PAULS POV

"Do not touch me" She said slapping my hand.

I pulled my hand back, looking at it. She actually hit pretty hard for a girl her size , but then again, her father was strong, she must have gotten it from him.. She literally could pull the phrase- "Don't judge a book a by its cover." very well.

"Ow. Okay. Sorry. Geez you hit pretty hard." I said, I moved my fingers, as a tingling pain came. "I just want to buy you something to eat." I said to her.

Her face was red, I didn't know if it was from running, anger, or shyness.

She stared at me for a moment before she said. "Fine. But I'm warning you. I'm not a light eater."

I was surprised she had actually agreed, but I took it.

I hadn't told Jacob, and I was going to try and hide it the best I could. But I had dreamt of her. Its said that when one dreams, it a session of thoughts, or emotions, that passes to the mind when you sleep. But if that was true, then why did I kiss her in my dream? I hadn't thought of kissing her, I hadn't even spoken of it…

"Fine by me. I like a girl with a good appetite." I said smiling, trying to make her smile. But she didn't. She just said "Fine." And walked past me to the diner.

I walked behind her.

So she eats food too? Maybe that's why she's so controlled. I thought.

"Are your friends still inside waiting for you?" she asked, not even turning to look at me.

"No, they just left." I said. Jacob had actually been the one who saw her out the window, and told me to go talk to her. He and the boys had left, so I could try and talk to her alone, "befriend her" as he had said.

She reached the door, and stood in front of it, with her arms crossed, she looked at me.

"Well?" she said.

I smirked, and opened the door for her. "Ladies first." I said.

Once inside, we were greeted by the waitress "Did you forget something?" she asked, smiling to me.

"Oh um no. Table for two." I said to her. I messed with my hair.

She looked down from me to Hannah, who still had her arms crossed, she was looking around the diner, as if it had been the first time she had been inside.

The waitress escorted us to a table, not too far from the one, the boys and I usually sat at.

"Would you guys like something to drink?" the waitress asked.
"Strawberry shake." Hannah said. Opening the menu, and reviewing it.

"I'll have the same." I said to the waitress. The waitress smiled, and left to get our drinks.

I looked over at Hannah, studying her. She looked a lot like Bella did, but she did have a few features of her father as well. Her eyes were dark, but I wasn't sure it was her natural color, or if she was hungry like the leeches eyes became, when they were.

She looked up from her menu. "What?" she asked, still in the same angry tone.

"Nothing." I said. Trying not laugh.

"So, Paul." She said my name sarcasticly. "Why do you keep running into me" she asked.

She looked up at the waitress, as she put our shakes down.

"Are you guys ready to order?" she asked.

I looked at Hannah, who just looked down at her menu.

"I'll take the 10 oz T-Bone steak- as rare as your cook can go, with mash potatoes, and peas. A order of BBQ Pork ribs, some breaded fried shrimp, a order of buffalo chicken wings, chili cheese fries, and hmm lets see… oh some mozzarella sticks…. Are you ordering anything?" she asked me.

Is she for real!? I thought to myself. "No…" I said staring at her. I looked up at the waitress, as Hannah handed her the menu, I could tell the waitress, wasn't sure if Hannah was serious. But she left, to place the order.

"Are you seriously going to finish all that food?" I asked her.

"What? I said I wasn't a light eater. If you don't have the money, then I can very well cancel it and go home now." She said seriously.

"I didn't say that." I said to her. "I really have to see this." I said.

"Look I don't know what sort of girl you date, but I defiantly am not afraid to eat." She said.

"Oh.. so this is a date huh?" I said smiling to her.

"No. This is not a date" she said, I could see her cheeks becoming crimson. "I don't even know you…. can you excuse me for a moment? I need to go freshen up." She said getting up, and going to the bathroom.

Shortly after she had left, the waitress came over, she left the shakes and went to take another tables order.

I took a sip of my shake and tapped my nails against the table.

I really didn't think she was going to accept my offer, and now that we were here… what was I going to say to her? Even more ask her, without her thinking I was asking too much.

I looked up, when something red caught my attention, Hannah's shirt.

