Okay, so I am including some of another chapter from the last story but I am re-doing some of this one and then the part with the baseball scene. Paul was too nice. (;

Paul came over early the next morning. A few hours early in fact. I'd threatened him well. I could use this effect I had on him as an advantage. Mwahaha-

"Gabby?" Paul interrupted me mid-cackle.

"Ha-ha!" I blurted aloud. I hope he didn't make me explain myself. Diversion Gabz, quick! I threw myself into his arms and kissed him as passionately as I could in such an awkward situation. I think he fell for it because he didn't ask even after I broke away and jumped down. Yes, jumped down. He's gotta be like 7 feet tall.

"Good morning." He planted another kiss on my forehead. It sounds sweet and it really was, with all the effort he put into it. He had to bend his knees and everything, just to get down to my level. Being the jerk that I am, I didn't bother standing on my tippy toes to meet him half way.

"You're early." I stated, putting my hands in my pockets and rocking slightly.

"I asked to switch patrol with someone. So that I could be here. For you." Was he trying to guilt trip me? Wouldn't work buddy. This is for my sister. If what I was doing to Paul was wrong, my reason for doing it made it right. There's a word for that but I forgot it. Damn my small vocabulary. "Um, what do you usually do in the morning?"

"Feed my dog and pick up his poop, which I'm about to attempt to convince you to do for me." I squinted my eyes and smiled, trying to be cute.

"Feed it?" he asked. Ha-ha. Feed it. I shook my head slowly, maintaining my 'trying to be cute' look. He sighed and headed for the shovel and bag I'd motioned to with my hand. That was easy. Too easy. I hope he knew I would abuse my power and test its limits until it faltered. Not that I plan on telling him. He'll figure it out.

I skipped over to Koda's large bin of dog food, scooping out a very large dog bowl full then removing some to make room for the beef stew I'd prepared for him. He waited, with his tail wagging and drool dripping.

"Sit." I commanded. He followed. "Down. Good boy. Now stay." I held out one finger as I slowly put the bowl down then stood up. As much as it killed him, he didn't budge. I'd seen this in a movie and taught it to him. It was torture but he could handle it. The discipline is good for him. I guess you could call it 'tough love'. "Eat." Just as I said the word, he lunged for the bowl and devoured its contents. I was satisfied and began to look for Paul.

"All done baby?" I used the name he'd call me yesterday and fought the urge to attempt yet another wink. He nodded. He didn't smell good like he had when he'd arrived. I wonder what he uses and if I would get high off it if I bought it and sniffed it as much as I wanted to.

"You wanna take a shower? My dad already left and Bella should be done." I offered. He grinned. That can't be good.

"You stink too. You want to take one with me, baby?" he made sure to emphasize the word 'baby'. Oh, he's good. But it wouldn't be that easy.

"Ai baby, you wish. I'll wait till you're done." I smirked and turned on my heel, expecting him to follow me inside and to the bathroom. Which he did. I gave him a towel and he didn't ask for any soap so I figured he'd brought some in his backpack. I like a man who's always prepared, I'll tell you that much.

When he came out smelling like whatever he used, I knew I was correct. I had to find out what it was. Did he always bring toiletries? Maybe that's what's always in his backpack, because the way it folds inward tells me there's no notebooks inside. Not to mention he's asked me for paper several times. Maybe I'll buy him a notebook. Would that be a nice gift? Or would he get offended and think I was trying to say he couldn't afford common school supplies? Only one way to find out, but I'll save it for another day.

I hopped in the shower after him and took my sweet time. When I was dressed and ready, Edward was already waiting downstairs. Bella was eating with Paul and they'd prepared a plate of food for me next to him. Bella wore a khaki skirt and deep plum blouse. Edward was also dressed semi-formally.
I looked to Paul and noticed he was looking sexy in faded jeans, a semi-fit black shirt with a word or too in black letters, and a leather jacket. Come to think of it, I'd only seen him in jeans for the first time yesterday. Was he dressing up for me? How sweet. I wonder if he dressed up to go see Rachel. Stop it.

