"What time is it?" I hear Paul asking Jared who was dozing off in the lazy boy chair. Jared shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes. I smile softly at Paul as I check the time on my phone for him.
"It's two am." I gasp in surprise. Had I really lost track of time? It wasn't like I had work tomorrow anyway but I never actually stayed up this late.
Quil, Embry, and Sam are all asleep in front of the tv. Paul and I are the only ones awake and from the looks of it Jared was already asleep.
"I guess we won" Paul shrugs and smiles at me showing off his perfectly whitened teeth.
"What did we win?" I ask curiously. His expression stays softened but my heart thuds quickly as our eyes stay locked for a moment. It was just the two of us awake now and I felt almost giddy being alone with him in a sort.
"We won the competition, you know, of staying awake the longest." Paul's gaze doesn't leave my own. I feel so entranced by him, there seems to be something different about him than other people.
I feel a smile beginning to grow across my face.
"I guess we deserve a reward." I respond. Paul's eyes seem to brighten as if he's trying to come up with an idea in his head for a reward.
"How about we go get pie?" He suggests. I find myself covering my mouth to hide my chuckle at his random request. Pie at two in the morning?
"Pie?" I repeat, he nods casually. "But it's two in the morning, where could we get pie?"
Paul looks proud. "I know a twenty four hour diner just up the road. They have the best pie." He smiles at me and I can see the eagerness in his expression.
"Then I guess that settles it, pie it is."
We arrived at the diner and got our booth quickly, there weren't any other customers in the diner as of right now. Probably from how late it was. I couldn't help but smile to myself at the irony of meeting Paul in a diner but here we were together at two am getting pie in a diner.
"I never knew there was a diner open all night here in Forks." I confess as I take a sip of my water. Paul smiles softly as he glances down at his menu that's laying in front of him.
"I thought you just moved to Forks?" He says, I bite on my bottom lip. I don't want to say too much and I don't want to appear suspicious either.
"Well, my mom and I used to live here when I was little. We moved away when I was around seven." My answer is as informative as I want it to be. Paul seems curious causing my anxiety to fill my mind.
"Oh, where did you live before you moved back to Forks?" He asks me.
He seems to be trying to make conversation to get to know me better. It makes me feel special but I know I have to be cautious about what I say. My smile seems to be masking my worry, I take another sip of my drink before speaking.
"I used to live in Colorado." I reply. "Up until two months ago that is."
"Wow, it's beautiful there. I've only ever seen pictures of Colorado, I can't imagine moving away from such a beautiful place." Paul smiles at me causing my heart to thump quicker than usual. "But I'm glad you moved here. I got to meet you."
Our waiter brings our pie to us and we continue to make small talk while we eat. I find myself growing tired but I don't want to say goodbye, I'm enjoying Paul's company even if it is two am now. He covers his mouth to yawn and he sets his now empty plate aside, I take my last bite of my slice of pie finishing it off.
"Thanks for coming out with me tonight." He says, "I like talking with you."
"I like talking with you too. I think it's so funny the way we ended up meeting." A small chuckle escapes my lips from the embarrassment of the milkshake memory. "Thanks for bumping into me."
"Anytime." He jokes as flashes me a charming smile. My heart begins to beat quickly again and I glance down at the table nervously.
"Hey, would you like to go back to my place? I know it's really late." Paul offers casually. Normally I would object but I felt safe with Paul. He makes me feel like I'm safe, despite barely knowing him I get the feeling from him that I could trust my drink at a party with him.
"Yeah, that's fine. Thank you" I smile appreciatively at him, Paul paid for our dessert—Which I thanked him again and we walk back to his car. Thankfully the drive to his house wasn't very long, the radio was audible and we made small talk about the town and the night.
He swiftly opened the car door for me and I shyly thank him. We walked up the steps to his porch and he unlocks the door as we go inside. The house is tiny but it suits him perfectly, I immediately spot a comfortable looking sofa where my mind wants to curl up on it and fall asleep.
"You can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch." He smiles momentarily. His kind offer makes part of me feel disappointed.
One half of me knows I've only officially hung out with him once, but the other half of me wishes we could just fall asleep in his bed together. I feel almost embarrassed for even thinking of suggesting this to him.
"You okay?" He questions. He probably notices my wandering mind. I give him a reassuring smile.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm just tired." I respond. "I know we've only hung out this once but I would feel bad making you take the couch in your own home."
Paul's eyes soften at my words. "I can't make you sleep on the couch. You're a guest here, besides I don't mind."
"Or... We could just both sleep in your bed." After the words leave my lips I smile at him, I feel my cheeks get warm at my sudden bravery to suggest this. Paul looks at me as small chuckle leaves his lips, he doesn't seem weirded out or anything like that by my suggestion.
"Okay, we can do that. As long as you're comfortable with it." He says gently, I nod my head.
"Okay, sure." I smile at him reassuringly.
We walk down the hallway to be met by Paul's room.
His bed is a queen size and he has a small lamp on his nightstand beside the bed. I smile at his home decor, it adds a nice touch.
"Do you have a side?" I ask Paul, he turns to face me confused.
"What?"
"You know, a side of the bed that you sleep on." I say, Paul smiles and chuckles at my words, the sound of his laughter sounds almost musically in my ears.
"Well, uh— I always sleep in the middle."
I smile down at the ground at his reply before looking back up at Paul. "I always sleep in the middle too."
"You can asleep in the middle, I'll sleep on the other side."
"Are you sure?" I ask him. Paul smirks.
"I'm sure." Paul turns to his dresser and pulls out a shirt and some men's shorts and he hands them to me. "You can sleep in these. The bathroom is just the next door up."
"Thanks."
After I take the clothes from Paul, I turn to walk down the hallways to find the bathroom. I switch on the bathroom light and shut the door, the clothes fit comfortably. They aren't too loose on me. I walk back to the bedroom where he and I make our way to the bed, we pull back the covers and climb in. It must be around four am now, it has to be. I feel so tired by this point. He turns off the lamp and the moonlight fills the room. I think I can hear my heartbeat in my chest from my nervousness and how loudly it's beating. But I'm thankful he can't actually hear my heart beat, I suddenly feel so self conscious.
"Are you okay?" He asks gently which breaks the silence that fills the room.
"Yes, I'm okay." I lie as I twirl some of the ends of my hair around my finger. "Thank you for the clothes by the way."
I try to sound reassuring which I think he buys.
"If you need anything don't hesitate to let me know, just wake me up." I feel Paul turn over on his side and my eyes grow more tired by the second. This bed is unbelievably comfortable.
"Good night, Paul." I whisper with a smile.
I hear Paul chuckle softly. "Good night, Willow."
