Chapter seven! Awesome...
Kim and Paul finally go on a date! Okay, so I know that I was hinting at some sort of physical relationship between Paul and Kim but fear not Jared fans! I will not disappoint! For those people who wanted me to include some more of Lila's vampire-boyfriend you are in luck because Zade and his "family" play a semi-important part in the plot. At least it's something. Oh, and I probably won't be updating for a few weeks 'cause I have camp coming up. Tents, great. (Note the sarcasm)
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The ride to Port Angeleswas very quiet. Not one of those uncomfortable-I-don't-know-what-to-say silences either. More like the I'm-perfectly-fine-with-not-talking, comfortable silences. You know the ones. I mostly stared out the window, wondering whether Kris and Jay were going to go to Lee's party, or if they were just going to 'lax out with a bowl of popcorn and their favourite soppy movies. Titanic, The Notebook, whatever they could get their hands on. Personally, I loved actions or comedies, but I sometimes enjoyed taking a break from all of the explosives and funny catch phrases and just watching a good old chic flic.
The full moon hung overhead in the dark sky, clouds surrounding it like some bad horror movie. The road wasn't lit very well, despite the full moon, because all of the looming trees blocking the light. It gave the road some creepy look, making me shiver slightly. And to make matters worse, Paul drove with his headlights off. I'm going to die. Car crash, how tragic.
"Err... what's wrong with your headlights? They broken or something?" I asked anxiously.
"No. I have good eyesight." he replied simply. Oh okay then; that's fine. No need to panic Kim; you're fine. A voice in my head reassured.
"But if you want me to put the headlights on...." he continued, seeing the slightly panicked look I had glued to my face. Ah Paul, always the gentleman.
"No.. it's fine; I trust you." I replied calmly. He didn't say anything to that but I was sure I could see a smile on his face.
Half an hour later we arrived in Port Angeles, thanks to the speedy (but safe) driving of Paul. The parking by the movies was full so he parked up a block away from the movie theatre and walked around to my side of the car to open my door for me. I smiled at him, receiving a devilishly handsome grin in return. I could so get used to this.
"So... what looks interesting?" Paul asked as we stood in line after having walked that block here. A group of girls were giggling and pointing at Paul, then shooting doubtful glances at me. Ugh, bitches.
"Umm.... Well, we could watch er... Wow, we should've thought about this before we left." I sighed.
"Don't worry." He reassured me, taking my hand as we stepped up to the counter. The women, who looked about nineteen or twenty, quickly tried to unnoticeably fix up her blond hair before flashing Paul a blinding smile. God, can't she see that we're together? I mean, we are holding hands and standing too close together for us to be dubbed brother and sister.
Paul bought us tickets to go see Friday The 13th, a classic horror, and then we made our way to the theatres. I smiled at him, but on the inside I was shaking. I hated horrors. Absolutely hated them. Well, at least I'll get to hold on to Paul....
What seemed like eternity later, I came stumbling out of the movie theatre, like I had just gotten off of a rollercoaster. It would've been funny; and if I hadn't been so consumed with fear, I would've laughed. The way those people always seem to do the stupidest things. Like fucking in a forest. Come on! Well, at least I know not to have sex in a tree....
"Oh, are you okay? I'm sorry Kim; Kristen told me you loved horrors. I should'vepicked a different movie. I-" Paul rambled on beside me. I quickly spun around and planted a kiss on his mouth to silence him. It worked. His arms pulled me in closer, seeking to close that space between us. A few people hooted, since seeing two people making out in the middle of the movies is kinda weird. We parted after a few moments and smiled at each other, before I took Paul's hand and led him out of the cinemas.
"I shoulda known I had been set up; Kristen doesn't really like me much, neither does Jaycee." He sighed, swinging our hands in between us. I studied his face for a moment. It seemed that he was pretty beat up about it.
"Don't worry; they'll get used to you. They'll have to." I replied softly, rubbing circles on the back of Paul's hand. I was getting used to the heat emanating from his skin; I was even grateful for it on a cold night like this. Having Paul beside me was like having my own personal furnace.
"Do you wanna get something to eat? And maybe go for a walk afterwards?" Paul asked hopefully.
"It would be my pleasure." I smiled, allowing him to accompany towards the direction of the local diner.
