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Chapter 14
Brooke's POV
"So what about your sister?" Mo asked glumly.
"As far as I'm concerned, she can rot in hell." I retorted acidic.
"Well that's a real shame girly. But, you've got me and, hello, I'm kind of a big deal!" Mo smirked.
"Oh great, my hero." I finished sarcastically, and she threw a feather pillow at me. We were sitting lazily on her bed and she was sorting through clothes that I could borrow.
"Well this is completely pointless…" She grumbled after a moment. "I suppose you can borrow whatever the hell you want. Anything is better than the garb you brought over here."
"Gee, thanks." I muttered.
"Well doll face," she began, "Your threads are all clothes meant for Colorado, not big bad California." Sure, she has a point. "And let me tell you, you're not gonna snag a guy with merely jeans and oversized hoodies. I've got your back…like the guardian angel of fabulous clothes." She grinned, talking to herself.
"What a relief." I sighed, sitting up and catching her attention in the process. "I mean, it's not like I've got a date or anything." She stopped what she was doing.
"Give. Me. The. Details!" she squealed and I began to laugh.
"I asked the guy out…and he said yes? There's not much more to it, Molly."
"Whoa, wait! You got the jump on a guy?! Who is he? Is he cute?" her lips were going a mile a minute.
"He's…a total babe." I said sheepishly and Mo giggled. "And you know him; do you remember Paul?"
"Is he one of the biker punks you've been hanging out with?" Mo challenged, her attitude quickly changing.
"Well yes, but-"
"But nothing, Brooke. Look, they could be dangerous…like vampire dangerous." She emphasized. Give me a break.
"No way." I smiled.
"How do you know? They're creepy, I don't know their eating habits, and we never see them during the day. Have you? I've only seen 'em in the dead of night-"
"Then I'll ask him out to a lunch date, deal?" I smiled again. "That'll get rid of your little suspicion. Besides, I've found even creepier goons than my boys to fit your…vampire description." Wait…did I say 'my boys?'
"Who?" Mo snapped me back into the moment.
"It's another gang. The leader's a total dweeb and his name's Chester. Go check him out; it's hard to miss" I stated nonchalantly. Maybe she'll get off of my case now.
"Another gang?" Mo questioned, and I yawned.
"Yes, yes. Now shush, I'm tired." I concluded, and lay down.
Paul's POV
"So you know the plan?" Marko asked.
"Yes."
"And you're not gonna fuck it up?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure-"
"Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. I know the plan, Marko."
"No need to get all touchy." He giggled, and we both fell asleep.
Brooke's Pov
After helping out in the comic shop for the majority of the following day, Mo helped me get dressed up and we headed down to a little pizzeria. I had myself a slice of pepperoni, and afterwards Mo complained again that I never saw Paul during the day. She was really pushing the vampire vibe, and I just gave in and went along with her. We stopped back at the shop and I changed into a black mini dress and some kick ass blue tights. I…was thoroughly pleased with my look, and headed out once more towards the night life of Santa Carla. Going back to the entrance of the comic shop, I noticed…Paul? He was checking out a rack of the Vampire Everywhere comics.
"Hello, buddy boy." I smiled, nudging his shoulder. He turned and looked at me, a smile of his own growing.
"Well helloooo hot stuff." He grinned and I twirled for him in my dress. He chuckled before starting again. "You're in a mighty fine mood chickadee. What's the occasion?"
"I'm…actually really happy you're here." I sheepishly spoke.
"Is that so?" he questioned, looking towards the doorway. "That makes two of us. Are you busy tonight?" He asked suddenly.
"Well, no-"
"You do now!" He decided happily, and took my hand leading me out the door.
"What's the rush?" I giggled. Once he didn't answer I tried a different attempt. "Where are we going, hot stuff." That stopped him dead in his tracks and he span around looking at me.
"Are you…flirting?" He stared at me with those blue eyes.
"What's it to you?" I winked, and started walking ahead of him…Damn. I was flirting. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I in turn I slumped an arm around his waist. I saw a grin come to the corners of his mouth and was satisfied. We found our way to his bike, and he hopped on, patting to the seat behind him. "Are you flying solo tonight?" I asked and he smirked.
"Something like that. Now hurry up, we don't want the seat to be cold now do we?" he laughed, and I shrugged. I jumped on behind him and he roared his bike to life. "Hold on tight." And with that he sped off.
I didn't realize where we were until we stopped, and ahead of me I saw an overlook of the boardwalk. The bright lights from the rides were stunning, and I was gaping at the black waves crashing off in the distance.
"You'll catch flies that way." Paul grinned, and he picked me up, earning a squeak in return.