She made her way back to the table and sat down. Her hair was wet, but still in a pony tail. She had washed the sweat off her face.

"I have to say, you are the first person I allow to see me practically without makeup." She said.

Makeup? Why the hell does she wear makeup for? I thought vampires didn't need it. "Eternal beauty" or some crap like that. I thought to myself.

"You look fine." I said to her.

She rolled her eyes.

"So do you always run through here?" I asked her.

"No. I don't know why I did today, it's a first actually." She said.

"I'm glad you did then." I said smiling to her.

We were inturuppted by our waitress and her helper, as they delivered Hannah's food.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" she asked.

Hannah shook her head, as she poked at her fries with her fork, and ate them. Not even bothering to blow on them, either they weren't hot. Or she could take the heat.

The waitress excused herself.

"So Paul, how old are you?" she asked.

"…sixteen."' I said. I was actually well beyond sixteen, but physically I would stay like this, as long as I was- what I was.

"Hah! I'm older then you." she said, cutting into her steak. I could see the blood come out, from the center.

Well she likes blood… but then again its not odd to eat rare piece of steak. I said to myself.

"I'm taller then you." I said teasing her, about her height.

She wasn't short per say, if anything, she was pretty tall for a girl, but I still towered over her.

"So Hannah, what can you tell me about yourself?" I asked.

She pointed at her ribs, offering me one. I decided to take one.

"Well.. depends what you would like to know. Ask me anything you want." She said, piling her peas into the center of her mash potatoes. Creating a sort of nest.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said trying not to laugh.

"So many questions you could ask, and that's the one?" she said smiling. "Eh, its something me and my brother grew up doing." She said scooping it up and putting it into her mouth.

She cut another piece of her steak, and mixed it with the mashed potato- pea mixture.

"Try this, its actually pretty good." She said bringing the fork towards my mouth.

I grabbed her hand, and brought the fork to my mouth. I clamped my mouth around the fork, and slowly pulled it away from me. Letting go of her hand.

I chewed on it, looking at her. She looked down shyly, and turned crimson again.

"So what do you think?" she asked, not looking up at me. She was still blushing.

"A little too… rare for me." I said. "So you have a brother?" I asked her.

"Yeah. A twin actually… his name is Emmett." She said.

I don't know why, but the name hit me. Bella had named him after his father.

"Is he a jr?" I asked her.

"Nah, my fathers name is Edward." She said.

Edward? Does that mean, they don't know about their real father? I asked myself.

"Whats your moms name." Although I already knew this answer.

"Isabella. But she said she grew up being called Bella." She said.

I looked down at her food, and was surprised to see that, it was all practically gone. I hadn't even noticed her go through it. She didn't even seem to be slightly bothered, by such an amount she had consumed.

"Do you go to school?" I asked her. I took one of the fries she still had left.

"Yeah. I'm a Junior at Forks High School." She said. "My parent's met there. High School sweethearts." She said rolling her eyes.

"Why did you roll your eyes to that?" I asked her smirking.

"It just seems so cheesy, high school sweet hearts? What is that? Dating is just so… over rated" She said, trying to find a word.

"Over rated? Hannah, have you ever had a boyfriend?" I asked her.

"I don't see how that is any of your business." She said.

"I assumed, I was allowed to ask whatever I wanted." I said apologetic.

"No I have never had a boyfriend, but that doesn't mean I couldn't." she said a little loudly. "How about you? Was that your… wife I saw you with last time?"

I tried thinking back, at who she may have seen me with, and remembered Emily.

"Emily? Oh no, we're just really close friends. She's like an older sister to me." I said to her.

I noticed her look down at my ring finger, and realized she must have seen Emily's and assumed something.

"I love her a lot, but not in the way you may be thinking." I said.

We stayed quiet, only the sounds of the diner, and her fork scraping against the plate, voided out the awkward silence.

"… so, do you go to school?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said lying. I had long gone dropped out. Couldn't keep up with it.

"Oh yeah? What school?" she asked.

"It's a reservation school." I said.

"In La Push?" she asked suddenly very interested.

"Yeah." I said. "Have you been to La Push?" I asked.