I decided to wear a short dress. I don't usually pay much attention to my clothes, well maybe a little, but I wanted to take Bella's special day seriously. Besides You can't look like a hobo in front of vampires. Especially ones inviting you for lunch.

My dress is black on the sides and navy blue in the middle, vertically, for a slimming effect. There are pieces of black fabric sewn at the hip level to emphasize the wearer's curve, not that I need it. It also has an oval-shaped opening in the back that ends at the lower back. Paul made me wear my black fitted blazer-like jacket over it. He said it'd be chilly, but I suspected he didn't like me showing skin. Either way it was thoughtful of him so I did as told. I topped off my outfit with black close-toed heels, hiding my ugly feet and making me five inches taller.

It was the cherry on top of the Sunday. I really out did myself today.

I waited until we were walking out of the house to put my heels on. I didn't feel like shuffling like an idiot around the house.

I hope Paul wouldn't be turned off by the fact that I don't know how to walk in heels. Or that I'm stupid enough to wear them when I don't. Or that I even bothered buying heels.

If he said anything, I'd defend myself. I'd have to learn somehow. I'm a girl, I can't live my life without wearing heels at least once or twice. Even Bella, the accident-prone trouble magnet, owned a pair of heels. Which she didn't wear today. Okay, well she's a decent height and her boyfriend isn't as tall as mine. Stop judging me!

Really. Arguing with myself? Or should I be more concerned that I was judging myself.

As soon as we got to their old white house that was in the middle of the woods, Edward got out and opened the door for Bella. Since Paul and I were in the backseat I could have followed him and exited through the same door he did but instead I waited for him to come around and open my door.

Which he didn't. I rolled the window down so only my eyes would be visible, staring at his back while he stared at the Cullen's house.

After a few minutes, he still didn't notice me so I cleared my throat. Very loudly. He jumped and turned around in one motion.

I was impressed but I made sure not to show it.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows. He didn't get it. I sighed and opened the door, slamming it, then shuffling as angrily as a girl could. I stood a few feet in front of him and crossed my arms and put all my weight on my right leg making my hip stick out to one side.

Bitch look. Success.

Edward cleared his throat in a polite fashion and nowhere near as loud as I had. Had he been holding the door open for a while now? I think I should've felt embarrassed but I didn't.

I shuffled inside with my chin held high. Even when I peered over my shoulder at Paul, I kept my chin up in a snobbish manner. When he just stood outside despite Edward inviting him in, I thought of a devious plan to coerce him into following.

"It's so warm in here." Ever so slowly I peeled off my jacket, one sleeve at a time. I hung the jacket on the Cullen's very intricately detailed wooden coat rack, who I would like to thank for inspiring said devious plan. I took one last glance at Paul, who didn't look like a happy camper, before stretching my arms. "Much better."

It was like magic. One moment he was outside, next moment he was behind me putting my jacket back on.

"Do you have a fever baby?" he put the back of his hand on my neck, "It's better if you just sweat it out. Get that bug outta your system.". I shrugged, and tried to control my smile.

I had won. Again.

I'd have to buy a coat rack for our house as a token of my gratitude to coat racks everywhere and in celebration of my victory.

Edward led us upstairs. Bella inquired about a cross or something. I wasn't paying much attention. I was determined to walk as gracefully as possible and not fall flat on my face.

"If you guys would be more comfortable taking your shoes off, you can put them here." Edward didn't mention my name but he was looking directly at me as he said it and pointed to a shoe rack.

What really bothered me was that their shoe rack was upstairs. Did they come through the window or something? And why had no one seen this? Sure, it's in the middle of the woods but don't people come hunting around here? Well, it's their land so maybe people don't.

Satisfied with the conclusion I'd made, I took my heels off and placed them on the shoe rack. Bella and Paul followed suit, most likely to hide the fact Edward had only offered because of my obvious struggle. Edward wasn't wearing shoes. I wondered for how long.

