So this is a fairly long chapter, I've not been into this story the past few weeks, I feel completely lost. I know where I want to get to and the story I want to tell but I can't seem to get it out in my writing and I feel like it's taking me forever to make progress. I am trying to speed it up and so my chapters may begin jumping over time periods, I can't seem to gel with this story right now but I think it's because I'm so focused on Run, Baby, Run. I don't want to leave this story unfinished and so I will try to keep updating as often as possible but PLEASE if you have suggestions then PM me, or leave a comment to help me out! I really do love suggestions, as long as they aren't being really mean haha :D anyway, enjoy this chapter. It's nice and long as I am off on holiday for two weeks so I won't be updating for two-three weeks now. Enjoy!
The weeks went fast here, it was almost like I blinked and I had completed another week at school, Emily was flipping out over the slightest things, her hormones were beginning to kick in and she was a mess most days.
I glanced over the calendar hanging on the kitchen fridge, today was the Saturday we were going shopping for baby stuff, she was only four months but they were trying to figure out how to set the house up and so she wanted to go price things up. We also had to get our stuff for graduation, the guys were all on orders from their parents to get sensible and smart shirts while Emily wanted me to buy a cute dress, Kim wanted the same. I didn't understand why, we would be in our graduatuion robe anyway.
Either way we were all travelling to Port Angeles so that we could do it together, hence why I was up at 8:30 on a weekend. Emily was bustling around behind me trying to find her notes of baby colours.
"Are you ready?" She called out louder than necessary and I turned to look at her, she hadn't noticed I was here. She glanced up from the sheet of paper in her hands and jumped in surprise. "Oh, you are down here. Sorry, are you ready the guys are turning up?" She gave a smile and I nodded at her.
Sam hopped off the bottom step and glanced at me, his eyes rolling as he lingered on my shorts. It was a sunny day. "You can't wear those" He huffed out and we entered into the daily ritual of him telling me my jeans were too tight, my top too low cut, my shorts too short or my dress to easily blown up in the wind.
"Ok dad"
"I'm not joking, you're sharing a car with Paul and Embry"
"Yes I know" I didn't get his point.
"Well it's too short" He was getting agitated and Emily threw her hands up in the air before walking out, she always got annoyed when this conversation started.
"Oh because I am sure Paul and Embry want to jump me, however will they manage to not put their hands on me in these shorts" I was being sarcastic but my comment made his body go rigid, his fists clenching shut as he stared me down.
"Go change" Sam ordered and I crossed my arms across my stomach and stared straight back at him.
"No, don't use your alpha tone with me" I snapped back and his fists turned whiter as they squeezed shut letting no air through.
"Savannah, don't annoy me today just go change or share a car with Jake and Quil"
I stood defiantly and he tried staring me down, it didn't work. Sam didn't really scare me, I knew he was prone to brash tempers but he didn't worry me that much. He stared longer and I stared right back.
"Fine, be stubborn but put this on" He grabbed one of his jackets off the rack and chucked it at me, compromise. I chucked it on and followed him outside not missing the scowl he gave me as I walked for Paul's truck and he walked for Jared's. In Quil's car was Jake, Embry and Nessie.
Embry was supposed to be in Paul's truck. I wasn't even sure why Paul was coming, he didn't need anything and now Embry wasn't even in here with us. I turned to look for him but all I see is Jared saying something to Sam and him turning to where I was and giving an almighty glare before trying to make his way over. Emily stood in front of him stopping him and they seemed to break into a mini argument that I couldn't hear. After a few minutes Sam gets into Jared's truck and the cars begin to move, I stayed hovering in the door of the truck until Paul gave a cough and I leapt in. My eyes glanced at him; he was looking at me but not at my face, at my legs. His eyes went wide and his cheeks blushed pink, the way I looked when I saw him topless. My stomach gave a flip and my skin ran in goose bumps, he saw me looking and gave another cough before focusing on the drive.
