Chapter 13: Mixed Emotions

At 10:30 the next morning, Laura woke up to hear muffling around in the room. She sat up and rubbed her eyes watching Paul go through his bag. "Paul." She yawned. "What are you doing?"

He opened the curtains causing Laura to be blinded by the sunlight. "Damnit." She squinted her eyes .

"It's after 10:30." He laughed. "You're supposed to be taking care of me."

Laura sat up and grumbled. "Speaking of, is someone walking without crutches?" She looked down at his leg and looked up at him.

"Damn, you caught me." He laughed and grabbed ahold of his crutches.

"Better." She got up and went to take a shower, then changed.

She ran downstairs , looking around. "Where is everyone?" She shouted and sat on the couch.

"Paul's making breakfast, John is still asleep." Sara replied coming out of the kitchen.

"Paul making breakfast?" She repeated and went into the kitchen to see him flipping some eggs.

"Paul, you really don't have to. You're here to relax." She took the spatula from him.

"No, I insist." He took it back from her and continued.

"Well if you're going to be fussy about it." She laughed."I better go wake John." She headed towards the door. "Speaking of." Paul remembered. "I forgot, remember I told you I had something to tell you last night?" He asked turning the oven gas lower.

"Oh yeah, what was that about?" She leaned against the wall waiting for a response.

"I overheard him on the phone, seems as though he's fooled you again and wanted to get closer to you. He made up the whole thing." Paul sighed waiting for her to react.

Laura didn't know what to think. She didn't want to jump to conclusions and say Paul was lieing, because he definitely didn't seem like that type of person, plus he was right about John last time.

"Paul, I know you hate John…" She said looking up at him.

"You think I'm lieing again don't you?" He sighed looking away.

"I don't know Paul, I 'm not going to jump to conclusions by honestly…" She didn't know what else to say.

"Right." He put the spatula down and walked out of the kitchen.



Laura finished making breakfast, her mind elsewhere the whole time. She just felt completely stressed, she didn't know who to trust anymore and a big part of her knew Paul had to be telling the truth, but she felt bad that she reacted the way she did to Paul.

She placed the plates with eggs and bacon on the table as she went into the living room. "Breakfast is ready." She looked around to only see her sister Sara.

Sara got up and went into the kitchen as Laura looked around. She went into the spare bedroom to find John still asleep, just in his black briefs.

She shook him lightly turning him over onto his back. Her eyes moved down to his clearly hard dick through his briefs. She bit her lip as John stirred and opened his eyes. He sat up against the headboard and looked at her. "Hey uh, breakfast is ready." She twisted her mouth, her eyes moving back down to Johns boner. John smirked."I'll be there in a few minutes." He got up pulling some pants on as Laura watched, turning into a gaze. He zipped his pants up and grabbed a shit. "You coming?" He laughed as Laura shook her head to regain composure.

"Oh wait. I had to ask you something and I want the truth." She said softly as John sat down beside her. "Alright, what is it?" He asked. "Why are you here, no wait, why are you really here?" She looked at him with a serious facial expression wanting the answer.

John sighed and got up. "Alright. I lied. Well, in a way. The truth is, no one really gives me a chance, they see me as cocky 100 percent of the time and that's just not how it is. It's like everyone jumps to that conclusion and I wish, just once someone would give me the chance to show them how good of a person I can be." He responded honestly and continued. "I'm sorry Laura, for saying I'd call when I knew I wouldn't and for taking advantage of you, I guess I…"

Laura didn't let him continue, she could tell by the tone of his voice, he really meant it. She got up and moved close to him. Before she knew it, she was locking her lips with his. She broke the kiss and looked up at him as Paul watched from the door. "I forgive you." She replied softly as John smiled.

Paul only saw the kiss and went back into the kitchen to eat, mumbling to himself on the way back.

He sat down beside Sara as she glanced at him, she could tell he was not in a good mood. "You alright Paul?"

Paul took a sip of his milk and put the glass down. "Sure, nice to see your sister has forgiven John for lieing again." He shrugged as Sara nodded confused about the whole situation.

Laura and John walked into the kitchen, Laura sat in front of Paul as John sat beside her.

After a few minutes of silence Laura looked up from her plate. "So are we going to sit here for two weeks and not talk?" Laura gave everyone a questioned look.

Everyone began talking a few minutes later, except Paul. He stayed quiet in his own thoughts, and started to regret coming to stay with Laura.



Laura glanced at him noticing and sighed. She got up and put her plate in the sink. "Paul, can we talk?"

Paul nodded and got up going into the living room. Laura followed and brought his crutches out for him. She sat beside him. "I noticed you've been quiet, so what's going on?"

"I saw you forgave John already." He replied instantly and looked at her.

"Paul he's just in need of some support. The thing is no one believes he can be a good guy, and I want to give him a chance to prove that he can be. Please Paul, just don't make things hell for all of us the next couple of weeks."

Paul grabbed his crutches and stood up. "I'm sorry for causing so much trouble." He rolled his eyes and opened the front door going outside.

Laura followed. "Paul, wait, where are you going?" She grabbed him lightly turning him around.

"Home…" He mumbled and got into the cab.

The cab pulled away as Laura watched it go down the road.

Laura sat on the front steps and looked around. She felt water. She looked up and there was no rain. She placed her hands on her cheeks and realized, she was crying. She realized how much he meant to her, if she was shedding tears like this over him leaving, she knew she cared about that man.

"I'm sorry Paul." She sighed and wiped the tears away.