Disclaimer- I don't own Twilight…or New Moon…or Eclipse…or Breaking Dawn…or the movie. *sigh*
Bpov
I had never felt so embarrassed in my life! I walked inside my house still holding up a crying Kim.
I sat her down at the kitchen table and put a spoon and a carton of strawberry ice cream in front of her.
"I'm going to call your mom and tell her you're sleeping over. I can't let you go home like this." I told Kim as she consumed mass amounts of frozen calories.
It made me feel so much stronger when I was helping someone else with there problems. If Kim was scared I was brave. If she was in pain mine didn't hurt so bad. And if she was sad I was angry.
It was a great distraction which was exactly what I needed. I wasn't ready to deal with rejection.
After Kim ate her ice cream we went into my family room and watched Project Runway until she fell asleep by my side. There's nothing like reality TV to boost your own self esteem.
I knew I had to think about what happened sooner or later but, I preferred later so, I got up to clean the kitchen.
Washing the dishes didn't stop my mind from wandering to what happened later that afternoon.
Flashbacks of him filled my mind. I thought we had some kind of connection.
Apparently not.
I covered my worn out eyes with my soapy hands and tried my hardest not to cry.
I failed of course.
A little after I stopped to put away the dishes I had already dried.
Enough of that feeling sorry for myself. I can only handle so much drama.
I went back to drying and putting the dishes away before I heard a tapping on the window. It was probably only a bird so I just ignored it.
"Brooke, I'm sorry."
I screamed and dropped a plate I had been drying I was so surprised. As I turned around to se who broke into my house I found Paul catching a plate right in front of me.
What the coo coo clock?!
"How did you get to me so fast?" Maybe not the question I should've asked but I could've sworn I heard him talk to me from the other side of the kitchen.
"Umm…what?" he shifted his chestnut brown eyes a little bit and picked at the spotless white tiles on my kitchen counter.
"You sounded like you were on the opposite end of the kitchen by the door before I dropped the plate." I explained.
"I da'no watcha talking bout." He mumbled and looked in down in a very suspicious manner. It reminded me of a little kid denying a wrong doing.
"Whatever, just tell me what your doing here." I scowled and put the forgotten plate down.
"In your kitchen?" he guessed.
"No in a shoelace factory! Yes in my kitchen!"
I can get irritated pretty fast if you haven't already noticed.
"You're mad." He observed looking amused.
"Bravo Einstein! Do you expect a noble prize?!"
"No its just…"
"What?!" I exclaimed getting more irritated by the second.
"You're really hot when you get mad."
I couldn't help but give him a smile. He could be really cute and sweet when he wasn't annoying the hell out of me.
"Paul…" I didn't know how to start.
"Paul…why would you just stand there and let Sam tell me I can't see you and then come over my house?" I asked softly a little afraid to show him how hurt I was.
The expression that came on his face then was a cross between hurt, conflicted, self loathing, and protective.
"Sam's right." he said looking mad at me.
"What?!!!!!!" I exclaimed. What was wrong with him!!!!!
"I'm not right for you I'm too dangerous!" he started to yell
"Maybe I like danger!!!" I growled ferociously.
"You're not making this easy for me Brooke! I want you to find someone who will be able to protect you!" he was starting to shake he was so mad.
"Not only can I take care of myself but, I take care of other people all the time! And I don't want some overprotective psycho attached to my hip at all the entire time we date! I want someone strong, and smart, and funny! I want someone who's like me! I want someone who understands me! I only really want you!!!" I screamed.
It all happened so fast I had no time to stop and think. I just threw myself at Paul and our lips collided in a perfect impact. He immediately responded by enveloping me in his arms and kissing me back.
I haven't kissed that many guys. I mean its not like I'm a fugly dwarf or anything. Guys just tend to get scared off when you're as moody as I am. I've gotten kissed a couple times but nothing, could ever compare to the feeling of Paul's lips on mine.
I had a tingling feeling on the skin of my back were his strong warm hands were pulling me closer to him. His lips tasted like starburst tangy and sweet. Yummy.
I don't know how long we stayed like that when I finally came up for air. My heart was beating a million times a second, my lips hurt, and my hair was all tangled and messy from having Paul's hands in it. I felt great. It was hard to figure out which made me dizzier lack of oxygen or Paul.
He smiled at me.
Yeah, it had to be Paul.
"I'm sorry." I said pausing for a brief second.
"I just really need to know exactly how you feel about me."
This was starting to get confusing even for me, and I needed some answers.
"Well…" he started to look regretful. Sort of like a long lost puppy dog realizing maybe running away wasn't the best idea.
"We can't be together."
"Are you bipolar!!?!!" it was more of an explanation than a question.
First he lets Sam 'forbid' me from seeing him, then he breaks into my house to apologize. After he says sorry he himself says I can't see him. Then, he kisses me. After he kisses me back he still says we can't be together. What dose he want?
"Paul I can't deal with these cryptic meanings! You say one thing but, then you do another!"
"You're the one that keeps making things so hard!" he screamed.
"I'm tired of this! Will you just leave?!" I yelled back.
"Is that really what you want!" he boomed.
"Yes! Just go! Get out of my sight and never come back!"
"Fine." He didn't scream this time but, his voice sounded so low and harsh it made me shake it was so frieghting. Not that I let him see that.
(A/N) Things are only starting to heat up. I can't wait to write about when they all boil over. I have a master plan! Moo ha ha! Please review.
