(((Hey guys, thanks for the reviews. And yes Lady Lunar, you are the friend I got lobsterfied with =P. So thanks for the reviews Lady Lunar, puRplEsuNseTs, emzies and Counter-of-stars, also thanks to Miss F Cullen for putting my story on alert =], you guys are awesome! Glad you guys liked it, I almost had a fit when I saw the traffic on my story had got up to 367 hits in one night, and the visitor count went up to 93! WOOT WOOT! Also, I've started another Twilight FanFic. Although it is extremely different to this one, if your interested go check it out =] So here it is, chapter 15!)))

I lay sprawled out on the beach towel, 'photosynthesising' in the sunlight I'd been missing so much. I closed my eyes, enjoying the glorious warmth. Obviously, there was still no chance of gaining any colour, from this one day when the clouds had a mental break down. But, just in case I turned over, to make sure it would be even if it did eventually happen. I drew random patterns in the sand, looking back at them realising that they were completely unrecognisable as anything. I sat up, looking out at the ocean; I had effectively wasted my entire day. But then again, I had wasted it with gorgeous arm candy.

Bad Waiata! You can't think like that, you only just broke up with Brad. Hell, your such an almost slut!

Paul was happily munching on a chocolate muffin; I reached into the picnic basket. Finding it very empty. I glared at Paul.

"You ate everything!" I whined.

He grinned, sheepishly. "No, there's some biscuits left, and..." he pulled out he pulled out a thermos. " This," he shook it.

"Oh, sorry that's all gone too."

I rolled my eyes, "Typical."

He pouted. "Are you really hungry?"

"Eh, a little. I'll hold up, as long as you don't eat my dinner as well." I said pointing my finger at him.

"You sure?"

I rolled my eyes, "Jeez, I'm fine. Don't worry so much. Plus I'm not gonna die if I skip a meal." I said, motioning toward my stomach.

He frowned, "You think you're fat!"

"Um, not 'fat' but, definitely not skinny."

He folded his arms, "You don't need to lose weight, or change one little bit."

I blushed, turning my face away from him.

How do you possibly resist this boy? He like, radiates everything you could possibly want in a guy!

"You know, you really should stop trying to flatter me."

"But it's fun," He said flashing me a wide grin.

"You're such a man whore!" I said sticking my tongue out at him.

He leaned back, "Only for you darl," He winked. "Only you."

"Darl?" I raised my brows.

"Sorry, do you prefer babe, baby, darl, sweet heart, hun or honey?" He asked with a smirk.

I smacked his arm; he rubbed it, acting as if it hurt.

"Neither, well at least not coming from you. I'm not your girl." I said smirking back at him.

He pouted, "Do you wanna be?" He asked brightening slightly.

I tapped my chin, "Hmm. Nope, I'm good. Plus, I have a stand by period of three weeks at least, before I date again."

He sighed, "Three weeks! Aw, come on!" He said gawping at me. "What about after? Gimme a chance?"

I stood up, "Keep schmoozing, and maybe you'll get somewhere. But, for now, I am a free woman. And, I intend to spend it with absolutely no strings attached."

He raised his brows, "So, I get no brownie points what so ever?"

"Maybe, I guess you'll never know. Now carry my things slave!" I said.

"That could be an innuendo."

I laughed, as I walked away.

I walked up to the footpath, leaving Paul to gather our things. I continued down the path toward my house, leaving Paul to catch up. Which, I knew he would. I turned the corner into my street, to find Brad leaning against my fence. Only a few meters away.

"Crap," I muttered under my breath. Turning away, trying to escape before he saw me.

"Wai!" He called.

I clenched my teeth, and made my fists into tight balls. I stood still, refusing to turn to him. I felt his hands on my waist, and I jerked away. Suddenly feeling very exposed, in my bikini and short shorts. He stood in front of me. I glared at him, hoping by some all mighty miracle that he would disintegrate into a small pile of ash.

"Don't be like this, it was a mistake, and I regret it." He said.

"How can you mistakenly, get with another girl? Huh, you tell me that! You weren't even drunk. Bastard." I hissed, through my teeth.

He reached out for me, grabbing my arm. I shook, but his grip was too strong.

"Don't do this Wai, it doesn't have to end."

"Let her go!" A soothingly familiar voice said from behind me.

Brad glared up at, a furious Paul.

"Or what? You'll beat me up, huh?"

Paul twitched, "I was more like thinking, beat the crap out of you, the get rid of all evidence. You're not worth jail time."

"Fuck off Paul, you don't have to be some big hero, just to get into bed with a girl!"

Brad ran his hand over my back, placing it on the back of my thigh, just below my ass.

I watched as Paul's body began to twitch more rapidly.

With the blink of an eye, Paul slammed his fist into Brad's face. The sickening crunch of his nose being broken, rang in my ears. Brad fell back, landing on the ground, a meter away. I watched as Paul, moved toward Brad. Glowering at him, and moving around, as if to find the best place to attack. Paul growled. His body was shaking uncontrollably; it was almost blurry... My eyes widened as I watched him raise his fist again.