It was five minutes before I could think of anything to say. "Why is Embry in there?" I looked over at Paul, one arm was hanging lazily out of his window while the other loosely stirred the wheel of his big truck. I didn't understand why these guys all drove trucks, it was annoying actually but Paul's was different to the others, it was the same but it was different to me. I liked his truck.
"I don't know, I went to pick him up but he was adamant he was going with Quil, Seth was supposed to come with us as well but I went to pick him up and found him scrubbing his moms kitchen floor, probably found him watching porn again"
"Again?" I blurted out and he gave a chuckle as my cheeks brightened. Seth was like a baby, he couldn't watch porn.
"Hell yeah, the kids a freak" Paul chuckled some more and I relaxed into the leather material of his seats; they were always cold but comfortable. "So what were you and brother dearest arguing about?" He shifted in his seat and his eyes danced between me and the road, a serious look hanging on his face.
"How did you know we fought?"
"Emily came storming out all pissy and pregnant and then you came out looking smug as hell and Sam was looking at you like he wanted to kill you" Paul listed off and I gave a small smile, I guess we made it obvious. We didn't fight all the time, most of the time he was ok he just got bitchy in certain situations.
"It wasn't a fight; we were just both being stubborn"
"Sam and you stubborn? No way" Paul cried out sarcastically and I giggled again before nodding at him. "What did you do?"
"Wore my shorts that are apparently too short and it obviously meant you and the others couldn't possibly keep your hands off me whilst in Port Angeles, who knows what runs through Sam's head. I think he thinks I'm some gorgeous model all the guys want, I have no idea" I shrugged it off and Paul went quiet, his eyes glanced at my legs again and he flushed pink while his mouth turned into a little smirk.
"Well he wouldn't be wrong"
"About what? My shorts being short? They aren't that short" I lifted my leg to show Paul and his cheeks went redder, his head turning so he was no longer looking at me. Maybe I was repulsive. My heart sunk and I curled up in Sam's jacket, maybe they were short.
"No, about you being gorgeous"
My heart literally stopped at this comment and I looked over at him as my whole body went hot and red. He had said that, he kept saying comments like that but I didn't know why.
"The guys probably do want you; he's just making sure no sick bastard tries anything with his kid sister"
Again he made my body react and I had to hide in my jacket to stop him seeing my blush. The kid comment annoyed me. I wasn't a kid. Paul thought it though, he always had and I think in a way Sam did too. I wasn't though; I was nearly 18, right after graduation at the end of May, two months away.
"I'm not his kid sister, I'm just his sister" I mumbled out and Paul looked at me warily.
"My sister is nearly twenty now and she's still my kid sister, besides you are a child, you're underage"
I didn't know how to respond to Paul and so I focused on the music drumming from the radio. We whizzed through Forks and my eyes hit the road leading to the nursing home his father was in, I hadn't seen him since the other weekend when Paul let me go in.
"How is your dad?" I craned to get a look and I saw the blue building down the road before turning for Paul, he didn't look happy and he sped up sending the car jerking forward.
"He's ok, I've barely seen him this week because of patrols being swapped. I was supposed to go today but I don't think I'll get back in time"
"Why don't you go now?" I said it and Paul looked at me, a frown on his face. I was being serious. "I'm serious, just turn the car around and go see him. He's more important than shirts for a graduation that isn't yours"
"What about your dress?" His frown was easing up and his foot lay off the gas enough for the car to slow to a normal speed. I could make out Jared's car ahead and I knew Sam was watching us.
"It's just a dress, Kim can choose it and Emily knows what size I am"
"Emily will be pissed"
"Then let her be pissed, I would rather see your father than shop with them"
"Really?" He assessed me again and as I smiled and nodded at him his own smile grew. "Thank you" He actually seemed surprised as he said it, maybe he thought I was a massive bitch and me being nice confused him. I had never been a bitch to him though. I wanted to see his dad; I also wanted to see Paul without Sam's glaring eyes. Paul was nicer when he wasn't around the guys, he was more relaxed and I liked him like that.
