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He smiled at me, "By the way I'm Paul; So New Zealand must be really exotic."

I shrugged "Not really, well I guess it kinda is; but you don't really notice it when you live there. It's just normal."

He nodded. I looked down at my shoes, trying to avoid his gaze. Holy crap this guy is a freak! Doesn't he know staring is RUDE!

A man on a wheel-chair, called to us "Come on kids! The foods ready!" They guys all jumped up, and almost raced each other to the table. I hadn't seen this much food since the last time I'd been to a hangi, or the time all the family came up for Christmas. They all launched themselves onto the food, piling their plates high.

"You'd better get in there kido, unless you like starving" He said watching the guys stuff their faces. "Oh, forgot to tell you. I'm Billy, Jakes Dad."

I smiled at him "Thanks for the heads up Billy, crap! They're like a pack of wolves!"

Billy laughed "You have no idea kid; no idea."

I walked toward the table, contemplating what I should get. I looked at the guys, and their plates. Well, at least I don't have to worry about looking like a pig.

Paul came toward me and handed me a plate of food. "I didn't know what you liked so I got you a bit of everything, I kinda figured you didn't know about the first in first served rule" He said and smiled at me.

"Um, thanks" I said "It's very...Uh, thoughtful of you" I tilted my head and smiled up at him.

He looked as though he'd just received a medal. I sat down on the bench seat, which was on the porch. Paul sat close next to me, I could feel warmth radiating off him. I didn't want to move away from the warmth, but I did want to move away from him. He was weird; I scooted away from him and settled myself. Trying desperately to look natural, so I didn't upset him. I could feel his gaze on my, so I looked at my plate instead. He'd given me a mountain of food, but not even as much as he'd already consumed. Slowly I began to eat, chewing each mouthful so I wouldn't have to talk. I peeked up at him through my fringe; He was looking out at the guys who were migrating toward the shed.

"You can go with them you know," I said "I don't need a baby sitter."

He was about to reply but stopped, he thought carefully. "Do you think they sent me to look after you?" He asked sounding confused.

I frowned "Well aren't you?"

He shook his head, "Seriously? They wouldn't think of something like that."

I bit the inside of my lip, Oh man, now I've gone and done it. I mentally slapped myself.

"I'll go if you don't want to hang out," He said looking a little dejected.

I shook my head quickly. "No, I just thought they sent you to baby sit me, cos you know I'm the new girl or something."

He smiled widely, "Oh, that's good" He said with relief, "I thought I was annoying you or something."

I smiled back, you are actually annoying me, but I guess beggars can't be choosers. "Thanks for hanging with me" I said. I looked down at the pile of food I still had left, there's no way I can eat all this!

"Are you by any chance still hungry?" I asked, showing him my plate.

He smiled "I'm always hungry" He said and took my plate from me. I watched him consume the rest of the food, in shock.

"How the hell do you stay in shape if you can eat all that?" I asked, totally baffled.

"Ah, now that is a trade secret" He said and grinned at me.

"Oh, and I suppose you'd have to kill me if you told me?" I said with a smirk.

He grinned a little boy smile, "Yup, but you know what? I don't wanna have to do that."

I blushed, and turned away so he didn't see. Oh my gosh! That should not make you blush! You're acting like a stupid little kid!

He stood up, "Hey, do you wanna go for a walk to the beach?" He asked.

I nodded "Sure, I haven't been yet." I stood up "Just a sec, let me grab my bag." I walked into the house; the adults were all sitting in the lounge talking. They all turned around and looked at me.

"Sorry," I said "I'm just grabbing my bag" I said sheepishly.

"Where are you going?" Dad asked. I snatched my bag of the bench.

"Paul's showing me the beach," I said.

Mum eyed me suspiciously, "Getting friendly are we?" Mum asked. The room burst into laughter.

I looked at her in horror, "Ugh! Mum please get a life!" I said and stormed out.

Paul was waiting for me where I'd left him. When he saw me he smiled, showing small dimples in his cheeks. I smiled back at him; I suppose he's not so bad, at least he's being nice to me.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yup, got my bag and my camera. My friends want lots of pictures" I explained. He nodded and led me toward a small path. I shoved my hands on my pockets; they were starting to go numb.

"How can you stand the cold! Damn, you're wearing shorts and a t-shirt!" I said in astonishment.

He grinned as though I'd just told a joke, "I guess you just get used to it," He said with a shrug.

"I don't want to get used to it, then I find it too hot when I go back home!" I said.

