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A/N: Thank you so so much for all the reviews and alerts. It's amazing and incredible to see. This story exists for a year now. And I can't believe how far this story has gone. I'm really happy with it not to mention that all of the readers are simply brilliant! I'm sorry for the lack of updates, but I had some sort of block with this story, but I'm back at track so I hope you are still with me after all this time :) So in this chapter Julie and Paul are finally making progress. Progress in what, that you'll have to find out for yourself by reading the chapter :) Enjoy :

I Could Run For The Life Of Me

A shrill sound startled me. I opened my eyes and the warm arm around me moved. I groaned. Great, just what I needed. Someone calling while I finally got some sleep. I turned around to face Paul and as he muttered a few profanities he picked up his phone. I could barely make out his face in the dark.

"What?" Don't you just love how he answers his phone? Notice the sarcasm. I scooted closer to him and tried to ignore the fact I was sweating and probably didn't look as attractive as I wanted to be.

The bonfire was nice. We had fun and it was nice to see everyone again. Especially Summer and Kim. I also met Bella Swan. She was... different. She mostly kept to herself and it was obvious Jacob was smitten, I just felt bad for the fact that Bella kept Jacob on some sort of leash while she had a vampire boyfriend at home, waiting for her. Why she refused to see this, I didn't know. But I saw it, and so did the others.

Paul stayed the night with me, my parents were still out of town and I liked having Paul around, especially at night. But with this phone call, I wasn't so sure whether it was going to last.

"Right now? Fine, hold your horses. I'm coming." I grimaced. I was right, Paul was leaving now. I quickly glanced at the clock. 3:24. In the morning. Paul hung up and turned to me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His breath tickled my skin.

"Who was that?" I asked him.

"That was Sam. He needs me to patrol." I groaned.

"It's three in the morning." I pointed out.

"Yeah I know that. But I don't really have a choice here." I breathed out a curse and tried to ignore Paul's chuckle. If he thought this was funny than he was wrong.

"Yeah, really hilarious Paul." I said through gritted teeth.

"Oye, why you getting mad at me? It's not like I want to go." Paul reminded me and I rolled my eyes, even though I knew he was right.

"I know. I'm sorry." I said and Paul kissed my shoulder. Apparently I was forgiven. "Shouldn't you be getting up right now?" Paul shrugged.

"Five more minutes and then I'll get up." I nodded. I didn't really have a problem with that. The lack of his presence was something I did have a problem with but I knew that this was one of the down sides of dating a werewolf. There would be a lot of cold and empty nights without him next to me.

"Something is bothering you." Paul murmured and his deep voice made me shiver.

"No." I responded automatically.

"Yes." He replied. "You're all tense, what's bothering you?" I shrugged.

"I'm not really fond of you leaving, that's all. Nothing to worry about." I added quickly. Paul sighed though and I hated when he did that. It mostly meant that he was going to tell me not to worry or something like that.

"That's not it." I frowned. "Or at least, not all of it." Stupid observing boyfriend.

"Nope, that's it." I said instead.

"Liar."

"Are we really going to argue about this?" I asked, a little angry.

"Do you want us to?" Paul said back and the hidden message beneath that question annoyed me.

"No!" I exclaimed. "Of course not, why would I want that?"

"Because apparently the only time I can get something out of you is when we're arguing." Paul pointed out. His annoyance obvious.

"That's the point of an argument." I pointed out. "Saying things you don't normally say."

"Bullshit, but go ahead. Something you like to share?" His sarcasm itching beneath my skin.

"Ugh, whatever Paul. Go!" I said exasperatedly and turned around burying my face in my pillow. I knew that this was another childish moment. I also knew that this was all because of me, I couldn't give Paul any credit because the fact I was so high strung and easily mad was because I was breaking the promise both of us made. Communicating with each other. I asked him to communicate now I simply refused to do the same thing with him. Hypocrite much?

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you and I'm tired of trying to help you because no matter what it seems like you're only pushing yourself away from me." Paul's hurt sliced through me like a knife, coated with guilt. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I was angry, yes. But more at me, because I was stupid. I couldn't make myself react though. The warm hand on my shoulder left me paralyzed and I kept my mouth shut all the way.

"Call me when you've made up your mind." Paul said coldly and pushed himself off the bed. His footsteps going soundlessly down the stairs. I heard him slam the door and still I kept my face buried in my pillow. Because I knew that if I didn't stay like this I would end up crying. And that was something I had done enough.

I knew it wasn't fair what I was doing to Paul, hell it wasn't even fair to me anymore. From the beginning I should've behaved like an adult, I knew that in my eyes this was being responsible, selfless even, because I wanted to solve this on my own, keep everyone else out of it. While I should've told the person I trusted the most. Asked for help because from the beginning this wasn't being responsible, this was being stupid, careless, not to mention stubborn.

I took a deep breath and turned on my back. Paul's spot was already turning cold and that's how I felt. Because I knew it was time for me to stand up and deal with it. This selfish bubble of mine was about to burst and all of the collateral damage was my fault. I might as well start and try to make amends.

I just wish I knew how to break it to him gently. After all, Paul's temper scared me the most. And this time it was going to punch me in the face first. But I wasn't allowed to whine about it, this was my fault. The only thing I was allowed to do right now, was to accept it.

And telling Paul was the first step.

