I'm sorry this has taken a while, but at least it's a longer chapter. As usual, all rights to SM and none to me and blah blah blah.
So, this chapter references ADHD. Who here is neurodivergent? *Points to self* Raise your - Look! A Squirrel. Now that we've covered that little detail, let me just let you guys know that this is a WIP for a reason- we'll get there as soon as my brain can figure out these ten terrible dates - and how Paul is going to win Bella over.
Stick with me. We'll get there. xo Also, for the sake of my sanity and the drive to keep writing - Leave some reviews. LBVS.


(Paul POV)


As he climbed into the truck, Paul pulled out his cell phone.

Bella: Wear shoes.

Wear shoes? Did she think he would run through this fucking storm as Jacob would do? Paul laughed out loud as he fired the ignition. No fucking way. Jacob might be a dumbass like that, but I'm not.

Paul waited behind four other vehicles as emergency crews cleared tree limbs and downed power lines from the road. He texted Bella about the delay and groaned at her response.

That's okay. Can't really move from where I'm at anyway. Paul immediately pictured her lying half-naked on Jacob's couch and groaned again. He still needed to get laid, and how.

As the rain slacked off a bit, Paul stepped out of his truck into view of the workmen.

"Hey," he yelled, waving his arms to gain attention over hollering men and a buzzing chainsaw. "Do you guys need another hand? I can help haul those limbs out of the way!"

The police officer controlling traffic made his way toward Paul, pointing at his truck. "Sir, you need to return to your vehicle."

"Excuse me. I'm offering assistance," Paul said and blatantly turned his attention to the crew workers discussing the possibility as they looked around.

"I think you should allow the professionals to do their job," the policeman quipped.

Paul recognized the man from Forks and assumed he had been sent by Charlie to assist. He said, "Dude, I respect what you do, and thanks for helping with this situation, but you don't have jurisdiction on the Rez. If they don't want help, I'll get back in my truck.

"What's your name and birthdate, son?" The officer raised his walkie, waiting for Paul to answer.

Paul laughed outright as Charlie's voice came through the speaker, calling for a patrol car somewhere else. The emergency crew waved him over, and Paul gestured toward them. He began to step away, and the policeman laid his hand on Paul's shoulder.

Paul said, "Hit your walkie, and ask for Charlie Swan."

He blanched and glared at Paul curiously before pressing a button. "Chief Swan, come in."

Charlie's voice crackled through the speaker as he said, "Swan." It squelched, and Paul grinned as he visualized Charlie fumbling around with shit at the station. One good thing about Paul's arrangement with Charlie was that they had gotten to be pals, in a way. Charlie was an only child raised by much older parents that died while he was still young. He understood Paul's anger better than anyone knew.

"Let me talk to him," Paul said and snickered. The officer sighed and chuckled, holding his radio toward Paul. Paul said, "Charlie, will you tell your deputy to get off my ass so I can help clear the fucking road?"

"PAUL?" Irritation was evident in Charlie's voice as he warned, "Don't start trouble."

Paul nodded toward the radio for the policeman to press the button again. He said, "Bella texted me needing help with something, and she's alone at the house. I'm just trying to get there faster."

"What's wrong with Bells? Is she hurt? Why the hell is she asking for you?"

"I honestly don't know, Sir, but I'll find out faster if your deputy lets me help move this fucking tree out of the road."

"Well, move your ass," Charlie grumbled. "Call me if something is wrong." The radio went silent, and the deputy laughed outright before returning to his car.

Paul chuckled to himself as he hurried to take direction from the crew, wondering if Charlie knew he had taken Bella out yet.

When most of the debris was removed, Paul began to worry, hoping she was alright. He seriously considered ditching his task and the truck to run.

Knock it off, Lahote. You are acting like Jacob. Baby Alpha moves as if every situation is a race, and worrying gives him a head start. How the hell did he keep his trap shut about Bella for years? Now that he thought about it, Paul had behaved rather Jacob-like lately. Before meeting Bella, that same encounter with the cop would have landed him in handcuffs after a poorly timed Barney Fife joke. Hell, he called Charlie Sir. Paul didn't give a damn about that propriety shit.