"Paul don't!" I shrieked, my voice echoing in my ears.

Paul's head snapped up, and as he saw my face, his shaking stopped.

He rushed toward me, "I'm so sorry." He said, the sincerity evident in his voice.

I took a deep shaky breath, holding it for ten seconds. Before taking another breath.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Your such an idiot," I muttered.

He frowned, "I know."

I closed my eyes, and rubbed my face.

"Well, I guess we better make sure you didn't give him brain damage."

Paul chuckled, "I didn't hit him that hard, thanks to you."

I nudged him. He smiled at me.

"Oi! Brad, you okay?"

He glared at me, his shirt slowly changing from white to red. As the blood seeped into his shirt.

"Does it look like I'm okay, bitch?" He snapped, wiping blood away from his mouth.

"Look, if you want help, the cut the crap! 'cause I'm quite happy to leave you here, really I think you deserve everything you get, but I'm not as shallow as you, and I actually have a heart!"

I folded my arms, glaring at him. Waiting for his reply.

"Fine," He muttered.

I held my hand out to him, and hauled him off the ground. He winced, obviously sore, not only where he was punched. We walked back to my house, Brad keeping a good distance away from Paul. I skidded inside, and grabbed my keys off the bench. Running back outside, before my parents noticed. Brad was in the passenger side of my truck, and Paul in the back. His legs were crammed up against the back of the seat, and his head was skimming the roof. I jammed the keys into the ignition. Revving the engine.

"Are you sure you're not coming in?" I asked.

Paul nodded, "Some how I don't think Doctor Cullen will appreciate me coming in, with the person that I just beat up, do you?"

I sighed, "I suppose not."

I walked into the hospital, Brad at my side. Still scowling as just much as before. The receptionist looked at Brad's blood smeared face in horror.

"What on earth happened to you? You look like you've been to war!" She said, her mouth forming a small 'o'.

I took in a sharp breath, and mumbled a brief explanation.

She furrowed her brows with disapproval, "Take a seat, Doctor Cullen will be with you in a moment."

I slumped into the chair, tapping my foot impatiently. I glanced at Brad, his face looked even worse now. It was turning a blotchy purple, and was covered in dry blood. The wide double doors swung open, and Doctor Cullen glided in. I'd only seen him on a few occasions, every time I as almost stunned by his youthful appearance, and sheer beauty. He smiled, motioning for us to follow him. He closed the door behind us, and sat down.

"Now, how about you tell me what happened." He said to Brad.

Brad winced as he began to talk, "That psycho Paul, attacked me." He said through swollen lips.

Doctor Cullen frowned, "That doesn't sound like Paul, he's such a nice young man. Why would he do such a thing?"

"Sexual assault could be one reason," I muttered.

He turned to me, shocked. Crap, he heard me!

"Sexual assault?" He said, his expression un-readable.

"Umm, yeah." I muttered.

"Shut up!" Brad snarled.

Doctor Cullen stood up, "Miss Nolan, I think you should leave, I'll fix Brad up. Then we will be sorting out an appropriate, punishment for both of these young men."

I nodded and mumbled him a thank you, before leaving a little too hastily. Paul was outside, leaning against my truck. His head snapped up, as I walked toward him.

"Where's the freak?"

I shook my head, placing my hands on my hips. "Getting his face fixed!"

"He deserved it," He muttered.

"Paul! You can't say that! You're gonna get in a hell of a lot of trouble for this!" I said glaring up at him.

He shrugged, "It'll blow over, and at least he's learned his lesson."

I put my hand on my forehead, and looked at the ground.

Oh my gosh, does he not realise serious this is? What kind of an idiot is he! I just... just wanna strangle him sometimes!

I got into the truck, slamming the door after me. Paul slipped into the passenger seat quietly.

I peeled out of the parking lot, tyres squealing.

Paul placed his hand over mine on the steering wheel, I glared at him from the corners of my eyes.

"Let me drive," He said softly. "If we crashed, I couldn't bare to see you hurt."

"I'm not going to crash," I said quietly.

"Pull over," He said, his voice filled with tenderness.

I sighed, and slowed the truck pulling onto the side of the road.

I got out and moved to the other side, as I was about to get in Paul pulled me into a crushing embrace.

"Thank you, for listening to me," He whispered in my ear. His warm breath lingered on my face, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

I looked up at him, his intense eyes boring into mine.

"Next time listen to me too," I said gazing back at him.

He nodded, "Okay, I will."

I smiled, and gave him a small squeeze. Before slipping out of his arms and into the passenger seat.

(((So that's the latest chapter, I am soooo sorry about taking so long to update. I had a terrible case of writers block, thank goodness it went away, it was driving me insane! So if you've forgotten, they're supposed to being going to a bonfire/barbecue at Sam and Emily's, so the next chapter will be there. So tell me what did you think? Realistic, or not? Well I hope you liked it, please review =])))