Paul slowed the car and drove off the road doing a U-turn when no other cars were coming and we both glanced at Jared's car which was stopped at a set of lights, I could easily see Sam's silhouette turning toward us from the back seats.
"Sam's clocked us" Paul groaned and I fished my phone out of my bag and held it up.
"I got it" I smiled and began typing into the phone a message that Sam would never question.
"What are you saying? You're smiling evilly" Paul noted as he sped back toward the road for the home and I grinned wider.
"Forgot my tampons and I'm starting to cramp, we will catch you up" I read out and Paul started laughing even though he was making a disgusted face. No guy liked this talk and I was sure Sam wouldn't question me. Within minutes my phone beeped and I looked at the screen. "TMI, ok" I read out again and Paul looked impressed with me. "I told you, I got it sorted"
"Yeah, I guess you have" He smirked at me again turning onto the road for the home and slowing outside. I typed another message out to Kim, this one telling the truth.
Gone with Paul, don't think I will make it, can you cover for me? - S
She text back instantly-
Gone where? Sam says you have cramp, do you need some pain killers?- K
No cramp, just cover for us and chose a semi nice dress that won't make me look short and fat next to you- S
Ok but Em will flip, have fun I guess- K
"Sorted" I slipped my phone into my bag and hopped out of the car and onto the gravelled parking lot. I saw Paul watching me curiously, a small smile on his mouth as he locked his car and waited for me to step beside him. "What?" I looked over myself pulling my shorts and top down making sure I didn't look like a slut and he gave a laugh.
"You look fine, I was just" He paused and looked at my face, the smile on his own grew a little and he shook his head. "Never mind, let's go in, maybe we could make it for dinner with everyone"
...
"And dad over here decided to pick up a handful of sand and threw it back in this kids face, the mom looked ready to attack but my dad simply said 'oops it slipped'" Paul laughed as he leaned against the window and told a story to me and his father about the time a kid threw sand at Paul's face and made Paul cry, the mom had barely told the child off and so Tommy took it into his own hands. I relaxed against the chair as I laughed and I saw a small smile on Tommy's face, all he could do was smile or grunt, he was really weak and seeing it made my chest ache for him, he looked a kind man. A loving man and he didn't deserve this.
"My mom once kicked a kid for kicking me, when the parent came over to yell at my mom for it my mom kicked her too and told me to run" I added in and this time Paul laughed while shaking his head.
I looked around the room as Paul carried on talking to his father, my eyes found a shelf full of items that weren't snow globes, Paul told me his dad always liked snow globes because it reminded him of his childhood, when everything was simple and perfect. The snow globes represented perfection, everything in that little glass is untouched, un-tampered with and perfect. The globes he had were perfect, each told their own story of a city, place, time and memory but one shelf held something else, a medal in a frame surrounded by crumpled pictures and a few sewn on badges. Military badges. I looked behind me to the two men, Paul was making his father a drink but his father was watching me with interest.
"You were in the military" I stated and his head did the tiniest jerk, Paul turned to look at me now and he nodded as well. I had forgot Paul had mentioned the military at the beach last weekend.
"Dad was in the U.S Army, he retired a month before he got ill" Paul spoke lowly as he handed the cup of tea and a straw to his father whose hands barely moved to grip it, Paul had to do it and I watched until Paul stopped and walked over to me. His hot body shadowing mine and filling me with a heat I had never felt, my skin was hot from his but my insides were hot from the close proximity in which he was stood. I could feel his body brushing my back and every nerve in my body exploded sending out waves of tingles and blushes. I focused as best I could on the medal and Paul's arm came up around my face, his thick index finger brushing over the frame wiping away the dust that had collected there.
"Medal of bravery, dad was deployed to the Middle East and their camp came under attack, everyone got out but as dad was leaving he saw one of the young guys trapped and the enemy was shooting at him. Dad was told to leave him, it was too risky but he couldn't, he ran back head first into the gun fire and pulled the kid out, saved his life and got shot in the process. The kid he saved had a new wife and week old baby at home; if he had died then their family would have been broken before it had even started"
"That's amazing" I breathed and Paul came closer, his full hand wiping the dust away from the frame.
