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A/N: Another quick update! Hope you'll like it. So sorry for the typo's and for the mistakes in the last chapter, I'll edit when I have time. This'll be the last update this week because I got quite a few things coming up. But make me happy with reviews! I would love that. This is just a filler, nothing much happens this chapter! Enjoy.

A Storm Is Warning In The Sky

A loud crash of thunder startled me and I let out a sigh. I hadn't seen Paul for two days now and I was absolutely disgusted by his lack of discipline, he had said he would talk to me, he may have not stated the date and the whereabouts, but the thing is, he said he would talk. And seeing I'm his girlfriend he could've at least warned me about not showing up. I didn't expect him to come now anyways. There was a storm raging outside and well, honestly, it didn't look all too well. My parents were already sleeping and technically I should be too, but I was far too anxious to sleep anyways. I looked at the clock and saw it was close to midnight.

"Witching hour." I murmured and moved to the door ready to lock up when suddenly a flash of silver crossed my vision. I halted in my steps and looked at the window not knowing whether I should step forward or take a step backwards. Everything in me was telling me to run away but as I was known for doing things I shouldn't do I walked to the window anyway, not even thinking that it would be wise if I locked up first. I didn't think of that obviously and as I reached the window I put my hand on the glass and peered into the darkness. Before I knew it the same flash of silver crossed my vision again and this time I saw it was fur. Fur which meant animal. Animal!

I stumbled backwards, a strangled cry escaping my mouth. I put my hand on my mouth; I didn't want my parents to wake up now. Firstly they would be major pissed because I woke them up and that meant they would have less sleep, which meant they'd be cranky in the morning. Second, they wouldn't believe it anyway. They were scientist, and they didn't believe things unless they witnessed it firsthand. And seeing as the animal wasn't anywhere to be seen. I took a few deep breaths and concentrated on getting my mind back on track.

A sharp knock on the door startled me and before I knew it I had stumbled over the little coffee table banging my head on the floor loudly. A sharp pain erupted in my head and it spread through my whole body. I groaned loudly and put my hand on my head as I put the other on the floor and tried to get vertical.

"Easy there!" Paul's voice startled me and I let out a yelp and immediately moaned as it stimulated the throbbing in my head. His warm hands trailed on my arms keeping me upright when suddenly I heard thumps down the stairs.

"Go!" I whispered urgently and Paul quickly moved to the closet on the other side of the room. How cliché. A closet!

I hissed in pain when I touched the bump on my head and waited for the scolding to come. I knew it was my mother who was coming down the stairs because I recognize the rhythm of her footsteps. Faster and it was lighter than my dad's.

"Julie, are you alright?" I heard her ask.

"Yeah mom, go back to sleep. I just fell, that's all." I cried out.

"Alright, you need some help?" My mother now appeared at the bottom step of the stairs and looked at the mess I made. The coffee table was on the floor with all its contents.

"No, mum. Go to sleep." I told her and my mother nodded. She was far too sleepy to even protest and she went back upstairs. I waited till I heard her bedroom door close before I got up. Paul was already by my side.

"Are you absolutely crazy? How did you get in here anyway? Haven't you seen the weather outside? Stupid mutt." I muttered. Paul rolled his eyes but didn't comment and he helped me up and placed me in a swift movement on the couch.

"How's your head?" I shrugged while grimacing.

"It's throbs. That's all." Suddenly I thought about the animal. It was outside. And so was Paul a few minutes ago. I looked at him with a panic stricken face; he halted in his movements and looked at me confused.

"Jules, what ar-"

"There was something outside." I said in a tiny voice. "It was outside and so were you."

"Julie, what are you talking about? I didn't see anything." I ignored him. Right now the only thing I was paying attention to was to the fact that I knew that Paul was in danger and he didn't even know.

"Are you alright?" I fussed grabbing his face in my hands while I pulled him close. "God, you're far too reckless aren't you? First you are running off in the middle of the night and now this." I than saw he was wet. Of course, it was pouring dogs outside.

"Oh my God!" I gasped.

