(((Hey guys, emzies, Lady Lunar and puRplEsuNseTs thanks for all your awesome reviews you guys rock. Glad you liked Paul's POV, yes I did give him a very 'me' kinda flair i.e. assassins is something I would say or refer to often (no I'm not a psycho maniac XD) So I've reached 30 reviews so far, and I reckon we can get to 50 reviews, I know there are heaps of people reading, yes 50 people have read just for this month so people PLEASE review. This chapter is back in Waiata's POV)))

Mum knocked on my door, "Wai, dinner's ready."

I blinked; damn I fell asleep again.

"Ugh, I'll be out in a minute" I mumbled

I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up. I stood up ran my fingers through my knotted hair, I frowned.

I've been asleep for like half an hour and I already have bed-head! How?

I glared at myself in the mirror, as I painfully dragged my brush through my hair. The smell of roast chicken wafted into my room, making my mouth water. I walked into the dinning room and slumped into my chair. Michelle was scowling at her plate, obviously wanting to be anywhere but here.

Mum put the chicken on a hot plate in front of me, my stomach growled.

Mum smiled, "Someone's ready for dinner."

I nodded, "Apparently."

Michelle groaned, "Okay, the food's here now can I go back to my room now!"

"No you can not!" Mum snapped, "You're just as much a part of this family as the rest of us, so start acting like it."

I smirked at Michelle. Shame, no more special treatment for little Michelle anymore.

I served my dinner, digging in immediately.

"I see you've learned how to eat a lot faster, must be from spending so much time with Paul" Mum said smiling at me.

I choked on my food, spitting it on my plate. I looked up at her like she was insane.

"Spending so much time with Paul?" I said, slightly amused.

She nodded, "You two are such a nice couple, has he asked you to be his girlfriend yet?"

I stared blankly at her, "Mum, I don't go out with Paul. I go out with Brad," She just stared at me looking confused.

"You know the guy I've been dating for the past few days?"

She blinked, "Oh, right."

I rolled my eyes, congratulations little miss observant.

Dad cleared his throat, "Brad?"

"Ugh, do I really have to repeat this again?"

"What's he like?" Dad said gruffly.

"Oh I dunno, he's a punk rocker with a foot long Mohawk. He wears leather pants and has lots of tattoos" I said my voice laced with sarcasm.

Michelle smirked, "A guy that awesome would never go out with you."

I smiled at her sweetly, "It's okay 'chelle you can have all the psychopaths for yourself." I turned to Dad, "It's okay Dad, he's a really nice guy."

"That's what every girl thinks about their boyfriends" He muttered folding his arms over his chest.

"So when do we get to meet the lovely young man?" Mum asked.

I raised my eyebrows in shock, "Um, how 'bout never."

She frowned, "Why not?"

"Ah, because I said so." I got up from the table, "And don't ask again, cos the answer is no!"

"Waiata come back here!" Mum yelled.

I ignored her and marched into my room.

I pulled my jacket out of the closet and slipped it over my shoulders. I opened the window carefully; making sure it didn't creak. I lowered myself out the window, and onto the soggy ground. The rain was light, for now at least. I trudged my way to the front of the yard, dodging the puddles covering almost all the grass, and jumped over the fence. I headed toward the beach, and shivered as a gust of wind passed me blowing my hair in all directions. I shoved my slightly numb hands into my pockets, and pushed on through the wind. The waves were crashing violently against the sand. I sat down in the sand, taking off my boots and buried my feet. I looked out at the water; the small glimpse of sun that was there was slowly disappearing along the horizon. I sighed and put my head on my knees.

Ugh, what am I going to do! Even my mum thought I was dating Paul. Crap Brad is going to hate this! I move countries immediately get chased by guys, stalked by some psycho chick, and my parents turn into overly nosey cows!

The air around me suddenly seemed warmer, I looked up to see Paul standing in front of me. His head was tilted to the side; I fought the smile that I could feel on my lips. Forcing myself to frown.

Oh no you don't Waiata Nolan! You can not smile just because he's here!

"What are you ding here?" I managed to mumble.

He smiled at me, "I could ask you the same thing, it's getting dark do want me to take you home?"

I looked up at him, "Home?"

He looked at me with a confused expression, "Uh, yeah home."

"I don't know where home is anymore" I said and stared out at the ocean.

He sat down next to me; "Home is where ever you want it to be."