"Yeah, like I said last week, he was a strong man once. He retired later than he was supposed to and less than a month into it he gets sick"
"It's not fair"
"No" He breathed out and his breath hit the back of my shoulder sending more furious tingles and heat through me. I couldn't handle being this close to him, he was causing eruptions within me that I couldn't explain. "But he had a good life, he was away a lot but he rang and wrote when he could. We never felt like he wasn't around, he met my mom whilst training and they got married the same summer, she was due to retire at the same time so they could finally be together properly but"
"She couldn't" I finished and I felt him nod, she had to work to pay the extra bills. It wasn't fair. I looked over the pictures that were old and stained, a woman and two children stood in one of them and the other was the two children but older. Paul, he was a cute child with chubby cheeks and messy hair, no front teeth in sight as he grinned at the camera. The second picture was of him in his early teens, he was cuddling a small girl to him.
"My sister, dad always carried them with him. Awful picture" Paul reached for his early teen photo and went to fold it over but I hit my hand up and grabbed his huge wrist stopping him.
"It's nice, you look happy" I whispered and every hair on my arm stood up as I felt his arm muscles flex beneath my hand.
"I was, it was probably the last time we were actually together, as a whole family and happy"
"Then you should treasure the photo not turn it over, I like it when you're happy" I looked around at him and found his face not far from mine, his eyes burning into my eyes as we looked at one another. He was close, too close; I could smell his woodsy scent and feel his muscles against my back. I liked it, which was the strangest thing because it should feel uncomfortable but it didn't, it felt nice. His eyes moved to look at my lips and my mouth went dry, this felt familiar. We had been in this situation when Sam caught us.
I stared up at him, my hand still clutching his arm and his eyes still dancing between my lips and my eyes, I couldn't hear a thing around us, I wasn't aware of anything but him. It was like the room melted away and he was the only person in here but he wasn't. A small cough behind us made me jump away from him and we both turned to see a small nurse's assistant entering with her cart of lunch for his dad. My eyes fondled with the room until I met his father's stare and I saw that he had been watching us, interest lay in his eyes and as he saw me looked back his mouth twitched in his slow version of a smile. I blushed again, we had done that in front of his dad, and we probably looked like idiots. I don't even know what just happened.
"I have lunch for you Tommy" The young woman smiled nervously as she turned to the man in the chair and Paul hovered on his spot, I could tell he was watching me but I couldn't bring myself to look back at him. The nurse left the food and went, obviously thinking we were here to feed it to him but Paul didn't move. Tommy was eyeing the food up obviously hungry and so I walked forward, taking the cutlery I began cutting it up and sat back in the chair beside the old man as I slowly offered it to him, receiving small grunts of approval as he ate it. He was a sweet man, every bone in my body ached for him and I just wanted him to be able to communicate with his son but he couldn't, every time I thought about it I felt like crying and as I sat here feeding him is baked potato I felt my eyes well up again.
I was a wimp with things like this, I couldn't bear to see my mom in this state, I knew she would have been had she survived the crash. She would have been broken, her body wouldn't have been able to move like Tommy's and as I thought it over I realised Paul's words last week were true, I would prefer my mother dead than like this. I felt awful for thinking it but it hurt more like this, he was suffering and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
"You have chocolate pudding or fruit pudding" I offered as he polished off his potato and I waited for his eyes to show me which one. His whole body jerked as he looked at the chocolate one and I saw the excitement he held. "Fruit it is then" I teased and grabbed the fruit one but he gave a light grunt. "Are you sure you don't want the fruit one Mr Lahote, it's probably really nice" I held the pot up and wiggled the lumpy pudding around and he managed to crinkle his nose at me.