"Julie, calm down!" Paul told me. I looked at his brown eyes and frowned, not entirely grasping what he meant. Than I realized I wasn't breathing.

"Breathe Jules." I took a deep breath. "Good, now tell me what's wrong?"

I told him about the grey animal I saw. During the whole conversation Paul was serious until the end. When I told him I thought it was dangerous he seemed amused, almost like he didn't believe me. I felt absolutely ridiculous. Here I was voicing my worries and he could care less. I stopped talking halfway and glared at Paul before I got up and marched to the stairs. Paul caught my arm halfway though.

"Julie? Come on, be serious. I'm sure that it was harmless. Besides, it's a wolf." He told me.

I guffawed. "How would you know that?" I hissed.

"Because I saw it myself." Oh!

"See? Now don't worry and get your sorry ass to bed. You look like you haven't slept in days." Well maybe if he was around he would've noticed earlier.

"Thanks for noticing." I told him sarcastically. Paul rolled his eyes. I hated it when he did that. Because I knew he wasn't taking me seriously at all.

"Come on babe." He pulled me up the stairs to my bedroom. I wondered how he knew where my room was. I wanted to ask him but refrained. I wasn't up to argue too much. I suppose all the exhaustion was setting in and I just wanted to sleep.

"You're going to stay, right?" I asked him. I wanted him to stay and I think he wouldn't mind.

"Do you want me to?" He asked. I nodded.

"Alright then, but first get changed." I sighed and went to my closet pulling out my pyjamas.

"Turn around!" I told him sternly and Paul obliged with a smirk on his face and I knew he thought it was funny. I turned my back to him and quickly got rid of my clothes and was now in my tattered old boy shorts and a tank top. I than realized it was a bit too provoking so I quickly pulled on a grey sweatshirt.

"I'm decent." I told him and Paul turned around. I got in bed and he switched off the lights and got in next to me. He surely wasn't shy when it came to this. I didn't mind if I was honest. I personally wasn't the girl who would initiate this, minus our first kiss though, so I was glad that Paul wasn't afraid of taking the plunge. I snuggled closer to him and I felt him peck my forehead.

"I'm still mad at you though." I murmured. Sleep was almost overtaking me and with the warmth Paul radiated it wasn't hard to. I heard his low chuckle.

"Sleep." Was all he said and that's exactly what I did.

My dream was strange and they didn't make sense. Kim was there, and so was Summer. They were angry at me and were yelling shouting things I didn't understood, things I didn't hear. Suddenly I was standing in the middle of the classroom while the sun shone through the windows. It was strange though, the sun was far too bright and it was radiating such a warmth that I was starting to sweat. Suddenly I was naked and the classroom was filled with people. They were all laughing at me and pointing. I was frozen at the spot and I couldn't even try to cover myself up. Suddenly I started to melt and the heat was starting to become unbearable.

I awoke with a gasp and suddenly realized where the heat was coming from. It was coming from Paul who was snoring in my ear. Endearing isn't it? I pulled away from him and quickly discarded my sweat shirt. Much better and I lied back down. I hadn't seen that Paul wasn't wearing a shirt either, in fact he wasn't wearing anything but his sweats. I smiled. He truly had a well developed chest, even if he was far too young to look like this. Paul was eighteen but he didn't look like he was eighteen, in fact he looked like he was somewhere in his mid twenties. No wonder every girl was practically in love with him.

Paul suddenly stirred and turned so he was laying on his stomach his arms around my waist. I snuggled closer and kicked off my comforter. It was far too hot anyway. I closed my eyes again and tried to get some sleep. Lord knows I need it. I found out that I was suffering from insomnia if I was worried or stressed. I wouldn't sleep no matter how much I tried. It would cause a lot of trouble because I had trouble keeping my eyes open at school.

"Might as well get some sleep." I murmured shifting closer to the source of the heat Paul radiated.

When I woke up the next morning Paul was still sleeping. I looked at my clock and saw it was nine in the morning. I had missed first period, but somehow I could care less. I was pretty fine with the fact I was about to skip school, I was glad my parents didn't bust me in the first place. Missing one day of school isn't that much of a deal.

