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Chapter Twenty Four

Oh No

After dinner, which- even though wasn't what I was used to- was delicious. Paul had paid for our meal and we got into his car to head home.

"That was nice," I commented, giving Paul a grin.

He had been acting a bit weird ever since we had left the restaurant. Distant, he was quiet and only nodded when I spoke or commented on things.

We were about ten minutes from my house when I finally couldn't take the silence. "Did I do something?" I asked.

Paul switched lanes, and sped up. "What? No. You didn't do anything, I'm just. . .I was just thinking about something."

He was stalling on whatever he wanted to say. It was obvious. "Thinking?" I pressed on, hoping he would give more information.

I. . .God," he clenched his fists tighter on the steering wheel, before stopping at the red light that had turned and then looked at me with those intense glowing silver eyes. "You know that I don't want anyone else right? I mean you understand that?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Huh?"

"I don't want anyone else, I want to be with you, Hannah. Only you. And I know you want to wait, to be friends first because you still don't trust me, and I get that. . .but what I want- no, what I need for you to know is that I'm going to wait for you. When you're ready, you tell me and I'll be there waiting in line for you. . .and I swear, swear on my life that I'll treat you right. I would never hurt you again. . .I can't."

My hands were folded together tightly. Our dinner had been perfect, fun, and light. Light conversation- sort of- with laughter and jokes, but this was. . .heavy. I didn't do heavy well, I didn't like confrontation or exclamations of deep things that were confusing and complicated. It wasn't me, and I think Paul knew that. . .but he did it. He had to make a big deal out of everything.

I was quiet, until we finally pulled up into the driveway. Looking at the familiar house, the place I grew up, I had to smile. I wasn't so fond of change. The lights in the living room were on.

And when we came to a stop I didn't wait for Paul to open my door, I did it myself and hopped out of the car, and started walking up my driveway.

Paul was close behind and stopped me before I reached the lawn, grabbing onto my shoulders lightly, but firm enough to turn me around to face him. "I didn't mean to get all. . .dramatic-"

"Yes, you did," I accused. "You want me to feel bad about not wanting to date you. You can't handle rejection, especially by me who you thought was so easy before. I thought you were different, that you changed, but maybe I was wrong." I tried tugging out of his grip, but he wouldn't let me.

"I am different. And I didn't try to make you feel guilty, or pressure you, or anything like that. I was just trying to let you know, so you didn't think I was telling you how I felt about you and then going off and dating other girls. Because I'm not, and I won't. Like I said before, I don't want anyone else, Hannah."

My eyes had been narrowed into small slits, but when he said those things, I couldn't help but relax slightly. "I don't get it. What's so darn special, that you want me so much? That you'd go to extreme lengths to get me to talk to you. That'd you go as far as to waiting for me to want to me with you? Other guys wouldn't do that," I pointed out guardedly.

He smirked. "I'm not like other guys. You of all people should know that by now."

"Har, Har," I responded sourly, but I calmed down now.

Paul was going to laugh to, I knew he was, but then he stiffened, his hand tightening on my arms a bit, and then he pulled me to him, like right up against him. "I've got to go, but I want you to know that I'll be picking you up for school tomorrow," he responded rather swiftly, his eyes were scanning the darkness that surrounded my house.

"Everything okay?" I was going to, or should have made a smart comment on him bossing me around and giving me orders, but his face looked so serious and angry for a second there that I couldn't.

"Yeah," he answered sharply, before giving me an embracing squeeze, and then leant down till out faces were inches apart.

I thought that this was going to be it. He was going to kiss me on the mouth. He was going to ruin our newly fragile friendship that had barely even started by kissing me right there.

It would have ruined everything we worked so hard toward that day, and I could see it in his eyes that he knew it to, so when he closed the space between us, I closed my eyes, waiting for it, the kiss that was so familiar that I could almost taste it, almost remember it from all those months ago, but the kiss never came.

At least not on the mouth.

His lips landed lightly on my right cheek, and I couldn't describe it, but I had to say that it was one of the best kisses I had ever received from him. Which is crazy, but so true. Before he'd always just thrust his lips onto mine, almost sloppily, but firmly, and roughly. Now though, it was soft, and sweet, and pure. And at that moment I didn't care, I wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss him on the lips. To know how it would be to kiss the new Paul, the one I was starting to like.

But before I could make a move in the direction of his lips, Paul pulled away, and even in the darkness I could see his eyes glow silver. We stared at each other, and then he whispered huskily, "Go inside, Hannah. I'll be here tomorrow to pick you up before school."

I backed away, when his hands released me, nodding, and turned to go into the house. I don't really remember how I walked from the driveway to the door, but I did. And then I opened the door, and closed it with a sigh.

Paul, who was suppose to be only my friend had kissed me, it wasn't on the lips but still. . . it felt amazing.

I sighed again.

"Hannah?"

Jumping, at the sound of mom's voice, I turned and blinked.

She and Brady were in the living room. Mom was standing, and staring at me with wide eyes, while Brady was sitting on the couch, arms folded across his chest, his eyes accusing while they glared at me.

"What?" I demanded, angry that they had ruined what ever I was feeling just then.

Mom took a step forward, her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and I realized that she wasn't dressed in work clothes. She was actually home, and she was in sweats, looking concerned.

Something was wrong.

"Hannah, Doctor Cullen came by the house today. . .He says he's been desperately trying to contract us for awhile now. Do you know anything about that?"

Oh no. . .

ANN: Got it up! I wasn't going to post this until like tomorrow or the next day, but since the last chapter was soooo short I decided to be nice and get this up here. I'll try to update again soon! Please Review and tell me whatcha' all thought! Thanks again- Anastasia!