A/N: Hello loves. It's been far too long since I last updated this story and I have regrets about this, but I've been lacking motivation to do absolutely anything and everything I have been doing is forced or takes all my energy. I did manage to type up a slightly longer chapter for this update than the last ones and I hope you enjoy it. So without further ado, here it is.

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Jessi huffed as she walked with Paul through the crowds on the boardwalk and brushed back a strand of her platinum blonde hair that had fallen in her face. "You're awfully excited for a guy, who's dangerously close to getting his ass abandoned on the boardwalk…or kicked," she commented, giving him a look as he jumped along.

Paul laughed and tossed his blond mane of hair. "Jessi, beautiful, I am excited! I got you all to myself for the rest of the night! A whole damn night!" He howled and spun around, his jacket flapping around his waist. "Woo! Date night!"

"Hold up," Jessi said, shaking her head. "This isn't a date."

"Yes, it is," Paul said, putting his tongue in his cheek.

"No, it's not."

"Oh, yeah it is."

"Paul!"

Paul leaned into her slightly. "You're even hotter when you're angry," he crooned with a large grin.

"You're annoying when you're annoying," Jessi said, pushing him back.

Paul laughed again and slid his arm around her shoulders. "C'mon Jessi, lighten up. I'm not such a bad guy. I'm fun and hot and loveable and cool and hot."

Jessi smiled. "You said hot twice."

"Did I now?"

"You're weird, Paul. You forgot that."

Paul put a hand to his chest and let out a gasp. "Ooh! Right in the heart! She wounds me and my pride, just like my Sisters do every time. And she does it so soon." He laughed. "You remind me of my Sister, Faith, a bit, but you're different. A good different."

"You've got sisters?" Jessi asked, looking up at him as they walked.

"And Brothers," Paul told her with a grin. "The Lost Boys and Faith and Iona. I gotta keep my hands off the girls or David and Dwayne will kill me, but it's fine. I can handle looking at them. For the most part."

Jessi rolled her eyes. "You're back to the weird again, Horn Dog."

"What about you, Beautiful? You got family?" Paul asked, bouncing on his feet. "Other beautiful sisters that I can stare at and drool over?"

"My parents died as a result of a car accident when I was thirteen," Jessi told the Lost Boy, shaking her head at the memory. "I just have my older brother, Jack, now and we live with his bandmates, though I wish we didn't. They're such creeps."

"Your brother is in a band?" Paul asked, turning his head slightly to look at her.

"Death's Kiss, a rock band? Haven't you ever heard them play?"

Paul scratched his cheek. "I may have heard them play a few times. Is he the blond up front that looks pretty good and has the eyes of all the girls for the most part?"

"That's my brother. He's the lead singer and he's the best member of Death's Kiss, the one that created it in the first place." Jessi looked down at her feet. "He wanted me to be a part of it, but after the Lester and the other two started talking to me the way that they do, he decided that it wasn't safe for me to be a part of the group."

"So they hit on you?"

"In a creepy, non-welcome, worse than you do kind of way, yeah." Jessi shivered at the memory of what she had found out Lester and the band were. "I don't see why I even stay there."

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Paul watched the demeanor of Jessi change as she talked about Death's Kiss and the other bandmates of her brother's. He had seen them and he had a feeling that he knew what they were besides her brother, but without getting close enough to them, he couldn't be sure. That concert portion of the boardwalk wasn't Max's turf and they only had visiting privileges at points. It had something to do with Faith and her desire to see music and Max allowing her to see things as regards to other Masters.

Gotta do something, Paul decided, smiling as he rubbed his fingers against her shoulder.

"So, if Jack wanted you to be part of his band, that must mean you sing, right?" Paul asked, putting his tongue in his cheek again.

"And play guitar, why?"

"You wanna sing something for me?"

"No," Jessi said stubbornly, crossing her arms and looking away. Her stomach growled lowly and she frowned. "Oh hush…"

Paul laughed. "I see there's a monster in your belly! Don't tell me Toni never lets you off for food breaks?"

"I didn't pack lunch," Jessi mumbled, still not looking at him.