I'm going to watch his feet from now on.

Edward looked like a regular teenage boy bringing his girlfriend home for the first time. Maybe it was his first time. How cute.

Another thing that bugged me was that their kitchen was upstairs. It was the first time I'd seen it, and my OCD just didn't like it, making me anxious.

"Bella, we're making italiano for you." And just like that all my anxiety disappeared. I love Italian food! The lady, who Edward introduced as Esme, his "mom", seemed excited. It was almost human. It was really cute as well.

Bella said something in Italian and Esme replied. Where did she learn Italian? And why didn't I? Oh yeah, I chose Spanish. Sorry to all the Italian entities out there, Spanish is just really, really sexy. I like Italian too but Spanish just appeals to me more. I'm still proud of my heritage though.

I didn't pay attention to the rest of the conversation until the pretty blonde girl somehow broke a glass bowl. I jumped and Paul growled. Bella apologized, explaining how she knows they don't eat so she ate before coming. So, Bella had angered Blondie?

Esme was touched and said it was very considerate of her.

The blonde girl started ranting about the whole situation being dangerous for us all. Bella joked about it ending badly meant she would become the meal. The others chuckled politely.

I thought it was funny. Ha-ha, Bella made a funny. Her head snapped in my direction when I laughed too hard. She didn't look too happy with me. I didn't know why. I was just being supportive.

Before Bella could say anything, that weird spacy girl, Alice came from the tree. If vampires could do drugs, she had to be high like 99% of the time or something. She was too cheerful. All the time. She came in through the window too.

Aha! I knew it.

She came up to Bella and hugged her.

"Oh, you do smell good." I hoped she was referring to Bella's new floral scented deodorant or perfume. Her eyes went to me and Paul. "You," she pointed to me, "Not so much." She insulted me. While still sounding sweet about it. It was too sweet and gross, like a diabetic foot or something. I hated her already.

"Smells like wet dog shit." The blonde girl said, also looking at me and Paul. At least she wasn't faking being kind.

"Really? All I smell is dry bitch."

"Gabz!" Bella gasped.

I wasn't about to let anyone insult me. I didn't care if Bella would hate me. Blondie started it. I was taken aback though, when Blondie started laughing. She even clapped her hands as she laughed harder.

"I like her." She said pointing at me.

The fact that she found it comical and seemed to understand that I had the right to defend myself made me like her too. She was a lot like me. Except way beautifuller. Is that a word? If it isn't I'm making it one now because the situation calls for it.

I approached her and held out my hand. She took it and shook my hand in a very lady like way. I felt the urge to bow and kiss her hand, but fought it. The way she was looking at me, she might mistake it for flirting. Is she a lesbian or something? I could've sworn she was with the big guy.

I saw in the corner of my eye, a very angry looking Paul.

"Baby, calmate. (Calm down) You look ugly when you're mad." I patted his face. It didn't help, even with my attempt at Spanish, and possibly made things worse. He seemed to be struggling to calm himself. If he phased, it would not be good.

And so what if I was speaking Spanish to show Bella and Esme they weren't the only ones who could speak another language! They had to know.

Carlisle, and yes, everyone in Forks knows his name, introduced Jasper, who seemed to be in pain.

"It's okay Jasper, you won't hurt her." Alice reassured. Damn straight he wouldn't. He better not. I glared at him until Edward caught on and decided to show us the rest of the house. Paul was unhappy about it, and kept a grimace on his face but followed me upstairs.

As soon as we were in another room, going up yet another stair, Bella scolded me. But seriously how many stories was this place?

"Gabz, you promised you'd behave." She said in a low voice. Luckily Edward was there to defend me. Maybe he was an alright guy. Unless he killed my sister. Not alright.