Blegh. Maybe Jacob accidentally alpha ordered me to be nicer when he threatened me. Shit. We're going to have to talk about this. It wasn't that Paul necessarily enjoyed being an asshole, even if it was a fun time when he felt like rising to the occasion. He was rather proud of his blunt truths and sharp retorts regardless of who they offended aside from Billy.

Lahote, you just might be slightly Narcissistic. Might wanna work on that.

Lightning lit up the sky as Paul finally climbed back into his truck. He felt sorry for the emergency crew as a couple cringed from the resounding strike, knowing they would only be heading to clean up another mess. He wondered if Bella was alright and texted her again.

After setting his phone on the seat next to him, Paul sighed to himself in aggravation. Does falling for someone turn everyone into a fucking wuss? I'm so good without.

It was another few minutes before he could pass through the roadblock. He finally pulled into the Black's driveway, looking for signs of life in the pitch-black house. His phone lit up with a message from Bella.

Back door, please? And shut it when you come in?

Paul rolled his eyes before darting through the rain around the side of the house.

Holy shit. As suspected, the back door was wide open. Water and glass covered the back entryway and kitchen floor. "Where are ya, sweet cheeks?"

She giggled nervously. "In here! The spare bedroom."

Paul shut the back door and turned the deadbolt to reinforce it. His boots crunched loudly over the glass as he made his way across the kitchen. Bella sat on the bed and cradled her foot in a towel. The scent of blood brought an instant rumble from his chest as his wolf snarled protectively. Rougher than he intended, he snapped, "What happened?"

She winced at the edge in his voice and looked away guiltily. "I'm sorry for the trouble. The storm threw the door open, and glass went everywhere. I tried to get to my shoes to clean up the mess, but some glass got into my room. I can't see a damn thing in here." She turned on the tiny flashlight, and the light sputtered before going out altogether. Bella sighed and threw it across the room.

"Well, it's a good thing I can see everything just fine," Paul said as he relaxed somewhat. "Look, don't be sorry. The wolf got all pissy because you were hurt. I'm not mad, though, okay?"

"Thanks," Bella nodded, still not looking at him.

Paul asked, "Where is your first aid kit around here?"

"Bathroom cabinet."

Paul walked back to the bathroom and quickly found the kit. He washed his hands thoroughly before going back to the bedroom. Bella held her hand out, expecting to bandage her foot herself. Paul held it back and smirked as he knelt in front of her. He opened the kit and took out a wet wipe to clean the blood off of her foot. "Turn on the light on your phone," Paul instructed. "Shine it on your heel so I can be sure all the glass is out."

Bella did as he asked, keeping her eyes trained on Paul rather than the wound. Paul ignored her stare as he checked her foot for glass. Finding none, he put some iodine on gauze before carefully wrapping it against the wound with roll gauze and an ace bandage. Paul slid his thumb along the top of her ankle when finished, and she shivered. He reminded himself to not overthink such a simple reaction as he cleaned up the bandage packaging mess he had made.

Fuck. What are you Lahote, a fucking twelve-year-old puritan? Getting hot and bothered by a goddamn ankle. What is wrong with you? The thought had him glancing back toward her as she looked over his wrapping job.

"I would put a well-fitting sock around that," he said. "It will help hold the bandage in place."

Bella asked, "How did you know how to wrap it like that?"

"Well, I'm a wolf, Bella. Plus, I was a rough and tumble kid. I have been injured plenty," Paul explained. "Plus, I dated a nurse once, and she let me play Doctor."

Bella laughed as she hobbled to the dresser and carefully pulled out a pair of socks. She reached for her shoes, and Paul said, "What are you doing? No, no, no. You're staying right here." Bella squealed as he picked her up and deposited her on the bed.

She protested, "I have to get that shit cleaned up before the water ruins the floor, Paul!"

"Talk to me from here, then. You're staying off that foot. I'm no stranger to cleaning up a mess." Paul snagged her bloody towel and tossed it into the hamper.

Needing some kind of noise to fill the space, Paul asked, "What have you been up to, Bella?" Where did I just see that broom?

"Work, Jacob, and Charlie. The usual," Bella said.

"Besides that," Paul said. "Made any new friends besides me lately?" Paul grinned as her nervous laughter floated from the dark bedroom.

"Um, no. No, I haven't," Bella said. "I do plan to meet more people, though. I really should apologize. I just... I don't think I'm ready for a relationship or anything. I would like to go on some dates and such, but ... c-casually, I guess."