"No… my parents told Emmett and I, that we should stay away from there… that it's a bad… place." She said.

I could tell she was trying to say it, in a way I wouldn't get offended. And I very well knew, she was trying to say it as nice as she could.

"What? Nooo, La Push is beautiful." I said to her. "I can show you sometime."

She stopped eating, and looked up at me. "Yeah! Okay. Like I'll go out with a little kid." She said.

Little? If I could age, I could be her father. I thought to myself.

"Your only a year older then me Hannah." I said.

She snorted and finished the last of her food. She sighed and sat back relieved.

"Wow… you actually ate it all…" I said looking at the empty dishes.

"Yep, and now I have to go back out, and burn it off." She said.

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HANNAH'S POV

I had actually been full about half the basket of fries away. But not wanting to be out done by my own words, I decided to keep going.

It was actually much harder to act as if I was not even the slightest full, then it was to eat the last fried shrimp.

"Your going to run again?" Paul asked.

"After eating all this food, umm yeah." I said. I was surprising myself, on how sarcastic I was being with him.

Usually I would act like this with friends, in other words.. those whom I was most comfortable with.

And this guy… well lets face it, although he was cute… charming… well he was a stranger to me still.

The waitress came back to the table, and asked if we wanted any dessert.

"Are you going to get dessert?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "No."

He smiled to the waitress, and asked for the check.

She excused her self, after telling him, that he could pay at the cash register.

"Well Paul, thank you very much for everything. I hope I do not see you again, because really I know your trying to be charming and all, but it's a federal offense to stalk someone." I said.

Hannah, are you flirting with this guy? I asked myself. Where did I all of a sudden grow some?

"Who said I was stalking you?" he asked amused.

I could tell I was blushing, so I looked away, and got out the booth.

I waited for him to stand up, and once again I realized exactly how much taller he was then me. I felt like a shrimp next to him, and even then I was a pretty tall girl.

He went ahead of me, and took out a wallet from his back pocket, and paid for the food.

I did not catch how much the amount was, but considering the amount of food I had consumed, I knew it was a pretty high number. And I found myself embarrassed that he had to spend so much on me. Especially since he didn't even know me.

I looked at him then at the door, not sure if I should just leave, or wait for him.

I decided I would leave, but just as my hand touched the door, he was already pushing it open for me.

"You mind if I join you?" he asked me.

"Like on my run?" I asked him. I wondered why this guy wanted to join me, but maybe then, I could get to know him a little better.

He nodded, opening the second door for me.

"Sure, but I honestly don't think you can keep up. I have pretty good condition." I said.

"What like you can run fast?" he asked.

"No. I can't run that fast, but I can last." I said.

"So can I." he said.

I stretched my arms, and then touched my toes. Not realizing that the position I was in, was much more flattering for him to see, then I wanted.

I stood up straight again and looked at him.

"What are you looking at?" I said a little snappish.

"Nothing." He said stretching.

"Ready?" I asked, not even giving him so much time to stretch.

"Yeah." He said.

Together we got back on to the road, and ran on the side. For some time we didn't say a single word, just consintrated on our breathing. I noticed that he was actually able to keep up with me, and wondered if I kicked it up a little, if he could keep up.

So I put some speed into my feet. And much to my surprise, he kept up right next to me.

I turned to look up at him.

"Trying to out run me?" he asked.

"I can out run you." I said sure of myself.

"Pfft." He said laughing. "Is that a challenge?" he asked.

Oh oh, he just screwed himself over, perhaps I hadn't mentioned it before. But living with not only a twin, but a brother, made me a very competitive person.

With out a word, I sped up. Letting my arms relax, and swing in front of me. I raised my knee's higher, so I could run longer strides. Focusing on the road ahead of me, I tried to run as fast as I could.

I didn't even bother to look behind- where I was sure Paul was. Because I was so focused to what was in front of me, I didn't notice him. Until Paul passed by me, and got right in front of me, he turned around and ran backwards smiling.

My eyes widened, I was actually a little freaked out, at the fact that he was able to catch up to me like this. He had an athletic built, but to be able to out run me like this? Only a real competitive.