"No, it's okay Bella. They started it. They promised to behave too. Rose seemed to like Gabz. And no Gabz, she's not a lesbian." Did he read my mind? What the hell. "Your face kind of says what you're thinking, Gabz. You make very… expressive faces." I looked to Bella, who nodded in agreement then to Paul who was suddenly fascinated in a painting on the wall. He was avoiding my gaze. Ha-ha, nice try Paul, I know you're not into art. "But I can't read your mind as clearly as others. Same with your dad.". Paul was suddenly interested in the conversation now.

"Oh, so you read minds. Cool. " I suddenly felt self-conscious about my odd thoughts. Trying not to think anything weird only made me do so more, including a naked Paul and his winky being much larger than the one in my textbook. The cringe on Edward's face told me he'd read that. I hoped he wasn't like bi or gay because he's gorgeous and could possibly turn Paul gay too using his vampire powers and whatnot. He made an offended face so he probably read that thought, but he didn't acknowledge it.

"I'm not sure if you're thoughts are not clear because I just can't pick it up, like a signal on a radio, or if they're too fast for me to read. It's probably the first though. I can't read Bella's mind at all so it's possibly something in your family."

"Or there's nothing going on in her head. Or she's got something wrong with her in the head." Making me mentally challenged too. It'd make sense.

Bella rolled her eyes at me. I hoped I wasn't ruining this for her. I'll just shut up.

At that thought, Edward chuckled. Stay out of my head jerk. Ever heard of privacy? Jeez. What a creeper.

"Graduation caps?" Bella asked while pointing at a large frame with many different colored graduation hats on it. Because he's a vampire. And they keep going back to high school and graduating. Ahaha. I get it.

"Yeah… it's kind of an inside joke we have." Edward is weird. A different kind then me. I like to think my weirdness is cuter. His is kind of creepy. He seems nervous. He led us up to his room.

Now normally I'd suspect him of plotting to kill me, bringing me to such a high secluded area, but Paul was here so I felt safe. There was no way they'd be plotting together. Ha. Werewolf and vampires getting along. That's a good one.

"No bed?" Oh Bella, you nasty little devil, you.

Edward smirked at me before explaining that he didn't sleep. I think he was trying to make the conversation less dirty. I approved. I didn't want to know about my sister's sexual life, however juicy it may or may not be.

There goes Edward with that look again. If he didn't like my thoughts he should stay out of them. I decided to leave the two love birds to do their possible dirty deeds, taking Paul by the hand and leading him back downstairs and outside. I'd seen enough to know Bella was probably safe and had to put Paul out of his misery.

"It's not what you're thinking Gabz!" Edward called out just before I started descending the first flight of stairs. I smiled at him in a way that said I didn't believe him.

"What were you thinking?" Paul asked as soon as we were outside. He took a deep breath as if he'd been holding his the entire time.

"You really don't want to know." He didn't ask again. He either figured it out or decided he didn't want to know.

I noticed something in the top of the trees. Is that Bella? It is. Is Edward crazy? Bella is an extremely accident-prone person. The type that would fall from a such a tall, tall tree. I ran after them, Paul catching up and getting ahead of me in no time. Stupid short legs. They finally stopped at one tree. I caught my breath for a moment in order to prepare my lungs to scream as loud as they could.

"BELLA? GET DOWN YOU'RE GOING TO FALL!" And die. I didn't say it because I don't like to be pessimistic. "EDWARD! YOU BETTER GET HER DOWN IN ONE PIECE. NOW!" he smiled at me. The ass. "PRONTO!" He didn't budge." CHOP CHOP MISTER!" He didn't even flinch. And he had the nerve to keep smiling at me. What a dick. "I'm going to climb up there!". They both laughed. Even Paul let out a chuckle.

He stopped when I gave him the death glare and he pretended to cough. 'Atta boy. I soon realized why they were laughing. The lowest branch on the tree was about 8 feet up.

Oh, ha-ha.

Laugh at the vertically challenged girl then.

One point for Edward.

The Cullens invited us to come play baseball today. I wasn't sure if Rosalie sincerely liked me or just wanted me to come and ruin Bella's day but Edward said she'd requested for me to come. Even if she's not a lesbian. Not that I have anything against that kind of thing. I think I'm borderline bisexual.