I bit my bottom lip; "I guess so."

We sat there in silence, listening to the lull of the waves. I took a deep breath. Paul gave me a worried glance. I smiled at him awkwardly.

"I'm surprised you haven't told me to piss off yet," He said with a chuckle.

I looked at him for a moment, "Would you like me to?"

He shook his head quickly, "Definitely not."

I stuck my tongue out at him, "Brad's gonna really hate you."

He shrugged, "I'm not doing anything wrong. So can we be friends?"

I raised my eyebrows at him, "Friends. Not friends with benefits, just friends?"

He looked shocked for a moment, then broke out in a huge grin. "Only if you want benefits."

I shoved him. "Not a chance," I laughed "Your such a weirdo!"

His face dropped, and that puppy dog face was back.

"Oh, shit. No not in a bad way, like ugh! I can't explain it, but it's not a bad thing." I stammered trying to find the right words to explain it.

He frowned, "In a good way? So you don't think I'm weird?" He looked at me hopefully.

I giggled, "No I think your weird, but I didn't say weird was a bad thing."

"I am so confused."

I grinned, "Great then you're exactly where I want you to be, for now anyway."

He pushed his hair back, "Well..."

"It's all right it's a New Zealand thing," I said standing up and brushing all the sand off my jeans. I pulled my boots back on and started walking back.

"Hey, where you going?" Paul called, and strode over to me.

"To my house, which is so not home" I said.

"Do you want me to walk with you?" He asked.

I thought about it for a minute. "You have to disappear before I get to my house, my parents already suspect things, without adding fuel to the fire."

"Um, okay?"

I grinned again, "You really need to keep up Paulie." I said using a think Queens accent.

He laughed, looking down at me. Curse my genes! So horribly short!

"Well I'd better go now," He said with a small pout.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah you'd better."

I walked past him, but he took my hand in his. I could feel his wonderful heat warming my body. I turned and looked at him.

"I won't give up on you," He said his eyes looked into mine intensely.

"Well you do that," I said.

He leaned toward me, before I could stop him he pushed his lips against mine. My face felt so warm, his lips were soft. It felt good. My lips moved with his, I could feel my heart pounding. Suddenly it hit me, Holy crap what am I doing!

I pulled away, and looked up at him in shock. My lips tingled as the warmth left them. I sat down on the pavement, and put my head in my hands.

Holy crap! I just cheated on my boyfriend! I could feel my stomach doing flips.

"Waiata! Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" Paul said frantically. I ignored him and wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to stop myself from being sick.

What am I going to do? Brad will find out! Everyone's gonna think I'm a slut. Oh man.

Paul knelt down, so he was at the same level as me. His eyes burned with concern, Why is he so worried?

"Oh shit, this is bot good!" I groaned, "This is all your fault" I muttered.

He smirked, "I know you liked it."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Maybe he's right, It did feel well... good. Didn't it?

"I'm gonna be the talk of the town as soon as this gets out." I groaned "Shit, I thought we agreed just friends!"

Paul pushed my hair out of my eyes, "I'm sorry." He said, looking at me sincerely. I looked away from his gaze, and sighed.

I pointed my finger at him, "This never happened, you never saw me tonight. We didn't talk, you didn't hang with me and we most definitely did not kiss! Got it?"

He gulped, "I won't tell" He muttered something under his breath.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Nothing, I won't tell okay?"

I nodded, "Help me up."

He took my hand and pulled me off the ground. "Don't even think about saying anything," I warned as I walked away. I opened the front door quietly, hoping like hell that my parents hadn't tried to check on me. As I walked in the light snapped on, Mum was standing there in her nightgown. She was furious, I could tell just by the look on her face. I looked at the floor and tried to slip past her. She put her arm out, blocking my way.

"What are you playing at!" She screamed.

I winced, "Nothing" I mumbled.

"You are such a brat! We were worried sick! You could've been abducted, or gotten lost anything could happen. You just don't go out at night like that!"

"I'm sorry mum, okay just ground me already. Spare me the lecture I've heard it enough times before!"

"No it's not okay! You are going to learn damn it child!"

"I'm not a child Mother! So stop treating me like one!" I hissed, and stormed past her slamming my bedroom door behind me.

Ugh, I'm so sick of her! Why can't she just let me live!

I took a deep breath, calming myself.

This all started because of a boy, great! Just what I need!

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