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Paul pulled into the driveway. We had successfully made it home, to a much safer degree than my driving or mood would've allowed. Paul cut the engine, and handed me the keys. I smiled, taking them from him. Feeling a sudden burst of warmth as his hand brushed against mine. It wasn't like any other feeling. Not like when you held your boyfriend's hand, and you were completely aware of every single movement. It was so much more, so different. I mentally shook myself awake again, and got out of the truck.

"Mum Dad, I'm back!" I called dropping my keys on the bench and looked down the hall. The house was silent.

"Mu-um!"

There was no answer.

"Crap, they left without me, again."

"I can go, if you want? You know, in case your parents wouldn't like us being here alone" He said.

I shrugged. "Nah, it should be all good with the 'rents. They trust you, Pawlie."

He chuckled.

I glanced at the clock, "When do we have to be at Sam and Emily's place?"

"Umm, four or five. I think, but you don't like the guys much. So I guess we can wait a little longer."

"Who said I didn't like them?"

"Just seems like it." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

I raised my brows, "Right."

He grinned sheepishly.

"Um, well I'm gonna go get ready." I started down the hall.

"Oh, you can help yourself to whatever if you're thirsty. Or still hungry," I called over my shoulder.

I pulled on my thick winter jacket, remembering how cold it gets at night. I wrapped a scarf around my neck, in hope of keeping myself warm for once. Paul chuckled as I stepped outside.

"What?"

"You look like an Eskimo," He said.

I glared at him, "I'd rather be an Eskimo than freeze to death."

He laughed.

I shoved him, and walked past. "Jerk!"

I got in the truck, and shoved a CD in. I turned the volume up, adjusting the bass to my liking.

Paul winced at the loud thump of the music as he got into the passenger seat.

Paul said something, but I couldn't hear.

"What?" I yelled over the music.

"Can you turn it down a little?" He yelled back.

I rolled my eyes, and turned the volume down.

"Party-pooper!"

He shrugged, "It's bad for your ears anyway. You shouldn't have it up that loud."

I smirked, "Yes mum."

I drove down the road. I tapped in time to the much quieter music.

"What are we listening to?" Paul asked.

I glanced at him, "You are joking right?"

He shook his head.

"Oh my gosh! You haven't lived!"

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm alive."

"This is the one and only, Joan Jett. "I said, as if it should be obvious.

"Who?"

I gaped at him, quickly turning my attention back to the road.

"I love rock n roll. Ring a bell at all? Or Bad reputation?"

"Um, kinda."

"Oh man, your life is bleak."

He frowned.

"Joking, joking. Here I'll put on I love rock n roll." I pushed number 9 on the radio.

The truck filled with the classic rock that I loved so much.

I smiled, and sang along with the music. Tapping the steering wheel in time with the drums.

Paul smiled, seemingly recognising the song.

"Yeah, I know this song. Just never knew who sang it."

"Well, I suppose you have lived a little then."

The song ended as I pulled into Sam and Emily's long driveway.

I parked behind my parent's car, and shoved my keys into my pocket. I trudged up to the front door; it was still wet from the constant rain.

I slipped off my boots, and opened the front door.

The smell of carefully baked food wafted toward me, teasing my taste buds.

"Mmm, smells good Emily!" I said.

She stuck her head round the corner.

"Oh you're here sweet heart," She said wiping her hands on her apron. She hugged me, and dragged me and Paul inside. I could feel the thick scars on her hands, but I didn't look. Emily was beautiful, and I couldn't bear to look at the tragic marks that covered her face and arm.

"Guys, Wai and Paul are finally here." She called out the door.

I smiled at her, as she went back to the kitchen. How she managed to cook for all these people I did not know. Especially with the way the guys around here ate, it was enough to feed the U.S Army.

I stepped outside, everyone was already there. Apparently, waiting for us.

I smiled shyly, and slid onto the bench seat.

A few of the guys grinned at me, making me wonder if there was something on my chair. Everyone chattered loudly, Mum was deep in conversation with Mrs. Clearwater. I sighed; the only person I had to talk to was Paul. Great.