"Go back to sleep Jules." I heard Paul's voice in my ear as he snuggled closer. His hand was lying on my stomach and the heat was sinking through the thin fabric.

"I'm already up." I told him. My voice didn't sound nearly as sleepy as his.

"Hmm." He murmured. I turned again and this time I was facing his chest. His eyes were closed and I tapped his nose slightly. He scrunched up his nose in response and I tapped it again. This time he caught my wrist and brought it to his mouth, as he opened his eyes. Placing a sweet kiss on my fingers. It was something I absolutely loved about him.

Hold on.

Love?

Note to self, refrain from using big words.

"You're hot." I said without thinking. I was trying to distract myself from what I just thought and said the one thing that came up. I of course meant his temperature, not that he wasn't hot otherwise. The smirk on his face told me that he had taken it the other way, though he damn well what I meant. I flushed scarlet and that was quite the task with my complexion.

"I-I m-meant that y-you. Ugh never mind." I exclaimed eventually. The smirk was still radiant on his face. Suddenly his eyes shifted lower and before I knew it he had pushed me away while he tumbled off the bed. I heard a loud thump which meant he collided with the ground. Before I knew it he was back on his feet again and he had his arms crossed while his face held a very forced expression.

"Y-you're n-not w-wearing your shirt!" He stumbled over his words and I found it extremely adorable. I smiled at him, beaming slightly.

"Why, thanks Paul for noticing. Care to tell me something I don't know?" I teased and he rolled his eyes and gave me glare.

"It's nothing Paul!" I told him but he didn't budge and I sighed picking up the sweatshirt I had discarded earlier and pulled it over my head.

"Happy?"

"Ecstatic."

"Dork!" I muttered, he heard it though.

"Brat!"

"Hey!" I cried out.

"You started it." Was his childish response and I did the one thing I could do. I stuck out my tongue.

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"Are you still mad at me?" Paul asked. I shrugged; we were at the First Beach taking a walk. His warm hand was around mine and I was kicking away some stones. I shrugged as I looked up at Paul.

"Not really, though I'm not that happy about you bailing." I told him honestly. I was getting quite tired of it. Him not showing up when he told me he would. Running around like a maniac chasing something Lord knows what.

"I told you I was sorry Jules! But I just had to take care of some things." Paul responded. There was a hint of annoyance in his voice and it tugged on my mood.

"Yeah, about that. What were you exactly doing?" Paul stopped walking and he avoided my eyes. I raised my eyebrows. Why couldn't he just say what he was doing? Was it that hard to be honest? He sighed deeply and a frown appeared on his handsome face making him look angry though I knew he wasn't really angry.

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about." What kind of answer was that?

"What do you mean with that?" I exclaimed. I raised my finger and pointed him in the chest ignoring the pain that it caused. "When my boyfriend runs off in the middle of the night, to chase God knows what in the forest, I think I'm allowed to be worried." A smile appeared on his face. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close putting my arms around his neck. I didn't protest.

"You know, protective women turn me on." He said with a sly smile. Immediately butterflies appeared in my stomach and I had trouble glaring at Paul. I pulled away my arms and pushed him. I suppose he faked that I caused him any harm as he fell down taking me with him. I yelped as he pulled me on top of him breaking my fall.

I laid my head on his chest and I felt his hands on my back trailing circles. This felt really natural. Somehow everything with Paul felt so natural, everything came out easy and well, it looked like we were together for months instead of a few days. But there was something between us I couldn't explain. Some form of familiarity which I also saw in Jared and Kim only this time it was so much more personal.

"When will you tell me what you're hiding?" I asked him softly. I knew he knew that I knew that he was hiding something; I also knew that he was trying to keep it that way. But I didn't want that.

"Soon." He breathed out and I suppose I could live with that. Though I didn't want it to be like that for always. If he wouldn't tell me than I suppose I would have to find another way, and believe me. I would.

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