Hm its been a while so i decided to just to write SOMETHING, even if its horrible. I dont really like this story anymore. Well i kinda dont like Paul, and seeing as i cant change him to someone else, il probably ask someone else to continue this story. Well heres another chap:
IPOV
I had drunken the last sip of my tasty hot chocolate, and was now eating the little whipped cream left over, on the bottom of the mug. Crumbs were the only thing left on my plate. Emily noticed as soon as I did, and thought it best to get me home, now that the weather had calmed.
"It was wonderful having you here Sweetie, your welcome back anytime," She shot me one of her motherly smiles. A smile automatically lit my face. Maybe I would pay another visit back. Listening to the boys, joke, argue, and ramble on and on about idiotic things had made my evening enjoyable. I especially enjoyed learning about Paul's stubborn attitude; well I learned more about it.
"Thank you Emily, it was all delicious." I turned and started heading out the door, when she spoke up once again, making me turn back around, making my still damp hair, stick to my face.
"Sweetie, how are you planning on getting home? I can't possibly allow you to walk." She frowned, ashamed she hadn't thought of it before.
I enjoyed walking actually; I spent that time day dreaming, and thinking of anything that was on my mind. My parents had bought me a car when I turned 16, but now in Washington I rarely used it.
"Oh, that's no problem, I don't usually use my car, I think if I can walk somewhere, I have no use for it," I smiled, hoping that she would drop it.
My efforts were in vain. "The weather has calmed down, but you could still catch a cold. Why doesn't one of my boys take you their? It would be at no inconvenience and my mind would be clear, knowing your safe," I sighed, and nodded, not having much of a choice.
"Alright,"
That beautiful smile, lit up her face, and turned away from me, now facing her boys. I grinned at the thought. She was obviously not there mother, or at least their biological mother, she was too young. But to have someone with such a bright personality around should be wonderful. That thought immediately brought a picture of my sister into my head, and my day dream started. I thought of times when we were little. She was the perfect sister, the one every girl would die for. It was sad to say, but I loved her more than my own parents. She was my parents. I had finally jumped back to reality, when I noticed Paul standing in front of me, smiling.
"By the look on your face, I'm guessing you have no idea what we said?" He smirked, looking into my eyes.
For once in my life I felt embarrassed, which took me by surprise. I always spoke my mind freely, never regretting an action, or word that came out of my mouth. Why regret something that been done? There's no point to grieve over the past. Because of this I was hardly ever in the state of embarrassment. I shook my head, answering his question and starting a new one in my head. Why did this boy take out the things in me, I never showed? I decided to go over that after, because at the moment, a gorgeous guy was standing before me, holding out a jacket on his arm.
"I am your chauffeur home," He did a little bow, tipping his imaginary hat.
I giggled and motioned him to the door. We walked out and I noticed one car. How did they all get along with one car? Paul opened the passenger seat and motioned me in. I stopped, thinking of a way to get back at him, for carrying me home. I smiled in my head, and put my acting skills in drive.
"Wait, Can I drive?" I frowned, pretending to be disturbed.
"Um, Why?" he frowned, realizing I would be difficult.
"Well, I just hate people driving for me," which was a lie, I actually despised it when unnecessary.
"I don't think so. What kind of person would I be if I let the guest drive?"
"A nice one, actually," My mouth turned into a straight line.
He started to look annoyed, and then perked up. "Well the way I see it you have two options. I can drive you home, or carry you home. You pick."
Damn, I lost again. I rolled the thought, of him carrying me home, in my head. Then decided against it, I was too stubborn to show I enjoyed it.
I moved my hair from my face, and started walking to the open door.
"Car" I said softly.
He smirked, proud to have won, and shut the door.
Once seated, he turned the key in the ignition, and turned the heater on. I just sat their, watching his every move. Calculating his expressions, and memorizing every detail on his face. From his short cropped hair, to his defined chin. I continued down and noticed his shirt was still bare, and caught myself eyeing his chest, down to his stomach.
He turned his face to me, having a ridiculous smile plastered on his face.
"Hey just because I don't have a shirt on, doesn't give rights to stare," He had purposely tried to embarrass me, a task not so easily done.
"You carried me from the woods to your house, I have rights," I retorted back.
This time his face turned a bit pink, but just for a split second. If I had blinked I wouldn't have noticed. I smiled triumphantly, and noticed for the first time his radio was off.
"Mind if I turn on the radio?" I turned to face him, and my hair flowed down from my back to the side of my face.
"Sure," He said, and at the same moment as I, reached for the radio control. His burning hand brushed my arm for just a brief second before he quickly brought it back to his side. His brief touch made my heart crazy, and made my heart comforting. It wasn't until I was calm, that I noticed his temperature, was not of a normal person.
"Oh, Um, Yes, sorry you can change it. I thought- um well- you meant for me too, Uh You can go ahead." I chuckled at his inability to form a coherent sentence.
"No problem guy, but why are you so hot? I think your running a fever." My eyes evaluating him, he seemed healthy.
"Don't worry, Im Fine." He smiled, trying to reassure me. I wasn't convinced.
"No seriously, you should check that out," I frowned.
"Ok then, I will" He smiled and looked back at the road, hoping to end the conversation. But years of living with my father, I knew when someone lied. I decided to drop it anyway. Remembering the radio, I reached forward, and browsed through the stations.
"In the small there of your back-" Too country, Next!
"They still gonna put pictures of my derriere in the magazine-" Too, EW! Next!
"Another one bites the dust! Another one bites the dust! And-" Too old, Next.
"Filthy mind, No excuse, find a new place to hang this noose!-" Too screamy, Next!
"This may never start, we could fall apart, and I'd be your memory" Finally, something enjoyable.
I turned it a bit higher and started humming to the song. Eventually I started mouthing the words, and then singing softly. Once the song ended we were at my house. He stopped in the front and I turned towards him. Only to notice he was walking towards my side of the car. He opened the door, and rose out his hand to help me out. I took it and stepped onto the pavement.
"Thanks for driving me," I smiled
"My pleasure, oh and come visit anytime, alright?"
"Sure" and with that I turned towards my door.
I turned around once I reached my door and he was gone. I removed my key out from under my shoe, and unlocked the door. Once in I slipped my shoes off, and ran upstairs to take a shower. I grabbed my sister's shampoo and conditioner, and turned on the shower. I slipped off the damp clothing and stepped in, enjoying the heat. I turned and let it run down my hair, cleaning it with my favorite shampoo, rinsing, and then stepped out. I wrapped my towel around my body, and walked back into my room.
Once my hair was dry, and I had my clothes on, I slipped under the covers, and prepared for sleep. Thoughts of the day quickly rushed through my mind, leaving me restless. I had met Paul today. I closed my eyes and replayed everything, from the woods, to the car. I turned on my side, and looked out the window, and saw the rain hitting the glass. The sound made my eyes close once again, and calmed me. My last thought was, I was paying them a visit soon, very soon.
well people thats it. Its small but im lost, i dont really like it anymore. Who wants to pick up this story? Anyone? Just ask me and ill give you permission. Im not going anywhere here.