Forget I said that because I've put a lot of effort in keep that in the closet.

I agreed as long as Paul could come, which took a lot of convincing. He didn't want anything to do with the Cullens. I told him I'd go without him anyway, he finally agreed. Edward and his family are nice people but I'm not going with a bunch of people I just met in the middle of the woods. Especially with the approaching thunder storm I saw on the Weather Channel.

And so, what if I watch the Weather Channel. You would too if you were as scared of thunder as I am. Bella hates cold weather. I love it but both of us share a strong phobia for thunder. We used to hide together when we were younger.

Good times.

Did I mention Edward composed on song for Bella on the piano? I'm pretty sure I love Paul even if he doesn't play piano. But if he did, and he made a song for me?

I'd make love to him right on top of that piano.

Bella really is a lot prettier than me.

But then again, who needs good looks when you have such a lovable and charismatic personality?

Am I right or, am I right.

Yesterday we ate at the Diner with dad and her guy friend, Mike, kept trying to get her attention. I can't say I was too envious though when he shook his ass like a wild man in front of our window. Has he no shame? I'm going to tell Edward.

Edward's starting to grow on me. Much to Paul's displeasure. It was like having another big brother figure, in addition to all the other ones I had on the reserve. He was different though, less protective and more open-minded, kind of like Jacob without the temper. So more like a twin brother. Except for the fact that he's dating my sister. That'd be weird.

My dad asked if Bella wanted to go join her friends. I choked on a French fry when an image of Bella, dancing in the same manner as Mike, came into my mind. Bella refused thankfully. My dad got frustrated and told her it was a Friday night and she should get out.

He never tells me to go out.

I guess he didn't need to. Well, before I'd met Paul that is. I'd bailed out on Nikki and Cam twice now. Port Angeles was no longer appealing to me. Maybe if Paul would agree to come along.

Dad commented that Mike seemed to be fond of Bella. Bella's response cracked me up.

"Yeah, he's a good buddy." The image of Bella dancing with Mike outside the window came into my thoughts. Bella doesn't joke often either, but when she does it's always a real couch kicker. I laughed, causing them both to look at me funny. I pretended to cough and continued to eat my burger. Bella doesn't share my positive outlook on life and sunny disposition. Neither does Dad. Neither do they seem to find the humor in everything like I do.

Was my mother this way? She had to have had a rebellious streak to get pregnant out of wedlock with a man not from the tribe. A man who already had a wife and child at the time. I like to think she loved my dad as much as he loves Renee. Like Renee loves her new husband. It's like a never-ending chain of love.

I don't think what you can go wrong with love. Therefore, they were all doing the right thing by going after the one they love.

Speaking of Renee, I overheard her and Bella talking on the phone last night. Some might say dad and I had been eavesdropping but I say we were just in the right place, at the right time; the time and place being right outside Bella's door as soon as we heard her cellphone ring. Everyone seemed to be asking Bella about the boys, including Renee. She suddenly said she had to go and I had this unusual feeling that Edward had arrived.

"Dad she said goodbye, she might come out. Go!" I said in a hushed tone and pushed him towards his room, so he wouldn't catch Edward's voice. Well, Edward would've felt our presence and made Bella stay quiet until we left but I made us leave sooner.

You are welcome, Bella.

I hoped she would do the same for me because Paul had decided he was going to stop by at the house before or after his late-night patrols. And on nights when he didn't have patrol.

"Hey baby." He said, climbing through my window scaring me half to death. I was so shocked I couldn't scream. It was a good thing at the time but if I ever get snuck up on by a serial killer, it will be a very bad thing. Paul interrupted my thoughts by giving me a big ol' bear hug, lifting me several inches off the floor and nearly cutting off my air supply. "Baby, why're you hotter than usual?" he put his hand on my neck and forehead.

"I've been dieting." I smiled slyly, knowing he was talking about my body temperature. He seemed to find it funny. But not for the same reason I did.