He frowned "You're going home?"

"Well, not exactly. I plan to go home when I've finished school" I said.

He looked as though someone had hit in the place you shouldn't hit. I frowned, why was he upset? Did I say something?

"Are you alright?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine" He muttered.

We reached the beach, it was bleak and the water looked dangerous and dark. This is not a beach. I took out my camera, and snapped a photo of the beach. I turned to Paul.

"Hey, can I get a photo with you?" I asked. He suddenly seemed much happier. He nodded, and came to stand next to me. I held the camera out in front of us, and took a photo of us with the beach in the background. I looked at the photo; I looked so pale next to him. Wow he looks good. I hadn't noticed before, but he was very attractive. He had a brilliant white smile, and rich brown eyes. I smiled up at him.

"Thanks" I said, "My friends are going to go crazy when they see this, they're so going to think that were going out."

He smiled "You could always tell them that we are, then they'd go even crazier."

I blushed, "I don't think so, and they'd want to know all sorts of info that wasn't there." The wind swept past us, I shivered.

"Are you cold?" Paul asked, looking concerned.

I nodded "A little," I admitted.

He put his arm over more my shoulder, "Better?"

I nodded, and I tilted my head so I could see his face. "Crap, you're so warm! And really tall."

He laughed "Or maybe your just really short" He mused.

I shook my head "Nope, I know I'm short, but you! You are really tall."

He shrugged, "I'm not that tall, Jake's taller than me. So is Sam and me and Embry are the same height."

I scoffed, "Yeah I'm sure all of you are on like, steroids or something."

He grinned "You could say that I suppose."

"Steroids are not cool Paul," I warned. "You could die you know?"

He ruffled my hair, normally I would react to that, but I don't want to pick a fight with a giant. "Don't you worry, we're not doing steroids or weird lab testing or anything" He assured me.

"So you Quileute guys are just freakishly huge?" I laughed.

He smiled down at me, "Mostly" He said.

We walked along the beach; I couldn't help but enjoy having his arm around my shoulder. My friends would definitely think that this was something, even though it was nothing. Birds flew over the rough water, making a shrill cawing noise. It reminded me of the beach at home in winter. The sun was starting to set; it made the beach turn a beautiful shade of pink and purple. Paul let go of me and jogged down to the water. I watched as he waded into the water.

"What are you doing!" I called to him. I could see him smiling at me.

"Come on in the water's great!" He called back.

"Are you kidding? I'm cold and I'm not even in the water!" I shook my head in disbelief.

He came running back to me, "Try it" He said taking my hand. I suddenly felt warm again.

"You promise it won't be freezing?" I asked.

"Well, If you stay with me it will be" He said with a grin.

"If I freeze I'll hold you personally responsible" I threatened.

"Okay" He said.

He pulled me to the water's edge, "Ready?" He asked.

I shook my head "I can't do it, it's too cold" I whined.

I dropped my bag in the sand as He scooped me up, as though I weighed no more than a feather, He began to wade into the water.

I shrieked, "No!" He dove into the water with me in his arms. We surfaced, and he was right I was still warm.

I shook my head at him "You are crazy Paul!" I said.

He grinned "Thanks."

I laughed, the waves crashed into us. Pushing us under, I clung to him. I spat the water out of my mouth.

"We'd better get back now" He said smiling at me. We waded out of the water, and picked up my things. Paul snatched up my camera and took a photo of me.

"Hey!" I complained, "You have to at least let me know you're taking a photo of me before you take it!"

"It's a great photo though" He said.

"Sure it is! I just got half drowned, I'm sure I look just great." I said sarcastically.

He tilted his head to the side, and looked at me curiously. "I think you look beautiful" He said.

I blushed yet again today. How does this boy do this to me? He stepped closer to me; he gently tilted my face toward his. He was leaning in toward me, and I knew what he was about to do. I put my hand in front of my face. I shook my head at him.

"Paul, you're a great guy" I said softly, "But, I've only just met you."

He pouted; I suddenly wished I hadn't stopped him. He looked like a child that had just been told off.

"I don't kiss on the first date" I said and grinned at him.

He sighed "Well, I'm just going to have to take you on a lot of dates then aren't I?" He swept my hair out of my eyes, "Real dates."

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Hangi means- A type of food, usually meat and vegetables wrapped in tin-foil. It's cooked in a dug out pit with hot rocks. (this is a traditional Maori way to cook food)

Anyway I should probably get some sleep now! Wouldn't want to exhaust your little writer maniac would you??? LOL

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