For sanity's sake, I've decided to refer to Paul as Paul, even though he's currently inside of my body, and I've decided to refer to me as me, even though I'm trapped inside his body. This, I think, will make me seem less crazy. At this point, maybe I was.
Paul suggested we go to his friend Sam's house, and swore that Sam was exactly the right person, and would know exactly what to do. But I was a research kind of girl, so I insisted on going straight over to mine, so we could privately go over our schedules for the day together and look up anything like this that'd happened before. There had to be right? We couldn't have been the first.
I led Paul up the walk to my house, but made it a point for him to walk in before me. After all, I don't think my mom would like to see a seven foot guy walking through her front door. I stumble in after, having to duck my head to fit inside. Something about my house seemed different. Smaller. I bump into the small table we keep by the door with everyone's keys on it and curse loudly, making my mom rush into the room.
"Shush!" My grandmother screams from the other room. She is old, and senile, and smells like cats, even though we don't own any.
"Who's this?" My mother says to Paul, raising her brows in a way that was way too encouraging for my liking. I frown but smile wide when she glances up at me.
"This is Paul." Paul tells my mom and motions to me. "Isn't he handsome?" Paul inquires and my mother giggles and nods. She was pretty and girly, and entitled to more than La Push, or so she thought. She was always trying to get me to wear makeup, and wear matching underwear, and other things like that.
"We're just going to go over some history notes." I smile at her, and she turns to Paul and winks big, making me gag in the back of my throat. We stampede up into my room and I flick on the lights. "Now I Know your egotistical little mind may not understand that this is dreadful-" I say but Paul cuts me off with a snort, flopping back onto my bed.
"Dude, you ride a skateboard and wear jeans with holes in them. You're not supposed to say stuff like egomystical and dreadful." He says with a grin.
"Are you stupid?" I growl at him, and he sits up from his spot on my bed.
"Sorry, don't get mad okay, stay calm." He says, and I roll my eyes. No guy wanted to deal with an upset girl I guess. Especially not one in his body.
"I'm going to make a list of everything I did today. We have to have done something the same." I think out loud so he understands and I lean over my desk to jot down the list. Almost everything in my room is navy blue, or black, or grey, and is dreadfully plain, so Paul has nothing to complain about if this whole body thing happened to last overnight. I, on the other hand, was afraid of what waited for me at Paul's house.
I look back to him after I've written a few things on the list, and see that he's just sitting there staring openly at me, a small smile on his face as he watches me.
"Perv." I shoot at him and he immediately snatches his eyes away and makes his way to my open closet.
"Do you even own any girl clothes?" He asks, his brow quirked as he shifts through the hangers.
"The big box in the back." I tell him, and cringe instantly as I watch him bend down and pick it up. It was full of mini skirts, and tank tops, and tight clothing and dresses that my mom'd picked out for me over the years. "Don't." I say when he's about to open it. For a minute I see the argument and taunt in his eyes but it disappears instantly and he just puts the box down. "Now would you help me out here?" I seethe to him, but he's shaking his head.
"We need to see Sam. He understands this kind of stuff. We need to." He says and I'm so fed up with talk of Sam that I throw down my pencil and stand, tapping my foot.
"Well, come on then." I say, hands on my hips.
"Oh my God, never do that again." He says horrified and I realize that I'd just made Paul's body look like a pubescent girl. I throw back my head, laughing, before waving him through the bedroom door.