Wait. Dates with me, or with a bunch of people?

Her following words answered his question as she said, "Have you ever used dating apps?"

Ouch. Gotcha. "Uh, no. I have never really used anything like that," Paul admitted. He had never had the need, though he knew plenty about dating casually.

Over the next ten minutes, Paul used a mop to push all of the water and glass to one space, wringing out water into a bucket as he did so. He carefully gathered the glass into a dustpan with damp paper towels and threw it in the trash. Paul then went over the entire floor and entryway walls with cloth towels, reassuring every surface was dry.

The entryway wall had seen most of the abuse, bowing out slightly. There was no fan to put on it, and the house was as humid as hell. Paul sighed, knowing he and Sam would get asked to fix it. He ran his hand over the light yellow wall, noting where Sam missed the nail last time.

"Paul? Is everything okay out there?"

He had told her to talk to him, but she had remained entirely silent while he worked in the pitch-black kitchen. Were it not for the steady beat of her heart and quiet breathing, he would have forgotten she was there.

Absently he called back, "It's fine. I'm just figuring out what Sam and I will need to fix this wall again."

Bella asked, "What do you mean?"

Paul walked toward the bedroom and leaned in the doorway. "The door does this sometimes. I put that deadbolt in for Billy two years ago because of the storms."

"Oh." Bella grinned up at him, and he could tell her eyes had finally adjusted to the dark. "Well, look at you. Jack of all trades."

Paul scoffed and teased, "Friendly neighborhood handyman at your service, ma'am."

The room lit up as lightning struck nearby, and Bella shrieked as she jumped and then cringed away from the resounding boom. "I hate them," she grumbled.

Paul teased, "What? You hate storms? You wrestle Jacob, ride motorcycles, hang out with shifters, and you're afraid of storms?"

"Yes," she hissed out quietly. "I'll never get back to sleep tonight."

Paul bit back a laugh as he watched her, noting that she had somehow changed her clothes while he cleaned up the mess. Her curly hair was piled up on her head. Paul blatantly looked over her figure, covered yet somehow perfectly displayed. Bella wore a tiny pair of pink, threadbare shorts. They hugged her puss so tight that Paul could see her barely-there landing strip through them, and he damn near cupped himself. Her crudely cropped-off tank top only reached the bottom of her ribs and looked torn rather than cut.

Bella blushed under his gaze as she sat cross-legged on her bed. Beads of sweat coated her forehead and shoulders from the heat. He watched as a drop of sweat rolled down her arm, and Bella patted the space next to her, beckoning him closer.

Damn, she's beautiful. Paul fought back a groan as he sat down on the bed next to her and wondered when he had decided to move. Bella was like a magnet, pulling him in without even trying. Paul had never wanted to bury his dick in and simultaneously protect someone this badly in his fucking life.

How the hell could she be Jacob's imprint? What kind of twisted shit were the ancestors thinking when they pushed for this crap? Paul's wolf snarled in agreement, wanting him to move closer. The wolf's instincts validated what Paul had known since she had stood under his arm at the bar. Bella was supposed to be his mate, even if she didn't know it yet.

Now all Paul had to do was figure out how to convince her of that, too.


(Bella POV)


Paul sat next to her on the bed, openly and silently staring at her. Bella said, "You probably think I'm pretty fucking incompetent right now, huh?"

Paul shook his head and frowned at her. "Why the hell would you think that?" His defensive response surprised her. "The door thing? Don't worry about it. It's happened to Jake like ten times."

"I don't know," Bella said, fighting the waves of self-consciousness that flooded her in spades. Okay, so Paul didn't think she had fucked up, but she sure did.

"Why are you so hard on yourself?"

Bella gaped up at Paul, surprised by the question. She was hard on herself, but only Jacob ever called her out on it. The truth was that she had never fully healed mentally. Time did not matter. The distance did not matter. When an already broken mind is told it is not good enough, the fear it is the truth remains. When someone says you are unloveable, the pain of those words is seared into the brain.

For six months after Edward left her, his callus words had practically become her mantra. Now it was as if they were forever tattooed in the forefront of her mind. Bella tried her best to hide it, push through the anxiety, and be confident - Bold, even. Jacob made her feel strong again, but she had clung to him like a life preserver for far too long. Paul and Jacob were too alike in many ways, and she feared it would only make Paul another crutch for her. It wouldn't be fair to either of them. Still, he stared at her again as if he was trying to memorize her face, and she couldn't help but do the same.