Lila's POV (Two hours earlier)
I sat there, eagerly waiting the return of Zade. He had just went off to answer an important call, leaving me by myself. Every minute we weren't together, I felt like I had lost some part of me. I couldn't explain it; this feeling is very foreign to me. When Zade's around I seem to become a blushing idiot, constantly stumbling over my words. Then when he's not around, I feel... incomplete. Get a grip girl, you're supposed to be an independent individual. I tried to think of something else, to try and distract myself from the feeling, glancing around at the other people in the small restaurant. I saw a family; a young girl and her parents, and felt sad. Five years. That's a long time. And I still miss them all the time. Every so often I find myself seeking my mothers guidance or my fathers encouragement. Out of Kimberly, Matthew and I, Kim probably had been hit the hardest by their death. It was good to know that she had pulled herself out of her depression...
"Oh, sorry Lila. Important call. Had to take it." Zade's melodic voice broke through my revelry. I turned my gaze towards him absently. He smiled at me, he sharp, pearly white teeth gleaming, causing my freaking heart to splutter in my chest. Oh, fuck trying to be independent.
"Oh, uh, it's okay." I replied as Zade sat back in his seat across the booth. I loved the way Zade moved; with such grace and nimbleness (A/N: Is that even a word?. I wonder if he's ever done ballet... I imagined Zade in a pink tutu, dancing around on a stage and chuckled to myslef. Zade gave me a questioning look but I waved it off.
I could tell that Zade was watching me as I sipped my coke, my eyes focusing on the substance in the glass. I silently pondered why he wasn't eating anything. He had been like that at the movies too; he hadn't touched the popcorn or M&M's. The waitress who looked like she was in her mid-thirties returned to our table, smiling warmly at us, her eyes crinkling at the sides.
"Would you like to order now?" She asked. Oh shit, I forgot to check the menu. I quickly scanned the menu, till I decided on a salad.
"Uh, I would like the... um, Caesar salad please?" I said, mentally slapping myself for sounding like such an idiot. The kind waitress quickly scribbled down my order and then asked Zade what he would like.
"Oh, I'll have the steak, extremely rare please, with the salad." Zade replied, his melted honey eyes never leaving my face. Something about his expression told me that he didn't want the steak at all.
"Of course, I'll be back with your orders." she smiled again, walking away, sighing something about "young love".
"So... tell me more about yourself." Zade propped up his elbows on the table, leaning closer. The way he looked at me made me hyperventilate, like he was looking straight into my soul. It was a good feeling, nevertheless.
"Me? Well, I pretty much told you everything last night." I replied, suddenly feeling nervous again.
"Yeah, but I want to know more. And last night you hardly told me a thing. Like... How long have you lived in La Push for?"
"My whole life. My father was part of the Quiluete tribe, and he met my mother who was from the Makah reservation. They fell in love, had me and never wanted to move becasue they thought that La Push was their home." I stated simply.
"Interesting. Would you want to move?"
"I don't really know... I have a home here in La Push with Kim, she has friends here and I would never want to take that away from her. Sometimes I dodream about living in a big city, or maybe going to college and getting a degree but then I realize that I love it here in La Push." I finished with a smile. Zade seemed shocked for a moment but quickly composed himself.
"I think you're right. You really do care about Kim, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. Ever since our parents and grandparents died in a car crash, Matthew, Kim's older brother, Kim and I always stuck together. We weren't really close growing up, mainly because they lived in LA until they moved here when Kim was five and Matt was twelve."
"So, now you look after Kim" he asked but it sounded more of a statement.
"Yep, until she turns eighteen; then she can either move off to college, or stay here in La Push. We've discussed it a few times, and we have thought about maybe selling the house in La Push and going our separate ways; to college or whatever. But, we don't really know what to do at the moment." Zade smiled at me, causing butterflies to errupt in my stomach.
"Enough about me, what about you?" I asked, trying to divert the attention from myself.
"Well, as I told you last night, Akira, Maiya and Kuzon aren't really my brother and sisters. You could say that they were lost, so I took them in. But, even if I hadn't taken them in, I still think they would've gotten along fine without me." Zade leaned back in his chair, his mind drifting off to somewhere else. I admired him, wondering how I could've been so lucky. He slowly came back to Earth and beamed at me.
