Because none of you losers would tell me how to do this "date" scene, I had to do it from my mind. And now its gonna be all corny and dumb, and very, very cliche. I hope you enjoy!

Its weird how you can think one thing and then later find out you are completely wrong. I thought Emily was nice, turns out she has a hidden agenda and is really the devil incarnate. I expected that the moment I walked out the door, I would be only vaguely paid attention to, I was dead wrong. Paul must've found that I really didn't like to talk to new people, and had decided that the best way to torture me was to put me in awkward situations and ramble off questions I'd be horribly rude not to answer. And when I replied with even the simplest information about myself, he latched onto it like a rabid dog with a bone.

But that wasn't where it started. I left the house and he ran ahead of me, ensuring that he got to the truck and could open the door for me. Not even my look of confusion and mistrust could deter him, and he insisted on waiting with the door open until I climbed into the old pick-up truck. I sat, buckled up, and prepared myself for the worst. What I didn't expect though, was the rush of oddly personal and completely non personal questions that tumbler from his mouth.

The first was rather random and non personal. "So, what's your favorite color?"

"Uh, red I guess?" I answered, though it sounded more like a question. "What's yours?" I asked mostly out of politeness, but he perked up considerably when I asked.

He looked me dead in the eye when he said, "A blue-gray mix that shimmers like silver in the sun." I stared at him for a while after he had returned his eyes to the road. Maybe I Shouldn't ask things in return, because that was weird. Weird because he described a romanticized version of my eyes, and I desperately hoped that was a coincidence, and that I had not just gained some time of stalker. "Um, why did you come to La Push?"

"Well, there was an exchange program and my mother said I should go."

"How'd you end up at Sam's?"

"The people I was supposed to live with had a house fire."

"Do you like it here?"

"I suppose, the scenery is nice but the people could use a bit of work."

He laughed and I smiled to myself, that was a good one. I would have pat myself on the back if that wasn't weird. "Where did you want to go?"

"In life?"

"No, right now."

"Oh, bookstore."

"After that."

"It'll be dark by the time we leave the bookstore."

He was silent, then, "You're kidding right?"

"Nope."

"Its not even noon."

"I know, I told you when we made this deal that you would not be able to rush me," I replied, completely relaxed. I would make him regret this. I would wipe that weird grin off his face and make him realize how boring today is going to be. And then he would think twice before he tells random people that his favorite color was the color of their eyes.

"But, don't you want to go to the mall or something?"

"Is there a bookstore in the mall?"

"No."

"Then no."

"Alright then." He paused, then asked, "So, did you date anyone at your hometown?"

I flicked my eyes to him and my nose wrinkled. "What?"

"You know-"

"I don't really think I want to tell you that."

"Oh. Well who was your best friend?"

"I didn't have one."

"What! Why?"

"I'm a lone wolf." I cursed myself internally, that was probably the stupidest thing I have ever said. A lone wolf, really? I couldn't just lie and say I had plenty of friends so that I don't look like some loser desperate for attention. A lone wolf, stupid.

He glanced at me. "You seem more like Little Red Riding Hood."

"Great," I said sarcastically, no one wants to be the helpless little girl. But if I was a stranded little girl, then he was definitely the wolf. "I already call you the Big Bad Wolf, anyway."

"You do, why?"

"Because you always act all big and tough, and because you're kinda mean."

"You think I'm mean?" He actually sounded sad, and that surprised me. But how could he think I'd see him as any different?

I rolled my eyes, whatever. Who cares if he's sad that I think he's a mean person. "I bumped into you one time and you practically bit my head off."

He blinked, "I did?"

"Yeah, you did." I snorted, "Am I the only one who remembers that we have met before?" He was quiet and I sighed internally. I probably hurt his feelings and he is too much of a prideful imbecile to say anything, but really? I should be the one getting all huffy, I'm the one who was on the receiving end of his nastiness. I glanced out the window and noticed the La Push sign asking us to come again. My head tipped to the side in confusion, it was obvious we were leaving La Push, but why? I looked back at Paul, "Where are we going?"

