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A/N Zoey is wearing a burgundy spagetti strap shirt, denim knee shorts and tan hiker boots. Paul is in a black tee-shirt, black baggy jeans and dark blue sneakers.

"Hey, Paul?" Zoey Bruno asked her friend.

The two had been sitting on the beach, watching the sunset.

"What is it, Troublesome?" Paul answers, flicking his hair.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Paul's head shot to the side. His eyes grew wide.

"What?!"

"You know, love at first sight. You look at someone and in an instant you know that their the one."

"The one?"

She lied on her back and stretched as she said, "Like, you know that they are the person that you will love and love forever?"

Paul lied on his side next to her. He propped his head up with his hand.

"I guess so."

"What about sparks and fireworks when you get kissed by the one that you love?"

"Uhm, sure."

"Or-"

"Why are you asking me all these questions?"

"I don't know," Zoey answered, rolling onto her side and buring her head in his chest. She gripped his shirt and took in his scents, "I just wanna know if you do."

Paul blushed as she clung to him.

"Oh, okay... I think..." His voice trailed off.

"Have you ever fallen in love with someone?" She asked.

"Uhm, once."

"Who was she?"

"She's a co-ordinator like you."

"Do you ever talk to her anymore?"

"Yeah."

"Does she know how you feel?"

"Nope."

"Are you gonna tell her?"

"Not anytime soon."

Zoey's smile faded. She let go of him, but stayed close.

"She's lucky."

"Why?"

"Because you love her. You're a really special person. You're different from most guys I've met."

"How many is that?" Paul said sarcastically and rolling his eyes.

Zoey smacked him.

"Plenty, thank you very much!" her face softened as she continued, "Do you think she loves you back?"

"I don't know. Prob'ly not. She's got a million fan boys after her." he answered, running his fingers through her hair.

"She doesn't know what she's missing." she muttered as he stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand.

Paul soon snapped back into reality and pulled his hand back. Zoey opened her eyes.

"Sorry." he said.

"Don't be. I liked it." Zoey answered. She nuzzled her head in his neck.

"I can tell." He mumbled.

"Good. What else can you tell?" she whispered into his ear. Her breath was down his neck, making him shudder.

"I can tell that you want to get close to me." Paul replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"Sorry. Can't help it." Zoey said.

He looked at her confused.

"What're you talking about?"

She leaned over until her mouth was level with his ear. Her lips brushed up against his ear as she whispered, "Love at first sight."

"With me?!" Paul asked as she twirled his bangs around her finger.

"Always have. I know that you don't feel the same." She said.

"huh?"

"I know that the girl you were talking about isn't me. I know who it is."

"No you don't."

"Yeah."

"Really? Because if you knew who it was, you'd know that your first sentence wasn't true." He whispered into her ear. He kissed her neck. She tilted her head slightly.

"Wait, what?"

He kissed the corners of her mouth. Then he rolled so that he was on top of her. He held himself up so she wouldn't be crushed under his weight. He leaned down and whispered,

"You said so yourself. Love at first sight."

Before she could say anything, Paul kissed her. She kissed back. One word was sent spinning round and round through their minds.

That word was...

'Sparks...'

When they parted, Zoey kept her eyes closed as he rolled off her to the side. Paul grabbed her by her waist and pulled her into him until they were up against each other.

"So, I guess you do believe in love at first sight." Zoey joked as Paul kissed her forehead.

A/N: You can't stop a river As it rushes to the sea You can try and stop the hands of time But ya know it just can't be And if they try to stop us, Seaweed, I'll call the N Double A C P Cause the world keeps spinning Round and 'round And my heart's keeping time To the speed of sound I was lost til i heard the drums Then I found my way
Paul and Zoey: *sweatdrop*
Zoey: Uhm.
me: I've had that song stuck in my head for weeks. Its You Can't Stop The Beat.
Paul: don't you have some test to be studying for or something? Not singing... excuse me... screeching and writing junk?
Me: SHUT UP.
Paul: no.
Me: Anyway, this is a pointless Againstshipping *Paul and Zoey gags* one shot.
Paul: It is pointless because this would never happen. If that troublesome, stubborn, bad tempered... thing *Zoey glares* ever got that close to me, I'd run.
Zoey: Review and scram so I can hurt Paul.