Hey ladies, sorry I didn't have this out when I said I would. I had a midterm on Friday and I think I'm just now recovering from it. On the up side I got an A! I'm really excited about that!

I admit it took me a while to decide how I want this to play out. And I've decided that I want Megan to acknowledge that she is attracted to Paul so they can have a flirty friendship, but it will take a while for her to develop actual feelings for him. I wanted to make that clear in this chapter because I want them to develop a strong friendship first and while she is also concentrating on Tommy, I want him to be the bonding point for them. In the next chapter expect to see much more of Seth, Brady and Collin. I'm ironically attached to them… I think it's because they are my incorporated blank slates. Sorry for rambling… but I'm more likely to stick to my plan if I tell my readers…

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Do you believe in fate?

Four the Sake of Sanity

A frown mares my face as I stare at the blank white walls of the nearly empty bedroom. This room just about breaks my heart. There is no life or personality in it; just a bed and a cheap badly worn and scarred skateboard in the corner. Since I had only bought the apartment for me and I only intended for it to be temporary I had no intention of decorating this room. I figured I wouldn't be here long enough. I still intend to move but it won't be for a few months and when I do it will probably be onto the La Push Reservation. Fostering a Quileute allowed me access to their land and I do want what is best for Tommy, even if that means a 30 minute commute in the morning.

I know Tommy will kill me if he knows I'm in his room, even if there isn't anything in it. I can't help it though. I have an idea and a week to implement it.

All it takes is a simple phone call to have Emily and Kim in on it, and by default the rest of the gang. It doesn't take long for Kim and Emily to get over to the apartment.

When they find me I'm staring down at a piece of blank paper as if it's going to spring to life and start dancing around the table and juggling pencils and erasers.

"Stuck aren't you?" questions Emily in her all-knowing mother hen voice.

"Yes…" I sigh, "I don't know too much about him, and this is only making that fact all the more obvious."

"Well it has only been a couple of days."

"And he still won't talk to me at all…"

"He's just going through a rough time is all."

"I know he is, but I can't help him if I he won't talk to me!"

"I know sweetie…"

"I know!" exclaims Kim all of a sudden having been silent through the prior exchange, "Why don't you ask Paul to help you with your little project! I'm sure he would love to help and he knows Tommy better than almost all of us!"

"OH no! I couldn't bother him with this!"

"Look everybody has already agreed to put in money and help with this in any way that they can. We are a family and we help one another. You're part of this family now, in more ways than you can imagine," argues Emily.

I can't help but feel that she means that I'm connected by more than just Tommy.

I finally relent and agree to ask Paul to help me decorate Tommy's room.

I perhaps wasn't exactly expecting Kim to snatch my cordless off of the base, dial his number and hold he phone expectantly out to me. I blink a few times in surprise and find myself a little nervous to be asking a man I just met to help me with one of my crazy schemes.

"Hello?" a husky male voice asks.

"Hello, Paul?"

"Yes?" he questions with a twinge of impatience as I hear a soft sizzling in the background.

"This is Megan Grace… Tommy's foster mom…"

"Really? Hey! Umm…. Do you need something?" he questions and did I hear a little nervousness?

"Yeah, I am hoping that you will do me a huge favor."

"Sure, name it."

"Well… have you heard that I really want to decorate Tommy's room for him?"

"Yeah, I think it's really great that you want to do that for him, his parents never really did anything for him…" his voice starts out soft but when he talks about Tommy's parents I hear the anger and hatred that he feels for them. I can't blame her either, I've never met them but I know if I ever do the outcome for them won't be pretty.

"So, what do you need me to do?" he asks his voice lighter.

"I'm wondering if you have the time to help me plan out the decoration and go pick out the stuff, and maybe even help set it up?"

"Really? Yeah! I'd love to!"

"Seriously? Awww you're such a lifesaver Paul! You have no idea how much I appreciate this!"

"So, I'm free anytime, just let me know when you want to get started ok?"

"Well actually, if you don't have anything planned for today I would like to get started right away."

"Yeah! Let me just have lunch and I will be right over there! Give me about an hour and a half? That work for you?"

"Yeah that's fine, I'll see you then, Bye."

"Bye…" he murmurs before hanging up.

I turn around only to find both Emily and Kim staring and grinning widely at me.

"You like him."

"What? I can't! I don't even know him…"

"Doesn't mean you're not attracted to him."

"I never said I wasn't attracted to him, have you seen him? A girl would have to be blind not to be attracted to him."

"I'm not attracted to him," the two say in confused unison.

"Well. I suppose his charms don't work on girls who have equally attractive men as their boyfriends, fiancées, husbands, etc."

"Guess not," Emily shrugs.

"Anyway, we must be going," Kim says getting up.

"You just got here and it's a 30 minute drive back to La Push…"

"We don't want to interrupt your quality time with Paul," Emily says with an uncharacteristically sly smile on her face.

"You guys sooo planned this," I say with a glare as I follow my friend to the door.

After the door shuts I merely stare at it before asking myself, "Why do I feel like I just got fed to the wolves?"

After no answer from the door, I sigh softly and return to my paper hoping that perhaps this time it will at least start doing the cancan.

An hour and a half later, almost on the dot, actually a little earlier than that, I hear a pounding on the door that is unmistakably Paul.

I get up from the kitchen table where my own half eaten lunch lies forgotten partially forgotten in favor of my marvelous piece of paper. At least this time there are words.

I open the door and greet him, please with the sight that befalls me. There he stands in all of his glory, unfortunately for me, not the rest of the female population (tell them to get their own hottie), fully clothed. He is wearing a tight black tee shirt and dark wash jeans that fit just right; and boy does he make it look damn good. I hadn't really gotten too much of a chance to notice him until dinner the other day. He had made it a point to talk to me and get to know me as much as possible. I personally think that it's just because I'm taking care of his surrogate little brother, no way would a guy like him ever even look twice at a girl like me. It's not that I'm not pretty; it's just that he can get whoever he wants, and I'm never who the guy wants. I'm the friend, we have a lot in common, he might even flirt with me a little a bit, but I'm the girl he actually hangs out with not because he wants to get in my pants, but because he thinks I'm, and I quote, "cool."

So I do what I have to do, I brush away the butterflies and focus on what's at hand, which is Tommy's new room.

…besides, I have a date with Tony from accounting this Friday and I'm very excited about it…

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