"If you're sure, I guess the chocolate one will do" I put the fruit one back and grabbed chocolate, the man's mouth opened readily for it and he took it all down within three spoonfuls. "You like chocolate obviously"
"He's addicted to chocolate, he has a drawer of candy bars over there that if he was able to he would eat a hundred in one go" Paul's voice finally offered sound after twenty minutes of silence and I turned to look at him, he was smiling at us.
"I'm the same; I have a total sweet tooth. My favourite is probably Reeses peanut buttercups" I whistled out and the man's eyes lit up and glanced at his son behind me. I turned to look at Paul, he looked startled.
"What?" I asked and he shrugged at me.
"Nothing, I umm I just I should probably go check if he needs any medication" Paul turned and walked for the room but his shadow lingered on the other side of the door, he wasn't moving he was just stood outside.
"You're son is strange sometimes" I whispered and the man in the chair blinked rapidly at me. I wish I could hear him, understand what he wanted or even just have him make a sign that he was ok. He did nothing, he just sat there.
Another ten minutes ticked by and Paul returned, my phone by this point had began buzzing as Emily became aware we were not turning up any time soon. We were well over two hours late, even if we left now we would be another hour.
"We should go" Paul spoke as if hearing my thoughts and I nodded at him, Emily would be pissed. He leant down over his dad and kissed his cheek. "See ya later dad, love you" He flicked the TV on before walking away and I walked to his dad, I wasn't sure what to do so I brushed my hand over his and gave him a smile.
"It was good seeing you sir, hopefully I will see you again?" It came out as a question and the mans eyes fell to where Paul was stood. I followed his gaze and saw Paul staring again, this time his face wore a serious look but as I met his eyes he smiled.
"She will be back next week" He offered his father before turning and walking from the room, I followed with a smile on my face.
...
We hadn't made it for dinner, by the time we left the home I had ten messages from Emily, ten from Sam, three from Kim informing me of how much trouble I was in and a further ten missed calls from the guys all leaving voicemails either warning me not to go home or it was Sam telling me to get home. I decided to listen to the guys and Paul quickly snuck me back to get my school work and got me back out just as Sam got home with Emily. I wasn't ready for another argument, Sam was so grumpy lately especially if it involved Paul.
"How did you get so smart?" I huffed dropping my pen to the floor and leaning my head against the cushion of the couch behind us. Paul leant back too, both of us staring at the fire place in front of our places on the floor. He had brought me to his house and helped me with my homework, he was a lot more patient than I first imagined him to be.
"I listened at school instead of spending my lessons tormenting Quil"
I glanced at the guy beside me, he was smirking. "Quil is too easy to torment, I do listen sometimes I just get easily distracted"
"Were you really a good boy at school? I can't imagine you not being a trouble maker" I carried on watching Paul and he let out a little laugh at my words before looking back at me and shaking his head.
"I was not a trouble maker, I wasn't the teacher's pet but I wasn't in trouble all the time. I was too scared my dad would beat my ass if I got into trouble but there were times I would break my good boy rep" He was smiling as he rolled his head back to the fireplace and I found the family pictures that lay there, one of his dad stood out to me and I focused on the huge guy he had once been. I probably would have been scared of getting on his wrong side too.
"You're dad wouldn't beat you"
Paul rose an eyebrow at me, his am lifted so that I could see just above his elbow and he pointed to a jagged white scar that shone out against his skin. "My dad threw his screwdriver at me when I was twelve because I answered my mom back, she was telling me off for something Sam and I had done and I mouthed off at her and the next thing I know a screwdriver slit across my arm. My dad's a gentle guy but you get on his bad side and he wipes you out" Paul chuckled, the sound and his words caused me to giggle to as I shook my head.
"I can't imagine Sam getting into trouble, he's too serious and mature"
"Too anal more like" Paul sniped out but as he saw me looking at him and gave a sheepish grin, the two of them had serious problems at the minute. "Nahh he wasn't always that way, he had fun once upon a time"
"When did he change?"