He glanced over at me, "You said you wanted to go to the bookstore."

"Yeah," I agreed, "but why are we leaving La Push?"

"La Push doesn't have a bookstore."

If I was drinking something I would have spat it out. "What!" I exclaimed. "Why not?"

"La Push is a small town, we don't really need one." He shrugged, almost as if not having a bookstore in town was completely normal.

I shook my head in horror, "Tell me you at least have a library!"

"In the school, yeah."

"But not a public one?"

"Nope," he popped the p and didn't look at all concerned. I, on the other hand, was internally screaming.

"But-but where do you get stuff to read, what if you just need a quick fix? You have to drive an hour just to get one little book?" I saw him nod. "That's awful!"

"You really seem to like reading," he commented, looking at me curiously.

I made a face at him. "Duh, its better than watching T.V. and socializing with people." I didn't add that I absolutely hated talking to people, I didn't want to give away my kryptonite. "I have a deep appreciation for all types of literature, like sci-fi, romance, adventure, even non classical literature, like comic books and manga."

"What the Hell is manga?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "If you don't know then I supposed it doesn't matter, but! My love for literature has developed into almost all things that tell stories, especially video games."

"You play video games? What do you play, Mario Kart?"

I glared at him but I didn't give him an answer. I folded my arms over my chest and pouted, well, more like sulked. First he insults my reading habits, then he insinuates that I only play silly children's games like Mario Kart? How dare he, I bet he doesn't even leave the gym, and probably can't tell his knee from his forehead. I was honestly trying to be civil -kind of- and now that's obviously over. How could I possibly talk to someone I share no interests with whatsoever. Well, maybe I don't know what his interests are, but they are most likely something I wouldn't do unless gym class demanded it.

I turned and looked out the window, watching the greenery pass by in a blur. I was completely honest before, the scenery here is amazing, and it reminds me so much of home. The large evergreen trees are the same, the way that ferns grow all over the forest floor, and even the climate was almost the same. La Push got a lot more rain than my hometown, but that was due to the mountains nearby. Probably one of the only differences between home and here was the rocky terrain, and the fact that I know next to no one. At least at my old school I knew everyone's names and personality, and sometimes, depending on their blabbermouth friends, I would overhear juicy gossip for later blackmail.

When you are quiet, people tend to overlook you.

"So, uh," Paul started. I looked over at him and waited, a frown pulling my lips downward. "Your skin is kinda- well, are you? Um." He kept stuttering over his words and I almost laughed. Oh, poor Big Bad, he can't even get the question out.

"Yes, I'm native." He sighed in relief, whether to the fact that I'm native or that he didn't get called racist, I don't know. "I come from a large tribe in Wisconsin, and that was how I got the transfer offer. They thought it would strengthen the bonds between two tribes." I shrugged, "I think three people from your school went, and I'm one of two here in La Push." I thought about Anna, the other girl to accept the transfer. I don't know her personally but I know of her, and I don't like what I hear. She is a bit of a skank, and although she is pretty and smart, she prefers to sleep around and crush all of the respect I could have had for her. Of course all I have to go on is rumor and gossip, but it has to have some truth in it.

"Oh, do you know the other person?" he asked.

"Kinda."

It was a long drive. La Push may be relatively close to Port Angeles, but its not close enough. The car ride was awkward and strained, and I don't understand why he kept asking questions. He didn't even act like he was asking so that I'd ask in return, and he never tried to steer the conversation towards himself. Honestly I've never spoken to anyone like that before. Even my own mother liked to talk about herself more than she liked to talk about me, but she's not the question asking type.

Paul pulled into Barnes and Noble and I scoped out the area. I didn't want to sound rude, but I spoke up anyway, "Hey Paul?"

He seemed surprised. Well, I suppose that was the first time I called him by name. "Yeah?"

"Can we go there instead?" I pointed to a building a little farther down the main street.

He followed my finger and shrugged. "I guess, but are you sure?"

I smiled, "Yup."