"You? Diet?" Oh, harhar Paul. "Seriously though." He put on a straight face and looked and me expectantly. I guess I'd have to give a serious answer before he got annoyed.

"We ran out of Children's Tylenol." I looked into the distance to emphasize what a tragedy it was.

"Why didn't you say anything? I'll get you some right now at the pharmacy." He almost jumped out the window but I held onto his arm to stop him. He turned to me with a questioning look.

"I don't feel feverish anymore. I think I'll just sleep on it." I really didn't. I was feeling pretty good actually seeing as Paul was in the room. "Why don't you spend the night?" I locked the door to make sure my dad would knock before coming in. "And wipe that smile off your face. I'm not ready for that. I just want you to rest because you have to kick ass at baseball tomorrow. Did you bring clothes?" He usually brought extra clothes because of the whole ripping his clothes and turning into a werewolf thing could happen if he couldn't control his temper. I didn't expect that he'd bring a few pairs...

"I won't be kicking ass at baseball tomorrow. I'm just going because you are. I am not playing with leeches." He growled and I sighed. As fun as I thought it might be, Paul didn't agree. It'd taken all his strength not to phase and attack the Cullens last time. He wasn't fond of Bella either because she was dating a vampire.

I didn't bother preparing my things and left it for last minute. I always do. I just don't feel I can pick out the right outfit until the morning of an event.

Paul slept only in his boxers, and changed right in front of me. I was not as bold as him and made him lie face-down on the bed with a pillow over his head, while I changed into my favorite silk pajamas. If the feel of these against his skin didn't get him to fall head over heels in love with me, I didn't know what would.

When we arrived, I realized quickly that Rosalie and I had dressed similarly. I wore a black long sleeve much like hers. I'd worn a dark red, almost maroon. My pants were the same white fitting baseball ones but they had a black line down them. I wore solid maroon socks and black shoes. My baseball cap was black with a red-outlined white letter 'S' on it.

'S' for Spartans of course.

"Well, well, well. Great minds really do think alike." Rosalie smiled. "What do you play? We're doing girls versus boys."

"I think it'd be best if I just pitch." I replied after a moment's pause. I'd debated whether I would tell the truth, and did so. If I hadn't I'd be forced to play and embarrass myself. I glanced at Paul who was leaning against a tree. I didn't think it was possible but looked even more unhappy now that I'd offered to play. He shook his head 'no' and I rolled my eyes, turned around and crossed my arms. He couldn't stop me.

"That makes four of us then." Rosalie said, her pretty eyebrows stitched together.

"I don't play." Bella added. Rosalie looked disgusted like Bella was a cockroach that wouldn't die.

"That's alright. We need a catcher. Jasper dear, would you come play on our team." Esme smiled. She was warm and motherly but for some reason they all followed anything she said. Something behind her eyes told me, there was another side of her that could be very frightening if you got on her bad side.

So, it was Edward, Emmett, and Carlisle against Alice, Rosalie, Esme, and Jasper.

I had a feeling Jasper was really good at baseball if Esme chose him.

I had no idea how right I was.

Rosalie bat first. I threw a straight ball but she missed. She swung higher than most players.

Bella called the strike. I would've kept my mouth shut if I was her.

I made sure to throw higher, right where I knew Rosalie swung. She almost hit a home run but Edward was too fast, getting her out right at fourth base.

"Come on babe, it's just a game." Emmett called.

Alice had good aim. Maybe she had a vision of how I would throw for her. She hit the first ball and ran fast. She stopped running at second base even though she could have made it to third. She played it safe.

Esme hit on the second. I adjusted my pitch to match her swing like I had with Rosalie's. She only tried for first base and Alice stayed at third. Emmett and Edward crashed into each other while trying to catch the ball.

Jasper was good but Edward was ready for him. Edward ran as soon as he hit the ball. He passed it to Emmett, who threw to Paul. He had been waiting for Alice at fourth base.

Alice was the third out so the teams switched.