"What are you thinking about?" His words were strained, and he cleared his throat before chuckling self-consciously.

"Ern … lots of shit," Bella said, flustered. Her emotions were in turmoil, and it was hard to concentrate. Bella played with the edge of her blanket absently, trying to gather her thoughts.

Paul smiled as if he was suddenly in on a secret and sighed. "Scoot over."

"Huh?" Bella looked up at him in surprise.

Paul moved to lay down next to her on the other side of her bed and froze before backtracking. "Uh, never mind," he said. "I probably should not have sat. My clothes are pretty fucking filthy at the moment."

"You can take them off," Bella said, and Paul guffawed. "Seriously, I'm half-assed naked over here because it is hot, and I know most of the wolves pretty much live in shorts. I've seen you in nothing but shorts already, so it doesn't matter. It's too damn dark to see much here, anyway."

Paul grinned over at her and yanked off his shirt. Appearing every bit the Paul she had always heard about, he teased, "Trust me, beautiful. If I got naked, you would see it." Bella was grateful for the lack of light as she blushed furiously and laughed.

Paul laid the shirt over the edge of her hamper and untied his boots. He pulled his jeans off quickly, and she cackled as his basketball shorts were revealed underneath.

He playfully snapped, "What?" Bella shook her head as he laid down on his back with his hands behind his head. "I was asleep when you called and just yanked on clothes over my shorts, okay?"

Bella giggled and said, "I'm not judging." Her laughter felt good as she finally began to relax. "Thank you again."

"Don't even mention it," Paul said. "You never know. Maybe I'll get hurt one day, and you can repay the favor."

"Deal," she said, grinning down at him.

"Come on," Paul said playfully. "Lay down by me." The wide-eyed suspicious expression on her face made him laugh. "I won't try anything. I swear. Come on," Paul said and nodded toward her side of the bed. Bella hesitated for a moment before laying on her back next to him.

When she settled, Paul asked, "So how have you been, Bella?"

She scoffed. "Okay, I suppose. I have been sort of sticking to myself. I've had a lot on my mind."

"I do that, too," Paul said. "Isolate when I'm dealing with something mentally. I have to, though. The pack mind can get loud, so my wolf form isn't always the relief it should be. The guys don't know it because I'm a pretty loud thinker, apparently … but I keep a lot of shit to myself."

"I don't know how you guys do it," Bella admitted. "I couldn't imagine not being able to control who knew what I thought and felt. My brain gets so clustered with thoughts, just a million things at once, that sometimes I just ... freeze. My anxiety is off the charts sometimes. I would drive you all insane, and I would be absolutely useless in a fight."

Paul turned on his side to look at her. "Have you ever talked to a doctor about possibly having ADHD?"

"Huh?" Bella frowned as she turned to face him as well. "No. Should I?"

"Maybe," Paul said. "I have a friend who has ADHD, and he talks about his thoughts the same way. He has trouble sleeping at night, and he gets more things done when he has company. He has got certain little quirks, too. Like, OCD? When he gets overwhelmed, he goes silent. He says it is like his brain shuts down. He can't gather his thoughts or emotions and needs time to process his feelings before he can deal with things. He will overthink a situation a hundred times before he can make a decision... Unless it is something emotional, and then he becomes impulsive. Certain sounds and textures make him anxious. Does any of that ring a bell for you?"

"Fucking all of it," Bella said and laughed in disbelief. "Maybe I should talk to a doctor about it."

"Maybe," Paul said, grinning. He reached up to brush a stray curl from her face. "It's more common than people know. My grandma looked into it when I was a teen. As it turns out, I'm a volatile werewolf with an attitude problem." He gave her a dazzling smile that left her giggling next to him.

Quietly she asked, "Tell me more about you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me about your grandma," Bella said. "I loved mine and miss her a lot. How was yours?"

Paul grinned as he began talking about the grandparents that mostly raised him when his parents took off. Bella was saddened to hear of his abandonment, suddenly understanding his past lack of commitment. His unstated but obvious fear of abandonment only strengthened her desire to know Paul better.