"Why are we here?" I whispered, and he set me down on…a blanket?
"I have to get my man points back somehow doll face." He smirked and plopped back down beside me.
"Now, I'm not gonna call this a picnic, but maybe just maybe you'll like it." He…blushed?
"Are you nervous?" I questioned, scooting closer to him.
"Me? Do you know who you're talking to? I'm the total badass that doesn't let anything faze him. I'm the most hardcore of the Lost Boys. The most dope dude you'll find north of Monterey Bay." He rambled, and I giggled. The silence grew around us, and after a few minutes of looking out into the distance he spoke up.
"So. I like you." He blurted out.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He confirmed.
"Well…I like you too." I whispered, looking forward once more.
"Good. Great. And yeah, I was nervous. And yeah, I was blushing. I don't do…this. Ever. This is new." He emphasized, looking around the two of us.
"And is everything okay with…this?" I asked, looking back at him. He smirked, turning to me and grabbing my hand.
"So far so good, hot stuff." He joked, pulling me closer to him.
"Well that's a relief; I thought I'd bore you to death." I grinned, and he placed a hand on his chin, his eyes lighting up.
"Death? You think I'd die from such a beautiful-" and then he started choking and coughing, and he squirmed down to the ground. He laid silent then.
"You're like a dog. You know how to play dead." I smiled.
No response.
"Now I'll just have to find a good place to hide the body." I tried again, grinning.
No response.
"Paul?" I asked wearily, poking him in the side.
No response.
"…Paul?" I climbed closer to him, hovering over his head, our faces almost touching.
No response.
"Paul, wake up?" I whispered. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled up at me, lips parted, eyes wide. I was frozen there for a moment, just staring at him. He was stunning.
Then his hand came to my neck, pulling me in closer and he kissed me. He kissed me. And I mean, I kissed back, but this kiss wasn't rushed or rugged like the Paul I had seen before. It was full of passion, and our open mouth kisses slowly transformed into me wanting to feel his tongue on mine. He quickly responded and pulled me onto him completely, crushed to his torso. He was fit, and I felt his strong hands hold tightly to the small of my back. I let one hand explore his crazy hair, and the other rested on his stubble covered cheek. It was perfect. I never felt more drawn to a person than I did in that moment.
Soon enough I had to pull away for a few desperate breaths for air and he started kissing down my jaw line to the crease of my shoulder and neck. It wasn't hickey material, but they were light little pecks all over the place. His tongue soon followed and I shivered, and I felt his smirk grow against my skin. Putting a hand onto his arm, I pulled him up for one more lasting kiss. We sat up never breaking contact, and he even pulled me into his lap. The kissing ceased and he just held me there. It was a tad chilly, but I found comfort even then, playing with a stray piece of his hair. His chin was on my forehead looking out to the darkness of the ocean.
"I'm afraid of death, Brooke." He whispered to me, and I tilted my head to look up at him. "I won't play dead anymore.
"Why are you afraid of it?" I murmured against his shoulder.
"Because I want to live."
"Forever?" I asked.
"Forever." He confirmed, looking down to me.
"What would you do with forever?"
"Exactly what I'm doing right now...I hope." He smiled, lightly kissing me. I grinned. He moved his hand, and once I saw it again he held a…wine bottle? "I said this wasn't a picnic, but maybe this can make up for it?" He grinned, pulling off the cork.
"How cute." I smiled, sitting up.
"So…here's to hope?" He asked, handing me the bottle.
"To hope." I agreed quietly, and took a small sip of the wine. I never was a fan of the stuff, especially now, so I then gave it back to Paul, who proceeded to take a sip of his own. He put down the bottle and pulled me close again.
"Paul?" I asked a moment after. He kissed my nose and nodded, telling me to continue. "I'm afraid too."
"Of what?"
"That there will be no one left, and I'll be alone." I finished quickly.
"Brooke, I'll be here…even when there's no one left." I stated, kissing my forehead.
"How do you know?"
"Hope." Was all he said, and that was enough of an answer for me. I smiled and leaned into him, suddenly tired.
"Before I forget," I yawned, "can we go out on a lunch date?" he chuckled, and darkness was slowly falling over me.
"If you're up for it." He grinned. Damn I was sleepy. What's going on? I was so full of energy, and now there's just…nothing. I couldn't keep my eyes open. 'Don't fight it.' I heard in my head. What was that? 'It's okay, don't fight.' The voice soothed me. I opened my eyes once more to see Paul gazing down at me. "Shhh, close your eyes; let it happen Brooke. I'll be here."
With his lulling voice I let the darkness consume me.
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