"Wow, that's very... interesting. So where are their parents?" I asked curiously. Zade immediately went into caution mode, trying to keep the small smile on his face present. "I mean, you don't have to tell me..."
"No, it's not that I don't want to tell you. I do, but..."
"It's not your story to tell? Yeah, I understand. It's like that with Kim; people always ask me about her so I just tell them to ask her." I finished off. Zade propped his elbows back on the table and inclined his head towards me. His skin was very cold, like ice, and I could feel it radiating off of his marble-looking skin. I could feel his sweet breath fanning across my face, making me dizzy abit. His teeth seemed even more sharp from here; dangerous. Like they could cut through skin with ease. I shivered.
"You know Lila, I really like you. I feel like I could tell you anything. Though I'm frightened that that might make you go away. I don't want you to go away, Lila. But, by any means, you must know the truth about me. I don't want this relationship to be based on lies. I'll understand if you don't want me; then it would be better for you." He said in a low tone. I'll understand if you don't want me. What the hell was that suppose to mean?! Of course I'd want you! You're everything I'll ever want! I can't imagine myself living without you. Without you, I'd have no meaning. Oh Zade, I love you! I was just about to exclaim before the waitress came back with out meals in her hands. Oh for fucks sake! She set the food down and quickly asked us if we would like anything else. Yeah, for you to disappear. I though coldly. I knew I was being harsh but she had totally ruined the moment! Zade wrinkled his nose in distaste, but reached for his fork anyway. I nibbled on my lettuce, watching him intently as he cut his very rare steak into pieces. He slowly stuck one in his mouth, chewed it for a second then swallowed it. I could tell that he didn't like it by the way he grimaced, like he had just eaten dirt. It was kinda cute, like a little boy who had just eaten his vegetables becasue his mother said. I giggled, then met Zade's curious gaze and pointed at the fork he was holding gingerly in his hand.
"You looked like a kid who was forced to eat brussle sproats" I snickered again.
"Yeeeeah; I don't like meat too much." He revealed, scrunching up his nose again.
"So then why'd you order it then, silly?"
"Anything to keep you happy darling." He replied sincerely. And right at that moment, I realized that I was in love with Zade.
Paul and I walked along the wharf hand in hand, the moonlight casting its gentle glow down on us. Wow, this was like a scene out of a movie. And what amazed me more was that it wasn't raining for once.
We stopped and sat on a bench, just caught up in the perfect moment. I leaned my head against his arm, sighing. Paul's t-shirt seemed abit too small for him, because it hugged his toned arms. I caught sight of a strange tattoo on his upper arm and tilted my head to the side.
"Nice tattoo." I complimented, taking in the deatails. It was obvious that Paul hadn't been completely here until I had spoken.
"Uh, yeah. It means tribal pride. Sam, Jared and I all have the same one." he replied, hesitating slightly when he mentioned Jared. Puh-lease, I'm soooo over him.
"Yeah, it's cool. I have a few tattoos too." I said, showing him the tattoo around my ankle.
"I didn't know you had tattoos." Paul said, astonished by this new revelation.
"Yeah, neither did I until the next morning." I replied, laughing.
"What do you mean?" Paul asked, confused.
"It seems that getting tattoos is mine, Kristal's and Jaycee's favourite drunken activity."
"Really? So, you would get a tattoo then wake up in the morning with no memory of getting a tattoo?"
"Yup. I remember when I was fifteen, the girls and I went out to a party in Port Angeles and when we woke up, we had each others names tattooed on both of our hips. Jeez, my cousin almost had a heart attack when she saw them."
"Cool. So... could I see them?" Paul asked suggestively. I shrugged then lifted up the hem of my top. Kristal's name was inked in crimson red while Jaycee's name was inked in violet. I let him examine them for a few seconds then let my top drop.
"You know Kim; I never would have pegged you for the type of girl who would get inked for life." Paul said, gazing down at me.
"That just proves that you should never judge a book by its cover." I quoted, smiling.
"I'm glad I didn't judge you too early." he replied, smiling. One sentence was all it took. All it took for me to fall complete and utterly in love with Paul De Sigo.
There you go! I hope you liked it! It wasn't much, but I loved it. It was so fluffy! But, please, don't get too caught up in Paul and Kim. Some people are probably wondering when Jared's going to make an appearance. I'll get around to it, I promise.
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