"How the fu-" I tired saying, but only found myself falling.

Paul had tripped over something, and was now falling backwards, causing me to fall forward on to him.

Just before we both started to fall, I saw him open his eyes wide in shock, his natural human instincts told him to fling his arms to his side, trying to balance himself.

But much to my surprise, with an incredible reflex he wrapped his arms around my back.

As we hit onto the road, we both grunted, I wasn't sure if he had grunted from the impack of the ground, or of my weight hitting him. We skid, before we finally stopped.

I stayed laying on top of his hot body, both of us breathing heavily, either from running or from the scare. One way or the other, we seemed like dehydrated animals.

"Oh my god." I said, and with out much thought, I let my head collapse.

I could feel my heart pounding, and I concluded my breathing had came from fear, and not from the physical running- itself. I closed my eyes, so I could let my breathing regulate.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean for this to happen." He said brushing some of the hair away from the cheek, away from his chest.

It was then that I realized that my head, had been rising and falling to the pace of his chest.

I tilted my head up. "I'm fine. Sorry." I said rolling off him. I rolled on to my back, right next to him, on the road.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, looking up at the trees above us.

"Yeah." He said.

I turned to look at him, and just about at the same time, we both broke out into a laughter.

"You should have seen the look on your face." I said to him.

He rolled over to his side, so he was facing me. I turned my gaze back up to the trees.

"Are we just going to lay here?" I asked him. Trying to ignore the blushing that wanted to creep up.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him shrug.
"Why not?" he asked.

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PAULS POV

I used my arm as a pillow on the hard road. I studied her features, now that I was much closer. What I noticed, was her eyes. Unlike earlier, they weren't dark, they were brown now. She had stunningly big brown eyes, which long curled eyelashes. She had very profound high cheek bones, which complimented her when she blushed.

But where I found myself drawn into, was her lips. They were pouty, and they brought me back the dream I had, had. I watched as she licked them.

"Because its dangero-" she tried answering my question.

But since I had been to busy looking at her, I hadn't even paid attention to a car that was coming at full speed, around the corner of the tree's

It wasn't until I heard her gasp, and look up. I turned to look at the car, as it was coming towards us. I was sure who ever was driving, wouldn't see us in time to stop.

I grabbed Hannah around the waist and rolled her with me off the road, and on to the dirt by the trees in the woods. When we had rolled on to the dirt, I had rolled on top of her.

As the car passed, we both stared at it, until it drove past our eyes view.

"That's why." She said almost whispering.

I could feel her breast, hitting my chest, as her chest fell and rose.

"I think I'm going to wind up killing you." I said to her… literally…

She looked up at me, licking her lips slowly.

"Why do you say that?" she asked in the same hushed voice.

I hadn't realized I had brought my face inches closer to hers.

"Because I'm a bad guy." I said to her. I was more trouble, then she knew.

She looked at my lips, biting down on her lower lip.

"I don't think you are." She said.

I bet you probably thought I was going to kiss her, because I could swear its what she wanted.

But when a second car passed by, its like we both were conscious at how close our bodies were.

I got off her and cleared my throat. Whatever the hell had just happened... I can not explain. I didn't exactly want to kiss her. But I was more then less curious.

"Well I think I have to go." I said standing up.

I held my hand out to her, but she refused it, and stood up on her own.

I didn't know if I should hug her good bye, or kiss her cheek or hand, or just simply wave.

I decided to shake her hand.

"Well Paul, like I said earlier, I hope I don't run into you again." She said smirking.

We shook hands for a few seconds, before letting go.

"It's not my fault if I bump into you again." I said to her. I turned around and started to walk towards the direction of the diner again. "Take care. I have a feeling I will be seeing you again." I said to her.

"Thank you for everything!" she called after me. I waved my hand, not looking at her, as I jogged around the corner, where the cars had came from.

It wasn't that I didn't want to keep running with her, it was just, that it wouldn't take long, before we would reach the territory line. And then I wouldn't have any excuse to suddenly part ways with her.

I turned around to make sure she couldn't see me. Before I ran into the woods, and phased to get back to La Push.

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