Paul's POV

My skin was already burning with the anticipation of the phase. It was something that thrilled me now but scared me at first. But with the lingering effects of the words I said to Julie it only angered me right now. It was all fun and bliss in the beginning. During the bonfire there were no problems, no words that were able to set me off. Except maybe Jacob and his Bella, but besides that, there was nothing.

"I can hear you think, you know." Jacob barked and I felt aggravation course through me. Of course I knew he could hear me. I was aware of that, part of me wanted him to hear it.

"I know that." I growled back and I urged my paws to quicken their pace. Of course I had to be stuck with Jacob for patrol tonight.

But continuing on, besides Bella and Jacob I felt great, amazing. Partly because Julie had decided to take the plunge towards intimacy in physical terms but also because I felt like everything was just the way it was supposed to be.

But now, I wasn't so sure anymore.

"Trouble in paradise Paul?" Jacob's voice reverberated in my mind and another surge of irritation flamed in me.

"Shut up Jake!" I warned. "Stay out of it."

"And give away the shot of everlasting blackmail?" Jacob scoffed. "No way."

Julie had changed. From the girl I imprinted on, the sweet, gentle, stubborn and vivacious girl to the quiet, tired and exasperated person I started to get annoyed with. I was easily annoyed, yes I admit it. But with Julie, I had meaningless limits. I could go the stars if she asked me. She changed me, in a good way.

But with her distancing herself from everyone, I felt like there was more than just 'something' bothering her. And no matter how many times I tried to push her she didn't crack, she didn't let anything slip, everything was kept hidden from me very carefully and I wondered if she knew how much this hurt me.

I urged my four paws to quicken my pace again. Yes this was a perfect outlet, but it was only temporally, because the thrill will eventually die out and the bottled up anger would consume and dominate every single fibre of my being. I was weak towards my anger, I succumbed to that easily. I knew it and everybody else was as aware of it. The fact that they used it against me was all in good fun, until I cracked and was out of control. That happened several times in the past, but now I was getting better at controlling that rage.

"You should confront her." And just like that I forgot that Jacob was still in my head. Not!

"Get out of my freaking head Jake! Jesus Christ, you're giving me a fucking migraine." I growled out and I could hear Jacob's laughter echo in my head.

"No can do." Jacob sang and in my aggression I growled at a rabbit that crossed my path.

"Do you mind shutting up then?" I suggested. I ignored Jake's reaction and phased back. I knew I was going to get in trouble for bailing during patrol but tonight I could care less. I shrugged on my sweatpants that were slightly damp because of the slight drizzle of rain but it would be dry in a matter of time.

I knew these woods by heart. Every path was familiar and I knew the shortest shortcuts to get wherever I wanted to be. Right now I desired my warm bed. I was exhausted and even though there was a part of me desiring to see Julie, I knew it was better to give her some space. Lucky me then, because no one was home; mum, dad and Sara were with my Grandmother so I had the house to myself. As the trees thinned out and I could see the first peak of my rooftop I could hear something though. It was somehow familiar, but I couldn't completely put my finger on it. I lightly jogged to the house when I saw someone sitting on the porch. My porch.

Julie.

"Julie." I said out loud and Julie looked up. She looked visibly stressed out and her pale face stood out in the dark. I jogged closer to her and grabbed her forearms. Was she out of her fucking mind? Who told her to come to me at this hour of the night, or should I say morning?

"What the hell are you doing?" I gritted out. Several scenarios of Julie getting her played out in my mind. I tried to push them away. She was here, safe and sound. Try to focus on that. Then, I realized I was sort of angry at her and I quickly let her go. Taking a few steps backwards to create some distance between the two of us.

"It's because I'm terrified." She admitted and I saw her avoid my eyes by focusing on the trees behind me. I frowned. Because she was terrified? Of what, the vampires? I thought I told her not to worry about that?

"Of what? Of the vampires? You don't have to worry about that. I told you that the pack had it under control." She was shaking her head. I then saw the lack of clothing. I grabbed her arm and ignored the protest. "Let's get you inside before you turn in to a popsicle." She let out a small laugh that didn't sound well in my ears. I opened the front door by retrieving the key out of the potted plant. As I ushered her inside the house and closed the door I saw that Julie looked like she was going to be sick.

"Jules?" She didn't react and I grabbed her arm and steered her to the couch, seating her there before she fell over.

"Tell me, what's terrifying you?" She bit her lip.

"You're going to be so angry." She whispered and I frowned again. I crouched in front of her putting my hands on her knees, rubbing it softly, hoping it would urge her to continue with her story.

"Tell me."

She took a deep breath and that is when the tears started. "I know that you contacted Lily." Her words were still coherent but with the amount of noise she was making and the lack of air she seemed to be getting in worried me. But that was only one of the many things. The fact she knew made me shiver with shame, but not only that. Guilt was apparent as well. The fact I went behind her back gave her the full right to be angry with me.

"Jules." I began but she cut me off.

"Dante knows as well." She said and hearing her say that bastard's name shook me with anger. But not just that. It was what she said next that scared me. Because it was the last thing I wanted to achieve with it.

"He told me."

Red, that's all I saw.

A/N: Two POV's. Hmmm, ah well, next is back in Julie's POV. Hope you liked it, please review :) It stimulates updates. Oh yeah, before I forget. Julie will not get pregnant. :) She's just a teenager :P Lol!