He, like Jacob, was likely only meant to ever be my friend. To protect her own heart, that was where she planned to keep him.

At some point, Paul began playing with her hair while he talked. Between the heat, the incessantly pounding rain on the roof, and Paul's quiet storytelling, she eventually fell asleep at his side.

Bella looked around in confusion as she woke. She was in Jacob's bed rather than her own, and her best friend snored peacefully at her side. The morning sun poured into the room from his tiny bedroom window. Bella shook him awake, and Jacob groaned as he stirred. She was grateful the electricity was restored, and the air conditioner ran as he yanked her flush against his chest and tried to go back to sleep.

"Jake!" Bella tried pushing him off of her to no avail. "Jacob Ephriam!"

He grunted. "Hmm?"

"How did I get in here?"

"I carried you cos yer foot," he mumbled, refusing to open his eyes.

"Where did Paul go?"

"Hmmm?"

Bella sighed in aggravation. He was too tired for her questions. "Forget it," she grumbled as she settled against him.

"Love you," Jacob muttered.

"Love you too." Bella closed her eyes, willing herself back to sleep. She would ask again when he wasn't too tired to answer.


As it just so happened, Bella didn't get the chance to ask Jacob anything. Instead, she woke up to yelling as Jacob argued with someone in the living room.

"Are you saying you two randomly sleep in the same bed sometimes? I'm supposed to believe that?"

"It's weird. I get it. I haven't had the chance to explain everything."

"So explain, Jacob." The voice was female, one Bella recognized from Jacob's many recent phone calls.

Shit. His new girlfriend is here, and I'm asleep in his bed. He definitely wasn't ready for this conversation. Forgetting her injury, Bella hopped out of bed and cried out from the pain in her heel.

Jacob ran to the bedroom as his girlfriend gasped in disbelief. "Are you okay? Shit, Bells." Bella could feel the blood soaking her sock as Jacob picked her up and carried her into the kitchen.

"I saw the first aid kit in your room, but I didn't know what you did. You just said you hurt your foot," Jacob said. "I figured by the missing picture frames that you cut yourself."

"I did," Bella said and winced as Jacob sat her on the counter. He darted into her room for the kit before yanking off the sock.

"Seriously, Jake. Isn't she old enough to handle this herself?"

Bella glared over at a tall curvy blonde with large brown eyes and a perfectly straight, white smile. The grin she wore was friendly despite her complaints.

Her voice was laced with venom as Bella snapped, "Listen. You don't know me yet, but keep up that racket, and you'll need this kit next."

The blonde gasped again before giggling, completely surprising Bella and Jacob. Her tone softened as she said, "Jacob did say you're a real pistol when you wake up. I'm Reagan, by the way."

Jacob shook his head in disbelief as he turned back to Bella's foot. As he pulled the bandage away, the blood drained from Bella's face. The smell of rust made her instantly lightheaded, and she slumped forward. Jacob caught her as she nearly fainted, holding her in place on the counter.

Alarmed, Reagan asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"Blood makes her pass out. This is why she can't bandage her foot herself," Jacob sassed. He gently patted Bella's cheek, and she slowly opened her eyes. He chuckled and asked, "How did you manage to wrap this last night?"

"Paul," Bella said, closing her eyes as she gripped the counter. "I did pass out a little, but I made it to my bed with a towel first."

"Good girl," Jacob snickered and shook his head as he opened the first aid kit.

"Please hurry," Bella whimpered, and Jacob gave her a frustrated glare that left her biting back her grin. She said the same thing to him the last time they slept together, and he mocked her about it for two days afterward. Jacob snickered to himself as he quickly redressed her foot and then fetched clean socks from the dresser in her room, slamming the drawer in his haste. Bella put the socks on, and Jacob quickly ran the other one under the faucet to rinse the blood out.

"I can do that, ya know?" Bella laughed as he rolled his eyes again and tossed the sock into the washing machine.

"You seriously just cleaned up her blood. You two are super close," Reagan said from where she now sat at the kitchen table.

Jacob grumbled, "I have a bad habit of enabling her codependency."

Bella took a deep breath and looked at Jacob, wondering if he planned on telling Reagan the truth anytime soon. He stared back at her, silently pleading with her to speak carefully. She could feel his worry and knew how much he liked this girl.

