I thought you said it was easy,

Listening to your heart,

I thought you said I'd be okay,

So why am I breaking apart?

Don't wanna be torn.

~ Torn by Hannah Montana

(((Hey Guys, Hope you enjoyed the last chapter, yeah I know it was a cliff hanger. But what can I say I had to make you come back XD Just to make things clear, I am not a hannah montana fan, but the song seemed to fit. Anyway, thanks to my fantastical reviewers Lady Lunar, Counter-of-stars, emzies and puRplEsuNseTs. Also a huge thanks to all my readers from the USA you guys are crazy on fire, following closely in their footsteps are New Zealand (woot my country yeah! Sorry I have to be a little bit biased! XD), the UK, Ireland and Australia! Love you guys, hope you like this chapter please review it means so much to me when you do. So here it is)))

I quickly wiped the tears away, blinking to prevent the rest I could feel welling up in the corners of my eyes. I pushed my hair out of my face, composing myself as much as I could.

I looked at Brad, my lip quivering as I spoke. "We're done. Get out," I said without raising my voice at all.

He looked at me innocently; he got up and walked over to my side. He raised his hand placing it on my cheek. I flinched at his touch. The thought of him with someone else, was settling into my mind. I could feel a knot forming in my throat, and that sickening feeling deep in my stomach. I pulled the door open, motioning for him to leave. He lingered in the door way, as if waiting for me to change my mind.

"I'm sorry," He said pouting slightly. "Forgive me?"

I frowned, forgive you! Seething at the thought, I clenched my fists in disgust.

"I. Will. Never. Forgive you," I said through clenched teeth. "Now, get out of my house."

He stepped aside, and walked down the steps. He turned back, looking at me pleadingly. I raised my hand, waving my middle finger at him. Then slammed the door. I sighed, leaning against the door and closing my eyes. I felt a very warm sensation course through my body, then realised that Paul had just wrapped his arms around me. I felt tears slipping down my cheeks again, finally surrendering to them. Paul held me in his arms, rocking me from side to side.

"Shh, it'll be alright" He said.

He guided me to the sofa, and sat me down. He carefully tilted my head up so I was looking at him.

"You'll be okay, now I'm going to make you a 'feel better' lunch" He said, smiling at me.

I smiled weakly back at him. "Thanks," I said.

I watched as he raided the kitchen, taking out anything and everything containing sugar, caffeine and chocolate. I turned to stare out the window, a group of kids walked past, laughing loudly. They each held beach towels, and one had a picnic basket. I couldn't help but think that if none of this had happened; I would be one of the happy people heading to the beach today. I sighed, and decided to try to erase my thoughts by watching T.V. I surfed through the channels, skipping past the boring talk shows, until I found a morning cartoon. I watched the crazy little character's, smirking as their eyes became so big that they didn't fit on their faces. I resisted yelling at the screen, as they stopped in the middle of a fight to speak to each other. It was ridiculous; all of a sudden everything stops just because they're talking! I flicked the T.V off in frustration.

"Stupid cartoons," I muttered.

Paul walked back into the lounge, balancing a huge tray. It was covered in delicious looking treats, and I could smell the coffee. Not just any coffee, it was without a doubt a mochachino, with chocolate sprinkles. My amazing coffee senses were buzzing. He smiled, carefully placing the tray on the table beside me. He bowed dramatically.

"Your lunch Madame," He said in a terrible French accent.

"Merci, Monsieur" I said taking the mug from the tray.

He sat down next to me, he wasn't even touching me, but I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. I tucked my legs up under myself, taking a chocolate covered biscuit, and dunking it in the coffee. I peeked up at Paul, from beneath my fringe. He was smiling at me, as if sitting there watching me eat was the most fascinating thing in the world. I looked up at him, he didn't look away. His smile widened.

"What?"

He shook his head, "Nothing."

I rolled my eyes dramatically. "Your so weird, Paul."

He put his hand over his heart, "Oh, the pain!" He cried.

I smirked.

"Oh, well. I guess I'll get over it, considering that you've been calling me weird since the day we met."

I raised my brows, sceptically.

"You have!"

I shrugged, "Probably, but you have no proof, so I choose to deny it."

He stuck his tongue out childishly.

I giggled. "Nope, I change my mind, you are completely bonkers!"

He gave me a puzzled look.

"It means crazy."

He chuckled, "Yeah, I know. I just didn't realise that people actually said that word."

I scowled at him, "Well, they do!"

He burst out laughing. I took a cushion off the sofa, and hurled it at him. He rubbed his head, pretending that it hurt.

"You over sized, little boy!"

He smirked. "I'm older than you."

I folded my arms across my chest, "Fine then!"

"Come on short stuff, let's take our chocolatey feast to the beach."

I tapped my chin, pretending to think about his suggestion. "I think you'll find it's my chocolatey feast, and only if you carry everything."

He rolled his eyes; "I'm already being used as a luggage cart."

"Oh and one more thing," I stood up on the sofa. "Don't call me short stuff."

He raised his hand, saluting me. "Yes, Ma'am."

