"Par, its yer dad." Jacob returned to the room, motioning behind him. Paris sighed, as Adam entered the room. "What do you want?" She snarled, tugging impatiently at a clip. The older male simply gazed at her, a ghost of a smile playing with his lips. "Paris, can I talk to you in private?"

Jacob glanced between the two, and seeing Paris not making the slightest sign of moving, nodded and walked towards the door. "Ill be in my room, Pari." The female nodded, watching, with a wild cat's stalking eyes, Adam as he pulled a chair across from her bed and sat.

"Paris, I really need to talk to you..." She shrugged, picking up a brush and running it through blonde locks. Adam sighed. "Paris, why do you hate me so much? All I've ever tried to do is look out for you. You're my baby."

Paris was silent for a moment, the minute seeming to be hours to Adam. "Dad... Im not a little girl.. I can take care of myself.." The brush fell from her hand, while she drew her legs close to her body.

"I.. Paris... Its just hard not to worry about you. I know Dakota thinks you're more than capable of taking care of yourself... I guess thats the one thing your mother and I can't agree on." Adam flashed a slight smile. "I'll lay off, kk?"

"Yeah, thanks dad." Paris grinned, falling into her fathers embrace.