A/N: First off, sorry it took me so long to update. I started to write this story and I got to chapter 2 but when I read over it I didn't like it, so I started over. Sorry about that. But anyways, here's chapter one. I hope y'all like it. Reviews get you cookies and love (well I can't give you cookies so just love).

Freezing cold drops of rain hits my skin. It doesn't make me cold, and I hardly care. But it's hard, like bullets hitting me.

I'm walking in the road, heading home from Sam's. It was a sudden meeting, so I hadn't drove. I'd changed and ran.

Now heading back, though, I regret it a little. I don't want to change again because Sam is accepting these shorts I have on back. He's always testing me, and my anger.

There haven't been any cars, so I'm walking in the middle of the road, but suddenly, out of no where head lights appear from around a bend in the road. They see me and swerve, going off the road to the grass, stopping just before the trees. I hear the drivers door open and slam shut from the other side.

The angry drive stomps around the car, towards me.

The angry driver is Bella.

She opens her mouth to some something, and then stops. "Paul?" she says and walks towards me again. "What are you doing?"

"Don't come in the road." I say, shooing her back with my hands and joining her on the grass.

"What are you doing waking in the middle of the road?" she asks. She looks confused and angry t the same time. Completely flustered. It's kind of adorable.

"There weren't any cars." I say.

"So you walk in the road?"

"I wasn't really thinking." I shrug.

She glares at me.

"Your mad."

"I could've crashed." She says, then adds, "Or hit you."

"But you didn't."

She pauses and turns away from me. She walks back around her car and gets in. I look down and curse.

"Hey Bella." I jog up to her truck and knock against the passenger's window. She rolls down the window a little.

"What is it?" she's so annoyed with me.

"You've got a flat."

"Do you need more light?" she asks quietly.

"Nah. I'm almost done. You're lucky your dad put all this in the back."

"Yeah well he was worried about me driving. He still is."

"There." I say, standing and wiping my hands on my shorts. "How long?"

Bella checks the clock on the dashboard. "32 minutes."

"Damn." I sigh. "Two minutes over."

She smirks. "You owe me a dollar."

I chuckle and nod.

We'd spent the last 32 minutes talking as I changed her flat tire. She sat in the passenger's seat, leaning out the open window, watching me work. I had bet her a dollar I could change the tire in 30 minutes. But obviously I had failed, and now I owed her a dollar. Now I had a reason to see her again after we said our goodbyes tonight.

Yes, I admit it; I have a crush on Bella. Hell if I care if it's stupid. She's free bait, her vamp is gone, and Jacob is too much a pussy to pursue her. She's all over him. He became her rock after they found her in the woods that one night. Still he doesn't get with her.

Yet through all of that, here I am, fixing her flat, basically flirting with her for a whole 32 minutes. She could be mine. I could make her fall for me like I'm falling for her.

I'd like a girlfriend. Hell, I need a girlfriend. I haven't had one since I changed for the first time, and I'm sick of sitting around waiting to imprint. I need an in-between. I need some action.

"Thanks." Bella says, breaking my thoughts.

"Yeah. You're welcome." I say as I put the flat and tools in the back.

"Le-let me give you a ride home." She says and pushes a piece of hair behind her ear. I walk up to the window and lean through. She's sitting back in the drivers seat now.

"But you were going in the opposite direction." I say.

"You fixed my flat."

"I caused your flat."

"Just get in."

"Shot gun." I say and hop in. she smirks and shakes her head. She seems… happier then usual. Maybe I got her mind off Edward. Maybe I'm helping.

Wow did this really happen so fast? Did I really fall for her in just 32 short minutes? Jeez I feel like a child.

But this isn't just based on looks like how it usually was back in middle school. We spent that whole 32 minute talking. We talked about everything. We talked about music, her school, food, weather, and Arizona life. Nothing about Jacob or Edward or really the existence of vampires or werewolves. It was a nice break. Made me feel human again.

She pulls up to my house 15 minutes later. I wonder how I could stall to get more time with her.

"Thanks for the ride." I say.

"Thanks for fixing my flat." She says, thanking me again.

"You're welcome." I smile at her.

I sit there for a moment, unsure of what to say. There isn't anything left to say I guess.

I hear the doors unlock, and I know that's my queue to go. I'm never helpless, but I sure feel like it right now.