"Anything for my darling." Paul helped me up quickly and opened my door. He put me in the seat and buckled me up.

He treated me like I was a princess. He did everything for me, and I was his one and only.

"I'm a big girl," I laughed as he got in on the other side. "I can do things by myself."

"Not while I'm around," he teased, starting the car. "Anything you want is my command."

"How about I don't like pussies?" I replied with a smirk.

He smirked back at me. "I'm not a pussy, and you know that. I only do what I do to make you happy."
"You're whipped already. I like to make 'em whipped."
"Then you can have fun doing that," he laughed. "Because I sure as hell am not whipped."

"Sure." I pushed his arm. "And I'm not a girl. Dude, you're whipped as hell."
"How do you know?" he mused, turning down a few streets. "I may just want to kiss you."
"Well that sucks for you."
"You like it just as much as I do."
He was as right. I loved his kisses more than he could ever think. They were so right; better than anything else I had experienced in my life. They were amazing, new, crazy, and wild. It took me so much strength not to kiss him then and there.

"You wish," I teased. "Just so you can kiss me more."
He shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe I don't have to wish because you won't be able to say no for long."
"I said no for longer than you could, and it was what? Three days?"

"Pretty much," Paul took my hand with his free one. "Actually, more like two and a half. Besides, you were the one that asked me to ask you out."

"That is true," I smiled over at him. "I did ask you to ask me out, but you agreed without a doubt."

Paul pulled up to a house that looked like almost every single house around it. There were no other cars around the house, so I thought that meant that no one else was home.

Paul got out of the car without saying a word, and I followed right behind him.

He pulled out his key, unlocked the door, and started inside.

"Jeremy!" he yelled. "Home!"

Slowly, I took off my jacket as I waited for the kid Paul called Jeremy.

"God dammit. Paul, why can't you live at school?"
The kid came out, with really messy brown hair and big blue eyes. He was the complete opposite of Paul in every aspect of his looks. Their personalities were very alike, though.

"My brother Jeremy," Paul took my jacket and threw it on the couch. His words weren't much of an introduction.

"Another girl, Paul?" Jeremy laughed. "God, you gotta cut down on the sex, dude."

"Shut up, freak," Paul growled. "She's not here for that."

"I'm just teasing," Jeremy laughed, placing out his hand for me. "Paul's not like that, honest to God."

A smile crept over my lips. "Cameryn."

"Nice name," he chuckled. "Isn't that a dude's name?"

Paul shook his head, and wrapped an arm around my waist.

"We're going upstairs. Don't come up, and call when Mom's home."
"Have fun."

Paul led me up the stairs to the second door on the left. He fell back on his messy bed, which was covered in AP magazines and CDs, and smirked at me.

I took in the messiness of his room. It was a lot more than I could take in at first glance. I suspected that his floor was white, as I could see patches between old clothes and books. His walls were a dark blue, covered in different posters of bloody movies and bands like Korn and Marilyn Manson.

"I know it's messy," he laughed, placing his hands behind his head.

Slowly, I walked towards him.

"It's not what I expected," I mused. "I imagined a bunch of posters of half-naked girls."

He shook his head. "Naw. I don't need the posters when I can get the real thing."
When I got close enough to him, he pulled me down onto his stomach.

He looked me square in the eye, pushing my hair that was dangling in his face behind my ear. He slid his hand down the side of my face and down my chest.

"How long am I staying for?" I whispered.

He shrugged as best as he could with me on top of him. "You can stay as long as you want. I just told Jeremy to tell me when Mom was home so we knew not to make out while she's here. Too much of a risk for her to come in on us."
I lowered my lips to his for a peck. "Does your mom not like it when you bring girls home?"
"She likes it when I get girls and stuff, but she doesn't like the PDA."
He gave me another kiss, opening his mouth slightly to bite my lip. I smirked, letting his lips fall off of mine.

"I like PDA," I mused, running my hand through his hair. "It lets me know how you feel."

He kissed me again, and I let his tongue slip into my mouth. We wrestled for a few minutes before he pulled away.

His hands rested on my butt as he smiled at me. Slowly, he turned us so he was on top of me.

"I think you know how I feel," he chuckled. "So are you staying for dinner?"
I shook my head. "No, I don't think so. Jared will flip if I'm not home for dinner," I lied.
He raised an eyebrow. "Since when were you so obsessed with how Jared felt?"
"When he became part of my family."
"He can't rule your life forever."
"You think I let him rule my life?" I giggled. "If he ruled my life I wouldn't even be here right now. Trust me, I rule my own life."
Paul smirked and leaned down to steal a kiss.

"Then prove it. Stay for dinner. Meet my parents."
"But I don't want to," I whined. "I hate meeting parents."
He leaned down again and French kissed me.

The truth was, I knew Jared wouldn't care if I was home or not. My dad wouldn't care if I was home either. They wanted me to have my own life, and experience my own things. This was what living with them was all about, new experiences. They wanted me to be happy.

"My parents are cool," he assured me. "It would make me happy if you staid."
I smiled. "Who said I wanted to make you happy?"
He kissed me again and put on a sad face.

"That just breaks my heart, Cameryn. I can't believe you don't want to make me happy."
I shook my head. "We're not even going out, and no you can't ask me to be your girlfriend right now, so I don't want to meet them."

"Please?" He pouted. "Pretty please with cherries and sprinkles on top?"
I shook my head. "Paul, you're such a three year old. That will definitely not get you anything."

"Are you sure?" he sang. "I think it will."
"No, it won't."
He kissed me. "Please?"
"No."
"Please? Please? Please? Please? Pleeeeease?" He placed another kiss on my lips. "It would make me veeeeeeerrrrry haaaaaaaapppppy."

"I'm sure it would."
"So please?" he sang. "Will you?"

"Fine," I growled. "But if they interrogate me like I'm some ex-convict or something I'm leaving."
"They won't," he chuckled. "They're cool parents."

I rolled my eyes. "Since when were parents cool?"

"Fine, they're as cool as parents can get. They won't do that to you."

"I will walk out on dinner, and you know it."

"I know you will." He kissed me. "I thought we came here to make out. You even said you'd rather be on my bed." He moved us up so we were fully on the bed, him still straddling me.

That began our three hour make-out session.