I was warmed up by that time so I threw curve balls at the boys. I'd deny it if you said I was being biased.

Edward didn't hit hard enough and was too cocky about his speed. He was out at fourth. Serves him right. I laughed in his face but he wasn't a bad sport and chuckled a bit.

Emmett hit hard and Alice stopped at the end of the field.

Was it too far for her to chase?

Paul was suddenly at my side. "We're leaving." he commanded.

"What? Why?" I whined.

"There's more leeches." He spat. "Why the hell did you invite more of you?" He accused Edward. He was shaking.

"We didn't invite anyone." Edward argued. "Hide them.". Paul seemed reluctant but agreed.

The vampires all seemed to sense something and went running towards Bella. Paul picked me up and threw me over his shoulder on his way there. Edward wanted to leave but Carlisle said it was too late. He instructed Bella to put hers down. Mine was already down so maybe that's why he didn't tell me to. At least that's what I liked to believe.

Bella stood behind me, next to Edward. Paul stood in front of me and the rest made a semi-circle in front of him.

Three vampires appeared. A dark-skinned man with dreads, a blonde guy with a ponytail who could've passed for a John Smith from Pocahontas impersonator, and...

Drew Barrymore?

Okay not quite. She looked too mean and flawless to be Drew. Her nose bridge was skinnier and she was a lot paler.

Phew. I thought Charlie's Angels had replaced Lucy Lu with a Jamaican man and Cameron Diaz had gotten a sex change.

"I believe this belongs to you." The man in the dreads tossed the ball back to Carlisle, who thanked him. He then introduced himself as Laurent, the girl as Victoria, and Mr. Ponytail as James. James was a major creeper and had taken interest in my sister.

Yeah, accident-prone trouble magnet Bella, as always.

Carlisle introduced each one of us and said we were a family. Victoria was frowning at Paul.

How dare she come up in here and mean mug my man. Oh hell no. We can't have that. I was shaking in anger until Paul gave my hand a squeeze to calm me down. So, I'm that weak to his touch. I looked up to see his face, he was looking at me oddly.

Carlisle explained that their hunting had caused a bit of a problem. Psh. A bit. Paul's head snapped towards Carlisle. These were the vampires the wolves had been searching for. He began to shake more and more, breathing heavily, trying to calm himself but it wasn't working. He didn't phase but he lunged at the vampires but they jumped out of the way.

"Paul!" I cried out, there was three of them and just one of him. I didn't trust that the Cullens would pick a side. Paul jumped back towards me when I pushed past the Cullens. I looked him in the eyes, "Let them deal with it. Don't start anything." I whispered, "You can't phase m, Bella's here.". He nodded.

The three vampires seemed startled, they must have smelled that he was a wolf. Laurent seemed sincere in his apologies, something about them just passing through. He requested to play and Carlisle accepted. He said some of us were just leaving anyways, meaning Bella, Paul, and I. Just as they were heading to the outfield, the wind blew and they caught Bella's scent. James was especially interested.

He was tilting his head like a curious puppy. Except for that evil look in his eye that made the hairs on my arms stand. Creeper Creepy McCreep-Creep, I dubbed him. I could imagine myself doing so like the Queen of England, tapping a sword on both of his shoulders.

I wonder if I was the Queen of England in a past life.

If I was, I'd make sure to abuse the privilege of telling off anyone who sarcastically said 'Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England.'. I'd just be like, 'No. I'm the Queen of England', leaving out the small insignificant detail that it was in a past life. Just as I was merrily daydreaming, the wanna-be John Smith spoke.

And yes, I'm assuming he did want to be John Smith because why the hell else would he style his hair in such a manner. Long hair was cool way back in like the 70's. The Quileute kids being and exception of course because it's a tradition we've had way before the 70's. I bet they stole the idea from us. It looks better on Jacob anyway.

I should tell him to tie it in a ponytail so he'd be like a Native American John Smith. Or even better, like John Smith and Pocahontas's lovechild, because I know that you and I both hate the other John guy from the second movie.