"Girlfriend, you gotta eat." Paul steered her in the direction of the entrance to the boardwalk and his motorcycle. "I can't have you wasting away on me before I get the chance to do anything with you."

"This is a one time thing, Paul," Jessi told him, watching him mount his motorcycle. "Wow, nice bike."

"She rides real well too." Bet you would too one day…Paul couldn't help but think and had to tell himself to cool it down. "And this isn't a one time thing, Beautiful. This is just Night One of many more to come." He held his hand out to her. "Now let's get some grub in you. I'm thinking pizza with the good toppings and large sodas."

Jessi uncrossed her arms and took his hand, letting him help her onto the back of his motorcycle. She slid her arms around his middle and rested her chin on his shoulder, something that he wasn't used to, but would if he could do it with her again and again. Paul kicked his motorcycle into life and tore off into the night, speeding into town. Jessi's grip tightened on him for a brief moment and he wondered if she had closed her eyes when he kicked up the speed.

"Chickening on me, Beautiful?" Paul called out over the roar of his engine.

"In your dreams, Blondie," Jessi purred in his ear. "I love going fast."

"Oh, you do?" Paul smirked. "Then hold on, Beautiful!"

Paul accelerated the motorcycle and tore off faster into the night, earning a laugh from Jessi. He loved hearing her laugh in his ear and his undead heart fluttered in his chest as if trying to beat for the first time in decades. Paul was almost disappointed when the pizza joint came into sight and he had to pull his motorcycle to a stop in the parking lot, killing the engine. Jessi laughed breathlessly in his ear and patted him on the stomach.

"That was fun," she said, leaning her cheek against the side of his neck before seeming to realize what she was doing and pulling away.

"The fun is always coming with me," Paul promised, swinging himself off the bike and then offering her a hand off. "You get me with Marko and then there's double the fun. All of us Boys are fun. Except for Laddie, who can be a whiny kid, but I digress." He slid his arm around her shoulders again when she was standing. "You want some extra cheese on your pizza or what?"
Jessi rolled her eyes. "What kind of person doesn't want extra cheese or pepperoni on their pizza?"

Paul laughed. "A crazy person!" He whistled as he led her into the restaurant. "Oi, Libby! Booth for two!"

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Jessi tossed down the pizza crust to her third slice of pizza and listened to Paul recount a tale of himself and one of his Brothers getting chased through the boardwalk by security. Apparently, they were always causing trouble and getting on the nerves of the security team there.

I sure know how to attract the attention of the bad boys, Jessi thought, brushing back a strand of her blonde hair. Only he seems more like the harmless, prankster variety and Lester and his gang are the actual bad guys…Why do I keep thinking about those creeps when I'm having a decent time right now?

She let out a laugh when she noticed a piece of cheese dangling from Paul's lips and when he arched an eyebrow, she tapped her lips. "You got a little something right there," she commented with a smile.

Paul grinned and licked his lips, catching that piece of cheese. "Got it, right?"

"Yeah." Jessi sipped her drink and looked out at the restaurant. "There's a lot of couples here, Paul."

"Perfect place for a date night." He nudged her. "Told you this was date night."

"This isn't a date."

"Is so," Paul said with a laugh.

"Nope."

"Yep." He tossed back the last piece of his crust and chewed. "I say it is."

"No."

"You're so beautiful when you're stubborn," Paul told her with a large grin on his face as he leaned into her.

Jessi put her hand on his face and shoved him back, causing him to fall on the floor. "You're so weird. I'm not beautiful."

"You're beautiful," Paul said with a grin as he popped back onto his feet. "And I don't just say it to anyone. I don't just chase the girls like this for no reason." He put his hand under his jacket and made a thumping sound. "Girl, you slay me with more than just your looks."

Jessi rolled her eyes as he slapped some money down. "Weirdo."

"Yeah, well, this weirdo is about to steal something from you and run," Paul said, moving forward.

"What?" Jessi asked, alarmed.

Paul's hand darted forward and scooped her jacket off the back of the booth behind her. Jessi reached out to grab it from him, but the Lost Boy danced back out of reach, holding it over his head. Jessi slid to the edge of the booth and glared at him, dark eyes flashing.