We packed everything into the picnic basket, and hauled an old blanket out of the cupboard. I heaved the basket toward Paul; he took it from me as if it weighed nothing. Paul looked hilarious, he had a picnic basket in one hand, a blanket tucked under his arm, and towels in the other.

I smirked at him.

He grinned back, "You ready?" He asked, motioning toward the door.

"Hold on I just have to grab my jandals." I said and ran down the hall.

"What are jandals?" He called after me.

"Ugh, flip flops!" I tossed over my shoulder.

"Oh."

I grabbed my jandals, before noticing my camera on my side table. I picked it up and shoved it in my tote bag. I picked up my straw, cowgirl hat. Pushing it down on my head.

This should make for an interesting day.

My jandals clicked, as I walked down the hall. Paul was waiting by the door. He smirked at me.

"What have you got on your head?" He asked, trying not to laugh.

"Oh, poor naive Paulie. It's called a hat, you know that thing smart people wear that don't want to get sunburned."

He scoffed, "Your not gonna get sunburned here, not even on a day like this."

"Whatever, have you seen my skin? I'm not exactly, tan like you!"

He nodded, "Obviously, but still."

We stepped out side onto the porch. The sun blinded me for a moment.

"I made that mistake at home, when I was at the beach with my friend. To cut a long story short, I looked like a lobster, and I was peeling for almost a month. Not fun."

He chuckled, "Well, it's your fault for being so pale."

I shoved him, "Yes, because I so chose to be so pasty!"

I could hear the beach; the waves were crashing almost delicately against the shore. I smiled at the sound. The sun was warm on my back; the day was almost perfect. I sighed, remembering the events of the past couple of hours. The conversation slipped into a comfortable silence, each of us drifting off into our own little worlds. We turned the corner, reaching the small path down to the beach. The beach was filled with people, all having fun, laughing and children playing in the surf. I picked up my jandals, the sand felt good. Soothing. We walked down the beach, trying to find a spot on the crowded beach. Finally, the masses of people began to decrease. We sat down, unfolding the blanket, setting the basket down on it. I looked out to the ocean; it really was a beautiful day. I dug through my bag, searching for my camera. I turned it on, taking a shot of the beach. I lay down on the blanket, soaking up the sun.

Maybe a bit of vitamin D will make me feel less crappy.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. I heard Paul shift, I opened one eye. Looking at him suspiciously. I pushed myself up, and rested on my elbows. He smiled at me. I smirked.

"You know, if I keep catching you smiling at me, I might just have to send you on your way."

He scoffed, "Now, why would you do that? You know you love the attention."

I grinned, "Of course. Now, my luggage cart, slash slave, we should go swimming. Considering for the first time since I've been here, it's not so freezing, that it feels like it should be snowing."

He grinned, "As you wish, Ma'am." He held his hand out for me. I took it, and he pulled me up without effort.

Crap, this boy is strong!

"And it's Mademoiselle, to you." I said, pulling my shirt over my head. Suddenly I felt self-conscious, standing in front of Paul. In nothing, but a bikini. Paul was staring at me; he made not attempt to hide this fact. I raised my brows at him.

"Perve."

He blinked, clearly shocked at my remark.

"I'm not a perve!" He protested.

"Then next time, make sure your ogling isn't quite so obvious," I said with a smirk.

"Well, then. I guess I'll just keep my wonderful comment to myself," He said wryly.

I scowled at him. "No, all comments, providing they are nice, are to be said. They are good for the broken-hearted."

He scoffed, "Your hardly 'broken-hearted.'"

I rolled my eyes, "Maybe, but still."

He chuckled, "I was going to say that you looked beautiful. But I guess I won't now," He grinned.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Yes," I said between bursts of laughter. "I'm sure I look fantastic, all puffy eyed, and my nose is probably still red."

He smiled, "Well, you didn't cry as much as I expected you would. They must breed 'em tough in New Zealand."

"Wait, was that a compliment, or an insult? You expected me to bawl?"

"Well, kinda. I guess most girls, from 'round here would've. But not you, you're... different."

"Thank you... I think."

He chuckled, "So, why aren't you heart-broken?" He asked, curiously.

I thought about my answer. "I guess, I just didn't expect it to last. College, I mean high school relationships just don't last."

I looked up at him, he murmured something. After a long silence, he just nodded, and said "Yeah."

I tilted my head, trying to read his expression. He took my hand, tugging me gently toward the water. I felt that brilliant sensation again; the warmth was... unreal. I smiled.

"Come on, this time you don't have to cling to me!"

(((Well that's it, what'd you think? Well, I thought about making this chapter all 'heart-broken' and teary, but that's just DEPRESSING. I also tried making it totally sappy, and romantic, but that would just be too soon. So I decided somewhere in the middle was good. I think she's too strong to break down over a guy, so yeah. But also, being cheated on has to hurt even if it's just a little. So now that Brad's out of the way, Paulie can start making his move! YUS! SO hope you liked this chappie! Please review, it only takes a second even if it only says that you liked it or good, hell review even if you hated it! lol thanks for reading)))