"Oh, look you brought a snack." He started towards Bella. Edward hissed, baring his fangs. Paul growled. James seemed even more amused. I wasn't surprised. I think I'll add to his newly given name.

Creeper Creepy McCreep-Creep Creepington, the Third, because I'm sure his dad and grandpa had the same creeper genes he carried.

"They even brought the dog. How sweet." She insulted my man. I didn't think I could hate this rude Victoria lady more than I did at that moment. She sure proved me wrong. "And is this the doggie's toy?". I hope she didn't mean me. Or do I? Because if she meant Rachel, she had really crossed the line and was now either the delusional wife or sister of Sir Creepington, the Third.

I stopped walking and turned around slowly towards her. I was really shaking now. The world was now a red blur.

Paul held me in his arms which helped to calm me down. He was looking at my oddly, the way I was shaking. "Don't let her get to you." He whispered.

He was right. She was just trying to get me. Who the hell was she anyways? Some half-way dead girl who came into other people's territory acting like she owned the place? She didn't know me. And Paul was a big wolf, not a dog, that would rip her limb from limb if she kept at it.

Not in front of Bella though. She'd find out about the big secret and get scared and yeeeeah. It just would not be good.

Back to my previous rant, I am sure as shit not his toy! If anything, I own that gorgeous wolf man!

When I tried to look back at her, Paul held my head to his chest to stop me. His hard, very muscular chest. And his scent. God, what is that magnificent smell? Is it his soap? Cologne? Deodorant?

Before I could contemplate a way to find out what he used, I was yet again flung over Paul's shoulder and he was running to the car. Err, jeep thingy. He wasn't very gentle when he threw me into the back seat, jumped in, and shut the door behind him.

Edward forced Bella into the front seat putting on her seatbelt in such a rush, Bella screamed at him.

Is it just me or is this kind of a bad moment to arguing about seatbelts? I guess I can't really say anything because I was thinking about Paul's chest and delectable scent during a vampire showdown.

He buckled on my seat belt too.

I was glad he did. Edward was driving like a madman who just escaped from an asylum. Bella wasn't helping by demanding to know what was going on. I thought it was pretty obvious that Creepington wanted to suck her blood but maybe it's because I'm just so smart. Or not.

Apparently, there was more to it. Creepington was a tracker Edward was explaining. Personally, I thought it was a swell match and a way to vent his creepiness. I'd be happy for him if he wasn't after my sister. Edward wanted to take her far away and hide her from him until he was able to kill Creepington. Bella refused to leave dad.

I agreed 100% with Edward.

"Turn around Edward." I demanded, "Bella has to lead him away from dad. Paul and I will stay. He'll watch over him and I'll make sure he doesn't get too hurt from Bella leaving." I next turned to Bella, "Bells, you have to promise me though," she nodded, "that you'll come straight back as soon as Creeper is dead.".

I knew it was just the name for him. Bella didn't need to ask who I meant. I concluded that it was common knowledge that he was the creepiest creature to walk the earth.

At the house, Bella showed her acting skills by faking a break-up with Edward and leaving. She repeated what Renee had said when she'd left our dad.

It was a low blow and I almost felt angry at her. Until I realized dad wouldn't have let her go any other way.

As soon as her car pulled away, dad ran outside and down the road in the direction they'd driven. Paul and I tailed behind him. I could feel my eyes getting wet and that odd feeling in my throat that you get when you stop yourself from crying.

When the car was out of sight, he got down on his knees. It was déjà vu. He'd done the same thing when Renee left.

This time though, he threw himself on the ground and sobbed. Something I'd never seen him do before.

My role model. The man who raised me and taught me everything I knew. The one who made me love life. My father. Bella and I's father. He was my very own superman.

Some might be embarrassed to have their parent crying in the middle of the road, like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

But I have a gift for seeing things as they truly are; and this, is the most touching thing in all of heaven and earth.

A father's love for his daughter.

I stopped trying to control my tears and let them fall.