"When we all did" Paul sighed and his body slouched backwards again. "We all changed I guess, the wolf issue makes you change. It's not just yourself you are responsible for anymore but the whole pack, the girls, the tribe, everyone. You have to protect everyone around you, it's a tough thing to get your head around at the best of times but Sam is the alpha, he's in charge of everything and if something happens then it's on his head. When he phased it was a little while before me, we stopped talking because I didn't understand what was happening with him and that's when I noticed him mature, he barely laughed or smiled. It got better when I phased, he was almost how he used to be but he still isn't the same, it's like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders and he can't relax" He paused and looked across at me, he seemed sad again. "I guess we all feel like that sometimes though, there is a lot riding on us especially the last few years we have had nothing but vampire problems, it's only just settling down. But once, a few years ago, Sam was a normal kid getting into trouble, sneaking out at all hours of the night to see Leah, if his mom went away he threw house parties that ended up with one of us puking in the bathroom sink"
"Nice" I chirped and Paul gave a proud smile, I had a sneaky suspicion the one of them puking was him.
"There was one time his mom went away with her sister for a girls weekend, we were sixteen and she said I could stay over with him because she didn't want Leah over in case Leah got pregnant or something, anyway we threw a party and we got so wasted I woke up the next morning and I couldn't find Sam, it took me five hours to track him down"
"Where was he?"
"Curled up in the cupboard under the stairs with a felt tip lightening scar on his forehead and permanent marker glasses, he had been pretending to be Harry Potter all night; he even had a stick for a wand"
I started laughing at that, I couldn't imagine Sam ever being that carefree and funny. Sam was serious; he barely ever told a joke.
"His mom came home to the house trashed and her son scrubbing marker from his face while I sat there finishing off her stash of whiskey, she was pissed. She threw me out, actually no she banned me from their house and rang my mom to tell her it had all been my fault when it was actually Sam's idea. I got him back though at school, I was a pro at photo shop so I cropped his face onto the body of a naked man and printed hundreds of copies off and slipped them into girls lockers and under the staff room door with his cell number on the back, he got suspended for two days and his mom went crazy at him so crazy he had to stay at my house for a few nights to escape her slipper throwing"
I laughed again, my stomach began cramping from my giggles and Paul started chuckling a long with me. I couldn't imagine Paul or Sam being that playful, they were both pretty serious guys now. "I really shouldn't be picturing that" I giggled out as the image of a naked porn star Sam flickered through me, so gross.
"I still have a copy of that photo somewhere"
"I do not want to see it" I grabbed his arm as he made a movement to get up and he slippd back down, his eyes falling on my hand that didn't move from his forearm. I lingered too long, the touch of his skin was too soothing beneath mine but as his stare hit my face I dropped him, my giggles fading as I caught hold of my breathing.
"What about you?" He choked out, his voice was a little stiff and his eyes were still following my hand. "You seem like the perfect student to me, I bet you've never been in trouble"
I gave a little laugh as my memories of Chicago hit me and Paul jerked his head back giving me a look of interest. I could be trouble when I wanted to be. I had plenty of memories of me being in trouble.
"Am I wrong?" He questioned and I shrugged, I wasn't that bad.
"No, I was the model student and daughter, how could you think anything less of me?" I toyed and he gave a smile obviously realising I was joking. I wasn't bad, I just had a streak to me. I could be a shit when I wanted to be.
"Sure, sure" He nodded at me and leaned forward picking up the TV remote and flicked the on button, the quiet room filled with low music and I turned to the screen to see a horror playing, blood and gore filled my eye sight and I winced at it. I hated scary films.
I focused on anything but the TV, Paul hadn't noticed my discomfort yet but I wasn't about to say anything. My scanning of the room found a guitar shuffled away in the corner and I sat upright trying to see it better. "Are you playing again then?" I asked and Paul followed my gaze, I was sure that hadn't been here the last time I was here.
"Trying, I've had a few ideas, nothing great"
"Well if you fail at getting a job as a rocket scientist you could always be a singer, you are good enough and the teen girls would go crazy over you" I knelt up to my knees and Paul's head snapped around to look at me, my cheeks blushed as I realised how I sounded and my heart began thudding.