He pulled out of the parking lot and down the street. I smiled at the building, this is where the good books would be.

It was a small building, hardly noticeable. The parking lot couldn't be reached from the main street, but it was well kept and wasn't crumbling beneath the truck's tires. The building itself was a pale stone, with lovely wood accent pillars and shutters. It was quaint, and only a searching eye would find it. The small sign read: "The Crabby Reader" with a small crab in glasses hanging off the sign. The windows allowed me small peeks into it and I saw floor to ceiling shelves, all organized and neat.

When Paul parked I jumped from the car and was almost to the door when I heard his door close. I turned around. "You can do other stuff instead of coming with me," I told him. I really didn't want him to come with me. I could spend hours in there and I did not want some complaining jerk following me around the whole time. He would probably insist we leave right away, before I could even decide what books I'd want. That or his hulking frame would tip a shelf over.

He ignored me and walked in, I scowled to myself but followed.

The few people inside gave Paul disbelieving stares, but glanced at me and understood that I was the one who wanted to be here. There was a middle aged woman at the register, and her casual dress and familiarity with her area said she either has worked here for a long time or that she owns this place. She smiled at me when she saw me looking and then returned to the book she was holding. Paul was lazily looking around and so I left him, wandering to the sci-fi section and beginning my search.

A loud laugh broke me from my thought and I glanced at the clock. I had been here three hours already, and I had a hefty pile of books next to me. I had a few I've been looking for and a few new ones, though I haven't found a replacement for my ruined one. I looked behind me and saw Paul, just sitting there, staring off into space. Actually he looked to be staring at me, but his eyes were glazed over and I wouldn't be surprised if he was sleeping with his eyes open. He was sitting on a small stool, his chin resting on his fist and he looked positively bored.

I felt a little bad, sure I wanted him to regret this, but he was nice enough to offer to bring me. I looked down at my books again, they could tide me over for a while, at least until I get settled into the new school's library. I suppose we could leave. I sighed, I still hadn't been to a few sections, but I guess I could skip them.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face and he startled. "What! Wassup?"

"I just need to check out and we can go."

He must've heard the hesitance in my voice because he didn't look convinced. "Are you sure?" I didn't reply, I just picked up my finds and walked to the front desk. He followed behind me, not even stumbling a little. I had been moving just a small bit more than him and I felt as though my legs were dead. Of course he just has to be graceful.

We passed a rack on the way and my attention was diverted. He bumped into me but didn't apologize and I felt my jaw clench. An apology would have been nice, and normal, even if it was my fault. I filled it away in my head as another reason I didn't like Big Bad, but otherwise ignored him. I glanced at the titles on the shelf and smiled as I saw one. I grabbed it off the shelf and added it to my pile.

I walked to the register and put my pile on the counter, smiling at the woman as she looked up. I could see Paul practically hovering over the door, barely waiting to leave. She looked over at him and smiled, giving me a wink. My own smile fell and I looked at her like she was crazy. "He's cute," she told me, and I felt my nose scrunch up.

"This is not a date," I grumbled, pulling out my wallet as she priced the books.

She shook her head at me, "No boy would stay in here for that long if he didn't really like the girl." She smiled at me like she knew something I didn't and I scowled at her. "Your total is twenty-three ninety-five."

I pulled out some money and paid her, wishing her a good day as I left. As we exited the store Paul let out a long, exaggerated sigh of relief, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Thank God we are out if that place, that was so boring."

I bristled, "You could have gone somewhere else, you know."

He turned the smirk towards me, lifting his arms over his head and lacing his finger together behind his neck. "But if I left, who would protect you from all the big, scary, bad guys lurking behind every corner?"

"That's rich coming from you, Big Bad." I rolled my eyes, marching to the truck as he followed at a leisurely pace. He didn't bother to open the door again and I was a little disappointed, I guess that was a one time thing. Whatever, once a douche, always a douche, one door being opened for me doesn't change that.

I lifted myself into the truck and he turned to me again, "Where to?"

"Arcade."

He smiled, "Alright!"

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