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I shivered as we drove home; my soaking clothes clung to me. The water wasn't warm any more, without Paul it was freezing. How is this even possible? How can one person keep me that warm? My teeth clattered together noisily. Mum glared at me in the rear view mirror.

"What were you thinking?" She scolded "You could get pneumonia!"

I shrugged; the truth is I didn't know either. "It didn't seem cold when I was with Paul."

Michelle snickered, "I wonder what you were up to? What could have kept you so warm?"

"Shut up Michelle!" I said and punched her shoulder.

"Ow!" She cried, "Mu-um, Wai hit me!"

Mum turned around in her seat, glaring at us. "Both of you cut it out, you're acting like children" She warned, giving us stern looks before turning away. Michelle smirked at me. I pulled the fingers at her and turned toward the window. Sometimes she can be such a bitch! What's her problem anyway! I scowled.

We pulled into our driveway, the truck rumbled to a stop and I got out. I slammed the door and marched inside. Storming into my room, and again slamming the door.

"Stupid sister! Stupid Mum! Stupid La Push!" I muttered, as I dragged my dripping clothes off. I dried myself off and put on a thick pair of winter pyjamas. I wrapped myself in my dressing gown, and collapsed onto my bed. It wasn't the same as my old bed, it was hard and the blankets smelt strange. I sighed and looked up at the roof.

What's up with Paul, He's definitely a strange one. I smiled as I remembered what he'd said to me. His voice was smooth, and deep. Was he really interested in me? I bit my lower lip, as I often do when I'm thinking, I swear I'll bite it off one day. I yawned; it would be about 7 in the morning at home. Luckily I'd got lots of sleep on the plane, or I'd be a zombie by now. My eyes got heavier and I slowly drifted to sleep.

I rubbed my eyes, and blinked slowly. The sky was dark and clouded, and I was freezing. I must have forgotten to get under my blankets last night. I crawled under my blankets, rubbing some warmth back into my arms. I pulled the duvet over my head, my breath making warm condensation around me. I curled up into a ball and went back to sleep. I woke to Michelle banging on my bedroom door.

"Your boyfriend is here!" She yelled at me through the door.

I scowled, trust the mega bitch to say that! "Shut up!" I yelled back.

"Hurry up or I'll send him away!"

"Alright! Alright, I'm up already!" I growled.

I dragged myself out of bed, and thudded toward the door. I looked at my reflection for a moment; my hair looked like it was being turned into a home for the rodents of the neighbourhood. I groaned, I can't even brush my hair! Come on, don't I look bad enough already! I glared at Michelle as I walked past, she smirked at me. She gave me the once over and laughed. I walked into the lounge; Paul was sitting on the sofa. He turned and saw me. His face lit up and he gave me a huge smile. Ugh! I can't deal with people in the mornings, curse the day people became social!

"Hi" he said far too cheerily for someone in the morning.

"Hey Paul," I groaned "Ugh, what time is it?"

Michelle walked past "It's one thirty, numb skull!" She slammed her door.

"Man, now I feel like such a bum!" I yawned. I padded into the kitchen; Paul followed close behind me.

"Your not the only one who sleeps late" He said with a grin, "Don't feel too bad."

"Thanks for the consolation, but somehow I slept later than my record. That's really bad!" I grabbed some cereal out of the cupboard.

"Ah! Where is the wheat-bix?" I grumbled.

"The what?" Paul said looking puzzled.

"Wheat-bix" I said slowly, "They're a New Zealand breakfast thingy. They're like wheat, made into little flaky biscuit things."

He shook his head, "Your explanations are terrible, but I'll forgive you."

I turned and looked at him, "There's a catch isn't there?" I said flatly.

He nodded, "Yup, I heard you like extreme sports. So you have to come cliff diving with me."

"Wow, that's a new way to ask someone out."

"It's not a date," He said quickly. "Unless you want it to be," He added quietly.

I shoved some cereal in my mouth, "I'll go with you if," I pointed at him with my spoon. "You promise never to wake me up again. Ever."

"Hmm, well I dunno if I can promise that. With you sleeping past noon" He grinned.

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, once I've got over the 'jet-lag' phase. You can wake me up, only if it's twelve or later."

"Deal" He said.

"Deal" I held my hand out to him, he shook it. I felt the warmth again. I let go quickly, and the warmth dissipated.

I frowned, "Are you going to tell me how you're always so warm?"

"Nope, like I said it's a secret."