"Not a rocket scientist" He piped up first but I could tell he wasn't finished. "You haven't heard me sing and I'm not interested in teen girls going crazy over me" He didn't smile, he held his serious expression as he took me in and I felt like he was reading me as I sat there vulnerable to him.
"I've heard you play though and it was good, I would like to hear you sing"
"I would like to see you dance"
"You've already seen me dance" I piped up and narrowed my eyes at him, he already had one up on me.
"On a little screen it's not the same, have you tried to dance recently or is your body still not working?" He cocked a brow at me clearly amused by the choice of words I use to describe my inability to dance. My body did work, I was over reacting. I could dance still it was just that I hadn't wanted to, no song had got me to be all crazy and spin around in circles for months. I was waiting for the right song to hit me.
"I need a song to dance to, maybe you could write one for me" My voice went quiet, my confidence feigning but Paul's lips twitched into a smile and he lay his head back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling before letting out a long sigh.
"Maybe, but only if you stop calling me a rocket scientist"
I stared at him, scrunching my nose and pursing my lips as if thinking about the deal. "Hmmm that's a tough one but ok, it has to be a good song though" He nodded, his eyes dropping mine and falling to his lap, he seemed sad again. I wanted to reach out to him but I didn't, I couldn't. I wasn't sure where our relationship was at; if we were close enough for close contact.
"Maybe it could be my birthday present" I piped up as the silence grew too much.
"Your birthday?"
"Yep, I'm eighteen in three weeks, the weekend after I break free from school. Maybe you could sing for me then" I smiled hopefully and Paul's serious face twitched, a glimmer of a smile in his eyes.
"You want a song for your birthday? Nothing else? No jewellery or a car"
"I'm pretty simple to please, last year my mom bought me a DVD and some peanut buttercups, we had a girls night and it was probably one of the best birthdays I've had since my paddling pool party when I was nine. My birthdays usually consist of me, cake, Kerry and Kyle and lots of food. If I can't have them then a song would do, you have to sing it though. I want to hear you sing" I went on and the more I talked the more confused Paul looked, I almost felt like he was expecting me to say I wanted a vacation for my birthday or designer shoes.
"Oh, well if you're lucky. Really, just a DVD and candy?" He double took me again and I nodded. I was easy to please. He watched me again as I sipped my drink, I still felt like he didn't understand who I was, I think he still thought of me as a rich kid but he saw me, he kind of new me. Surely he knew I wasn't like that.
He looked back at the TV and I followed, the conversation wasn't leading anywhere else and so I got comfortable and focused on the screaming now erupting from the screen making my skin crawl. I hated these films. I sat in silence, Paul hadn't noticed or if he had he wasn't doing anything about the fact I was squirming like a child. The quiet house was taken over by the screaming and pleading on the screen, I had no idea what film it was but the guys body was being ripped apart and I literally jumped and squealed as a man in a dodgy clowns mask came on screen, his low husky voice asking if they wanted to play a game. I don't think the person wanted to and neither did I. I shot my head down towards the sofa but I made contact with a body, Paul's shoulder. I was closer than I thought I had been, obviously I shuffled closer as we watched the film and I was now buried against his shoulder while his body fell deadly still.
"What the hell is that?" I squeaked pushing my face further against his body as the voice carried on and new screams came from another girl on the screen. The stiff body beneath me moved and I felt Paul's head turn, his chin hitting my scalp as he talked.
"Its jigsaw, you must have seen or at least heard of the Saw movies?" He asked and I shook my head frantically, I avoided horror films at all costs. "Oh, shit" His shoulder slumped and I felt a hand smoothing over my hair, his hand. My body took its turn to freeze and the frightened breathes leaving me halted. He was touching me.
"Sorry, I forgot you don't like scary films" His voice dropped and his hand halted as he reached the top of my neck, the pad of his fingers brushed over bare skin and my body erupted in a wave of shingles. His touch was able to stir so many things against my body it made me momentarily lose focus and I glanced up at him.
