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He cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing at me.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed, dropping to the floor. I knelt down beside him slowly.
"I'm shopping." I couldn't help but feel kind of awkward. It didn't sound like he wanted to see me...
He grimaced.
"I can see that. Why? I thought your car wasn't supposed to be here for a couple of days?"
"Why should that matter to you?" I got up, dumping the meat back into his basket in exasperation. "How did you know about that anyway?" He looked up at me for a second, before straightening up. He was still glaring at me.
"Harry told me." I winced. The relationship between Paul and my brother still struck me as weird. I guess it was a good thing. If Paul and Harry were friends, I wouldn't have to deal with them hating each other if Paul and me ever...
"It still shouldn't matter," I muttered defensively, backing away from him. This was nothing like how I imagined us seeing each other again would go. Not that what I had imagined was any better...
"Maybe it shouldn't, but it's not like I can control that, can I?" We glared at each other in silence for a couple seconds. He looked away first.
"Paul..."
"Look Kelly, we can go back to what we've been doing for the past couple days. I can live in your yard, and you can pretend I don't exist. I'm fine with that. Just, don't make me go home." I wanted to ask how he possibly intended for me to make him go home.
Honestly, he was twice my size, all of that in muscle, and he was at least eight inches taller than I was.
It would literally be impossible for me to force Paul to go home. Even if I asked nicely.
Not that I wanted him to leave.
"I'm not pretending you don't exist," I muttered instead, picking up a package of chicken dogs and dumping them in the cart. I was fairly sure Harry liked those...
He scoffed.
"Really?" I frowned. Did he not hear me apologizing to him this morning? I thought he had super hearing...
And I suppose there was no way he'd know about the dreams, but he couldn't just assume...
"Yes, really, Paul. It's kind of impossible when I can feel you watching me everywhere I go." I couldn't hide the anger in my voice.
I dumped a couple more packages of hot dogs in the cart. I added a thing of steaks too; I might feel like cooking them one day.
I wheeled the cart around, narrowly missing a woman who had stopped to watch us fight.
I smiled tightly at her before marching my cart into the spices aisle.
I reached up blindly, putting whatever bottle my hand touched into the cart. You never know, I might need mustard seed powder one day.
I didn't realize I was tearing up until I managed to put a can of cat food in the cart.
I stopped, glancing around me warily. Everyone was watching me.
I sniffed, picking up the cat food and placing it back on the shelf carefully.
I shuffled back to the canned foods aisle, ignoring the stares I got.
"Kelly." I stiffened, but otherwise didn't respond.
Canned beans, canned corn, canned pineapple, canned soups, canned beef, canned apricots, canned dates, canned figs...
I stared at the filling cart for a second, trying to mentally calculate if I'd gone over my hundred dollar limit yet.
I shrugged. It didn't matter, I could afford it.
I started towards the bakery area. I'd picked up my first bag of white, sliced bread, when Paul appeared in front of the cart.
"Move." I kept my voice low, afraid it might crack. He stayed put. "Paul."
"I don't like it when you're mad at me." I scowled, abandoning the cart.
"Well, I don't like it when you're mad at me, but that hasn't stopped you before, has it?" I tossed a couple of bags of hot dog and hamburger buns into the cart. And some whole wheat sliced bread. And a baguette too, why not? I should probably go back and get some beef, or maybe some frozen burgers...
"I'm not mad at you." I turned to glare at him. Well that was a load of bull.
"Explain those then?" I pointed to his trembling hands. He glanced at them too, before quickly shoving them in his pockets.
"They always do that," he muttered. I rolled my eyes,
"Of course they do Paul. Is your face stuck in that angry frown too?" His eyes narrowed at my sarcasm. "That's what I thought." He grabbed my shoulders roughly, forcing me to face him. He lifted me off my feet so we were eye level with each other.
"You don't know what I've been through. You don't know my story." I swallowed. I should have been scared. I should have screamed for help, but I couldn't get over the fact that he was touching me. It was comforting, in the most twisted way. I was kind of disgusted with myself.
"How am I supposed to? You never tell me anything." He let me go, taking a step away from me.
I looked away, rubbing my shoulder. I was probably bruised, great.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. I didn't answer for a second. I browsed through the selection of muffins, putting a box of chocolate ones in the cart.
I took the cart and wheeled it to where the fruits and vegetables were, picking up a box of frozen patties on the way.