"I hate secrets that I don't know" I muttered.

"Cheer up," He said and put his hand on my shoulder. I felt warm all over.

"It's not fair!" I whined, "You're like a giant heater!"

He chuckled, "I suppose, well I think you'd better get dressed."

"What am I supposed to wear? It's not like I can wear a bikini and not freeze to death" I said.

"You could, you'd just have to stay close to me until you have warm clothes on again" He said, looking pleased with his theory.

"Yeah right, and how long would I have to cling to you half naked? I don't think so mister!" I scolded. He looked like a wounded puppy, damn why is he so cute!

"Arrêtez d'essayer de me faire vous plaindre!" I scowled at him.

He blinked; looking very confused "What?"

"Stop trying to make me feel sorry for you," I repeated this time in English.

"Oh," He said, "So what language was that?" He asked, still slightly puzzled.

"French" I stated.

"New Zealanders speak French?"

"Nope, well not usually. I learned it at school" I grinned. "So are you going to tell me what to wear; or do I have to confuse you again, maybe some Maori this time?"

"Wear a swimsuit with a jersey and tights if you have them. Jeans weigh you down too much" He explained.

I nodded, "Okay, gimme a minute to change." I walked to my bedroom closing the door behind me. I took a deep breath, Gosh; this guy is torturing me! I smiled and searched through my drawers.

I pulled out my togs, a jersey and a pair of tights. I quickly changed into them, and dragged a brush through my hair. I didn't bother with make-up, he'd already seen me at my worst, plus it would just was off in the water and panda eyes were worse then going 'Ah La Natural'. I walked back into the lounge, trying not to look too eager.

"Ready?" He asked and smiled at me sweetly.

I nodded, "But I swear, Mum is gonna kill you if I get sick."

"Trust me you won't" He said confidently.

I scrawled a note on a piece of paper and left it on the bench for Mum and Dad. 'Gone out with Paul, be back soon. Waiata.'

I followed Paul out to his truck, trying to keep up with his giant steps. We got in, and he started the truck. It roared to life, making loud noises that sounded like coughing or maybe choking? Paul smiled at me gingerly.

"It's not the best truck in the world, but it works" He said.

I smiled at him, "Don't worry I come from New Zealand, I've seen much, much worse."

He chuckled "I find that hard to believe" He said and pulled out of the driveway.

I shrugged "Don't believe me then. But New Zealand isn't all 'clean and green' like they say it is, if it was no-one would live there."

"That's for sure, have you seen the ads that New Zealand tourism puts out?"

I nodded "Of course I have, Bloody hell is it always this cold here!" I complained.

"Yup."

"Great, one word sentences, that makes for awesome convos!"

He glanced over at me smiling sweetly, "Were here," He said. "See that was a two word sentence."

I shoved him gently; "You're an egg."

I grinned at him and jumped out of the truck. The wind blew through my hair, my thin layer of clothes failing to shield me at all. Paul got out and walked casually toward me. He held out his hand to me.

"I'm not a baby, I can find my way around without your help," I skipped past him toward the cliff.

I stopped at the edge, looking down at the precarious waters. I took a deep breath. Well this should be a rush. I turned to look at Paul; he pulled off his shirt. Revealing his muscle covered chest; I blinked and looked away before he could catch me staring at him.

"You sure you're up for this?" He said smugly, "This may be a little bigger than anything you've done in New Zealand."

"The question is, can you stop me if you chicken out?"

"Come on then bush baby," He said as he scooped me up. He charged toward the cliff, propelling us of the edge. The wind caught my hair, sending it into a wild rage. I screamed and clung to Paul tightly, the water loomed beneath us drawing nearer with every second. We went crashing through the water; I felt the waves crashing against us as we tried to surface. I gasped as I finally found the air; I could feel Paul's bare chest pressed against me. He pulled the both of us back to the shore. We collapsed onto the pebbly sand.

"Okay I admit it," I said through shaky breaths. "That was way scarier than anything I've ever done before."

He looked at me, his face concerned. "Are you okay?"

I nodded "Just a little shaken."

I lay back on the sand, Paul at my side. Keeping me warm, I took deep breaths. Slowly my breathing became normal again.

"Wow what a rush!" I exclaimed.

"I thought you were gonna die!" Paul said, sounding slightly torn.

"I've got a lot of life to live before that day comes, trust me." I turned to him and said, "Stop worrying you sound like my Mother!"

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