No wolf or imprint discussions today, then. She was just fine with that. Bella turned to Reagan and said, "I'm sorry I threatened you. I really am a fucking bear when I wake up, especially to yelling. It is kind of a ... trauma trigger."

"I'm sorry about that," Reagan said sincerely. "I just ... I'm confused about your relationship. When a girl asks to see her new boyfriend's bedroom for the first time, she doesn't expect him to tell her another woman is in it. In the meantime, he's answering the door in his boxers."

"You don't have to apologize for that," Bella said. "You're handling this better than I would. I don't remember going in there. It was storming half the night, so I'm guessing ..." Bella turned to Jacob, and he nodded.

"Bells has night terrors," Jacob explained.

"Storms bring them out sometimes," she admitted. "Jake and I have slept next to each other since we were toddlers. I had a rough time a couple of years back, and Jake got me through it. He's my family."

Jacob nodded at Reagan and said, "She's been through some crazy shit. Other people don't understand our relationship, sometimes. We are more physically comfortable with each other than we should be, and most strangers assume we are together because of it. We don't have romantic feelings, but she is my best friend. Honestly, we are just ... weird." He chuckled and said, "I blame our fathers. We fucking took baths together until Bells was like six, and she suddenly asked Charlie why I looked different down there."

"It was logical to stop at that point," Bella said, laughing.

Jacob smiled sweetly at Reagan and said, "We're crazy. I'm sorry."

"The only thing crazy is me," Bella teased him. "Thanks, though. Sorry that you had to deal with my ass this morning." Bella scowled as she wondered what time Paul had left. She blurted out, "Ugh. I hope I didn't start screaming in my sleep and run Paul off."

"Come again?"

Bella looked over at Jacob and laughed at the chastising expression on his face. "Oh, whatever. I fell asleep listening to him talk after he helped clean up the glass for me." Attempting to redirect him, she asked, "Where are the unholy trio, anyway?"

Jacob said, "My dad stayed over at Sue's on the couch because of the storm. Your dad worked all damn night because of the storm. And if you banged Paul but didn't wrap it, your future baby daddy will wish he had died in the storm."

Bella slapped his bicep with a resounding smack, and Jacob roared with laughter as she growled at him. The sound of Reagan's quiet laughter pulled their attention, and Bella shook her head apologetically.

"I hope you know what you are getting into," Bella warned her. "He's a real shithead sometimes."

"Yeah," Jacob teased. "As if you aren't?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her mischievously and said, "You did dream about Paul this morning, though."

Oh, fucking God, help me if he heard that shit, too, Bella thought and frowned, wondering if she were fooling herself by trying to not be very interested in Paul. Bella had lain in her bed, carefully ogling his tall, muscular form as he talked. She had wanted to touch him, reminding herself he was only meant to be her friend.

She looked up as Jacob mocked her higher-pitched voice and said, "Oh, Paul. That feels so much better."

"Oh, what ever!"

Jacob roared with laughter as her face and neck flushed in embarrassment. "I was probably dreaming about him wrapping up my foot."

Choking back his laughter Jacob coughed out, "Chyeah. He better have wrapped everything."

Bella threw her hands up in exasperation and groaned. "Will you please help me hobble to the bathroom to pee? Then, I'm going to shut my bedroom door, and you two can pretend I am not even here, okay?"

"Aw, Bells. You don't have to do that," Jacob teased her as he effortlessly yanked her off the counter and tossed her carefully over his shoulder.

"Don't make me piss myself, Jacob!"

"Wouldn't be the first time."

Bella lifted her head toward Reagan and said, "He'll do this shit to you too. He's a caveman!" There was no mistaking the lustful twinkle in the other woman's eye at the idea. Bella grinned and waved as Jacob turned toward the hallway, making Reagan laugh.

Jacob said, "You don't have to hide in your room, Bells."

"Sure, I do. Your girlfriend is here, Dad is not home, I have to work, and I'm gonna check that damn dating site," Bella grumbled as he carried her down the hall and into the bathroom. "Maybe if I find a different person to date, you will shut it."

"I doubt it," Jacob said as he yanked her shorts to her knees and unceremoniously dumped her onto the toilet seat. The lid made a loud pop as Bella flailed sideways and her elbow smacked the wall. Jacob laughed and pulled the bathroom door shut behind him.

"Asshole!"

"You're welcome!"