"It's ok, I can man up" I turned facing the screen; the woman who had screamed was currently being ripped into two. "Holy crap no I can't" I shoved my face back against his should and his hovering hand slid across my head again before dropping, his body moved forward and the screaming from the TV switched to cheers, game show cheers.
"Sorry, my bad" He sat back again and I looked up, the TV was showing a late night game show and I relaxed a little.
"Who even thinks of those films?" My chest was heaving with my breaths, I really freaked over scary films. I peered up at Paul, my face was closer than I had anticipated to his and I found him staring down at me, his eyes darting from mine to my lips which grew dry in the passing seconds. I flicked my tongue out attempting to wet them but the action made his body go rigid and his top teeth bit down on his bottom lip, the simple action made my stomach twist uncomfortably and I had the urge to take his face in my hands and kiss him but I didn't. He didn't like me like that.
"Are they even allowed to show them before nine?" I whispered trying to break this silent trance we were in but he stared harder at me, it was like he was fighting with himself, trying to decide on what to do.
"It's eleven, I think they can show whatever they like" He whispered back, his eyes not blinking as he took me in. I could smell him, his scent. It was making me go light headed, it was a smell I wanted to smell every day for the rest of my life.
"Oh" I squeaked out but I couldn't get anything else out because he was moving toward me, it was happening so slowly that I had time to pull back but I didn't, instead I moved forward and let our lips touch. My body ignited in a fire so hot it made my stomach flip continuously and my skin raged in a flaming red. Then his lips moved and mine shadowed the movements, he wasn't simply kissing me, he was actually kissing me. His body twisted around attempting to get closer and I moved myself willingly toward his lap, I perched on my knees and I was taller than him in his position, I kept letting his lips roam mine and as a groan left his throat his hands moved up, gripping my waist as the fire ran through me. I wanted more of him, he tasted amazing, he smelt amazing. I wanted to roam but as his tongue hit my lip he stopped, his body went hard and his hands holding my hips tightened. He pulled back quickly, his eyes flying over my face obviously seeing the flushed red colour that lay there, his held it too.
Oh shit. I just kissed Paul, my brothers best friend. How did we even get to this moment? I stared back at him, the fire within me still raging. It felt so wrong but so right, I knew it shouldn't have happened, he was my brother's friend. My brother would go mental but I wanted more, I wanted to taste him again.
"Sorry" He let me go, his body shuffling backwards and his eyes dropping their contact with mine. I couldn't speak, I couldn't think properly and I couldn't move. How had that just happened? What happened?
"Sam is outside" He spoke again this time his voice more rigid and my heart dropped horribly. I would be in so much trouble. I slowly stood up, trying to ignore how awkward the guy beside me had gone but I couldn't. I didn't have a clue what had just happened.
"Thanks for the help" I whispered as I grabbed my things and slipped my shoes on, Paul just nodded at me but he refused to look me in the face. I had no idea what was going on, he kissed me and now he won't look at me. Maybe it was because to him I was still a child, maybe he had made a mistake. I chose not to look at him again, it made my stomach swirl in confusion each time I did and so I simply took my stuff and left, the door slammed behind me as I walked into the cool night and my body shook with unfamiliar feelings as I climbed into the truck, I wanted to curl up and be alone but Sam had other ideas.
"Savannah Uley, you are so grounded. Two weeks, you go to school with Kim, you come home with Embry, you study, you eat and you sleep. You don't get to go running off with Paul any more and you don't get to use your phone, are you even listening to me?" Sam started ranting as I got into his truck, I nodded but I wasn't caring for his words. I was too focused on what the hell was happening with my body and the guy behind the shut front door. "I had no idea where you were, neither of you answered your phones. For all I know you could have crashed, you can't keep doing this Sav" He kept on while I sunk against the seat, my finger tracing where Paul had pressed his lips to me.
I wasn't sure, maybe I was wrong but I think I was beginning to get too attached to Paul.