"Paul, give me my jacket, you asshole," she ordered.

Paul put his tongue in his cheek. "Catch me if you can."

The Lost Boy turned and bolted out of the restaurant. Jessi let out a huff and took off after him, looking up when she realized that it was starting to rain.

Perfect, she thought, blinking against the drops of rain that fell in her face.

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Paul laughed as he jumped in the puddles around his bike and held Jessi's jacket in his left hand. He didn't honestly expect her to run out in the rain after him, but suddenly he was being tackled to the ground and the blonde beauty was straddling him. Paul laughed and looked up at her as she sat on his stomach and glared down at him, reaching for her jacket, which he somehow managed to keep out of her reach.

"Hey there, Beautiful," Paul crooned, smiling up at her.

Jessi reached for her jacket. "Give me that, Paul. Now."

"Nah, you look pretty good without it," Paul said, shaking his head. He shifted his body under her and squeezed her hip with one hand. "You like pinning all the boys?"

"I was born to kick ass like yours," Jessi said simply, still trying to get her jacket. "Now give me, give me."

"Nope." Paul tossed her jacket onto his bike. "See ya jacket. Me and Jessi need to fight this over." He grabbed her wrist and held her in place as she tried to go after her jacket. "Stay, girl."

"I'm not a dog, Paul."

"Nah, you're a beautiful girl, with a stubborn personality," Paul laughed, squeezing her hip again. "I like it." He pulled on her wrist and caused her to lean farther over him until their noses almost touched. "Absolutely adorable in this rain, you are, Jessi."

Jessi's dark eyes stared into his and she frowned at him, holding her breath. Paul grinned at her and thought about stealing a kiss, but heard the whine of a police car approaching.

Damn, he thought, slowly sitting up and looking around.

"Looks like we gotta run," Paul told Jessi as he hoisted her to her feet and squeezed her hips in his large hands.

"What trouble did you get into tonight already?" Jessi asked, looking up at him.

"That's a story for later, Beautiful," Paul laughed with a large grin. He helped her onto his bike and then climbed on himself before tearing out of there. "So let's go get ice cream and head somewhere safe."

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Jessi was almost disappointed when Paul pulled up to the street where she was supposed to meet her brother that night and climbed off the motorcycle with her. It was still raining and they were both pretty much soaked, but she didn't mind. She looked up at Paul as the Lost Boy stood close to her, still bouncing with energy.

"Do you ever calm down for a moment?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Not really," Paul laughed. "I'm high on life and all the good things." He spun around on his heel. "Woo! Life!"

Jessi laughed. "You're crazy, Paul."

Paul grinned at her. "You need to laugh more, Jessi. It sounds amazing coming from you."

Heat hit Jessi's face and she cast her eyes down at his chest. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hey," Paul said, touching her chin and tilting her face back up. "Take a compliment, Beautiful. You're going to get a bunch from me. Because I'm going to be that annoying jerk that you're going to grow to like a lot. You'll see." He tucked back a wet strand of her hair and looked into her eyes. "This was a perfect date night, huh? You even got to pin me."

"Yeah, yeah I did." Jessi smiled at him.

Paul laughed at that. "Ha! I got you to admit that it was a date! Woo! I win! I went on a date with the Jessi!"

Jessi uncrossed her arms and smacked him on the chest. "Back to being weird again, Paul. Get out of here."

The Lost Boy grinned and looked at her. "All right, I'll go, but only because it's getting late and someone needs her rest before her big brother comes after my sexy ass." He pressed a loud kiss to her forehead before backing towards his bike. "See ya around, Jessi."

Jessi stared after him, surprised by his actions. "Bye Paul."

"Stay beautiful, Beautiful!" Paul howled as he sped past her and faded into the night.

Jessi smiled at that and shook her head, standing there in the rain and thinking for a moment that maybe Santa Carla wasn't so bad after all.

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A/N: Not much longer, but more things happened in here than the last ones. And I'm still struggling with things, but I'm getting there. Let me know what you think. Have a Happy Holiday season and Merry Christmas! Much love and puppies and Lost Boys all around. Thank you all! -Scarlet