Bananas, apples, potatoes, kiwis, pears, oranges, broccoli, carrots, tomatoes, lettuce, a watermelon... Grocery shopping was strangely calming.
I could feel Paul behind me, he seemed nervous.
I weighed a bag of grapes in my hands. I dropped it in the basket before turning to face Paul.
I glared at him.
"You want to come over?" he stared at me in shock. "For dinner? I mean, we have more than enough..." I gestured to the almost over flowing cart.
He nodded slowly, suspiciously.
I shrugged.
"Good. Maybe you can take a shower while you're there too." I wrinkled my nose, Paul grimaced.
I picked up a couple jugs of milk, juice, pancake mix and syrup before heading to the register.
The cash register stared at me in shock as she started scanning the immense amount of items I had crammed into the cart.
Knowing Harry, he'd probably make me come back tomorrow too. I was sure I had forgotten something. I hadn't gotten any sweets at all. He'd be upset about that.
I pulled out a couple hundred dollar bills before the cashier could finish telling me how much I owed her.
I waited patiently while she counted out my change.
Paul stared at me in disbelief as the cashier scanned his basket full of meat.
"You carry that much cash around with you?" He asked as we walked back to my car.
I shook my head, opening the trunk.
"No, I carry around way more. I don't trust banks." No need to mention I was afraid I'd forget my PIN number... I never wanted to have that conversation with the bank...
Paul put his stuff in the backseat before getting into the car.
"Don't you know that isn't safe? What if you got mugged?" I shrugged, pulling out of the parking lot.
"I won't." Paul sighed.
"You can't be sure of that." He ran a hand through his hair, distracting me. When did his hair get so long?
"Yes I can." We were silent for a couple of minutes. Paul seemed to be very interested in the scenery as I sped by it.
"How?" He finally asked.
"Aren't you always looking out for me?" He grimaced.
"I guess... But still Kelly, at least leave some of it at home." I shrugged, pulling into the driveway.
"Maybe." Harry had been watching from the window, he came running out when I got out the car.
"I was getting worried there Kells, didn't think you'd make it back." I punched him in the shoulder. He laughed, going to take the stuff out of the trunk.
He was lifting out like, six bags, when Paul got out.
Harry stopped, glancing between Paul and I. He raised an eyebrow.
"I, uh, invited him over for dinner. That's okay, right?" Harry smirked, putting a bag in his mouth so he could fist bump Paul as he passed him.
"That's great Kells!" He called from inside. I frowned at Paul. He smiled, shrugging. "Aren't you coming?"
I grabbed the remaining bags from the trunk and ran inside, locking the car behind me.
I could hear Paul chuckling as he followed me into the kitchen.
"What?" I demanded. He smiled, shaking his head.
"Hey Paul, want to see the pool?" Harry was excited. I decided it was because Paul was here, and not because of my presence... This was almost as bad as the sugar high.
"Maybe you should shower first." I cut in before Paul could answer.
"Aw..." Harry pouted.
"Shush Harry." Paul smiled.
"Sure, where's the bathroom?" Harry perked up again.
"There are four. Let me show you around." Harry led Paul out of the kitchen and I turned to stare at the pile of shopping bags on the island.
I sighed. All that shopping seemed like a really bad idea now...
I started to put the groceries away. Well, more like shove them in random cupboards, but I was trying. I was starting to wonder why Harry was taking so long to show Paul where the bathroom was. It wasn't that far away... Then I heard the splashing.
I walked into the yard slowly, wondering if I should call for Paul first.
There could be robbers out there yard hopping to try and get away from the police. You never know.
But it was just Harry and Paul, trying to be quiet while they swam around in the pool behind my back.
I stood in the doorway, crossing my arms over my chest. These two, honestly.
Paul stiffened after a couple of seconds.
"Crap," he muttered. Harry turned around, finally seeing me.
"Shoot. Hey Kells!" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Out of the pool Harry." He sighed, but got out.
"Hey, Kells, it's not his-" I put a hand up.
"Don't. Just go dry off, okay?" He nodded, running inside.
Paul still hadn't turned around.
"Hey Romeo, you still have to shower. Come in whenever you're ready. But you better dry off first. I don't want wet footprints in my house, got it?" He twitched, making the water around him ripple, but he didn't move.
I rolled my eyes and went back inside.
God, it felt good to have Paul back in my life.
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