A/N: Another update. Again I'm truly sorry for the updating. Reivew?
I don't get it, no matter how many times I ask, no one will tell me what happened last week. Sam told me to drop it and I did, around him. The guys weren't saying anything either. It disappoint me, to me it was like they couldn't trust me.
"San, it was nothing. Leave it alone please?" Jacob said to me the hundredth time that week. It didn't make sense to me at all, what could they be hiding?
"Sandy?" Dinner!" Sam yelled up the stairs. I was in my room drawing a picture of the woods with the guys running into them. I sighed, put down my sketchpad, and went downstairs.
"Andy!" Quil greeted me when I entered the kitchen. I smiled at him and looked at the table to find a seat.
'Great,' the only seat available was the one next to Paul, who looked at the table, trying not to make eye contact with me. I sighed, but took the seat next to him anyway. I didn't really pay any attention to what was going on, I think Quil ate half of the food, but wasn't really sure.
"Sandy?" I snapped out of my daze and found Paul waving a hand in front of my face and looking worried. "Are you okay?" I smiled up at him and nodded my head.
"Ya, fine, just fine."
"Hey, Andy! Sam told us that you're an artist, is that true?" I turned my head towards Jared and nodded.
"Ya, I am. What of it?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"Just asking. What's your favorite thing to draw?"
"Anything and everything. But I really enjoy drawing nature, you know, the trees, the plants, and the animals? It's all I ever pass my time drawing." I looked around the table and found them all looking at me, smiling.
"S-sorry, I guess I was rambling." I knew I started to blush, because they were all laughing and Embry said a faint "cute".
"Are you drawing anything now?"
"No."
"Hmm." I turned my head a little to the right, and found Paul looking at me once again.
"What have you drawn so far?" He asked me.
"Um…uh…animals…uh…um…" I couldn't find my voice I just couldn't speak.
"E-excuse me," I jumped out of my chair and ran upstairs.
"Is she okay?"
"What happened?"
"Paul?"
I could hear all of their questions as I ran into my room and jumped on my bed. This was weird, every time I looked at Paul, I would get this feeling, an over whelming feeling. An over whelming feeling of admiration, loyalty, adoration, and love. Love?