Sam stood up, clearing his throat. "Dig in people," He said simply and took a plate off the table.

I watched as the guys swarmed the table. I grimaced as I watched them pile food onto their plates, as if they'd never seen food in their lives.

How the hell do they stay so in shape eating like that?

I didn't move from my seat, deciding not to get between the boys and their precious dinner.

Paul put a plate on my lap; it had a much smaller amount of food on it then last time he served my dinner. I smiled him a thank you.

I cut off a piece of steak, and chewed it slowly. I watched everyone else from beneath my fringe, and ate my dinner silently. Paul got up to pile his plate with more food. I cringed. Leah slid into Paul's seat.

"Hey," She said.

I blinked, shocked that she was talking to me. She always looked so, morbid.

"Hi," I said giving her a small smile.

"So, you and Paul ay?" She said, giving me a little nudge.

I choked on the mouth full I was about to swallow, and spat it onto my plate.

I gaped at her, "What?"

"You, and Paul. You're together aren't you?" She asked.

"What are you talking about?" I spluttered.

She blinked, "Oh, crap sorry. I thought you guys were together." She ran her hand through her hair, "Crap, this is awkward."

I grinned, "Yeah. It is."

She laughed, "So, no you and Paul then?"

"Definitely not," I said far too quickly.

"Guess I got it wrong then," She muttered something under her breath.

"So, what's up with the guys. Are they all on steroids or something?"

She laughed, "If only it were that simple." She said, her mouth pulled up into a smile. It was an unfamiliar sight, seeing Leah smile. She looked beautiful.

Why doesn't she have a boyfriend? She's so pretty!

I smiled back at her. People were slowly migrating toward a large unlit bonfire. We dawdled over with them, finding a reasonably comfortable position to sit on the large logs placed around it. The ground was slightly charred from the last bonfire. I watched as Sam lit the fire, and took his seat next to Emily. He wrapped his arm around her, and placed a gentle kiss on each of her silvery scars. I glanced at Leah, who was shuffling her feet and looking at the ground. I caught a glimpse of her face, and the tears trailing down her cheeks.

What's happened?

I moved closer to her, and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay, Leah?" I whispered.

She gave me a weak smile, "Yeah." She whispered back, her voice was hoarse.

I gave her a little squeeze, and turned toward Sam. Who was apparently about to tell a story. There was obviously nothing I could do for her if she wouldn't admit there was something wrong.

Paul sat down on the ground, at the end of the log I was sitting on. He smiled at me, then turned his attention to Sam as well.

I listened intently as he told a beautiful story. About the Quilliute tribe, and their beliefs. I smiled; these stories were so much more fascinating than the Maori legends. Before I knew it the sky was pitch black, the only light was from the flickering bonfire. The fire cast elongated shadows of everything it reached. I noticed Leah get up quietly and slip back into the house. I contemplated going after her, then decided against it. Paul got up and sat down in her place. He smiled at me, his white teeth showing clearly in the darkness. I smiled back. Everyone had begun to chatter again.

"So, what did you think of Sam's story?" Paul asked.

I smiled, "It was pretty cool, too bad it's not real though."

He grinned, "Maybe. Maybe not."

I laughed, "Oh, poor deranged little Pawlie."

He smirked, "You'd be surprised the things in the world that are actually real."

"Yeah? Like what?" I said nudging him with my shoulder.

"Stuff," He said nudging me back.

I smirked, "Oh that explains everything." I said dramatically, "My life is now complete!"

He chuckled.

The wind blew across me, making me shiver. I pulled my jacket tight around me, and rubbed my hands together.

"Cold?"

"No, not at all." I said sarcastically.

He smiled and put his arm around me. I instantly felt warm again. Despite myself I snuggled into his shoulder. Feeling the warmth coarse through my body.

"God, how do you stay so warm?"

"Trade secret, haven't I told you this before?" He said smirking slightly.

"Eh, probably. But since when have I given up till I've got an answer?"

I yawned, feeling my eyes grow heavier.

I dozed off, waking to my mother's voice.

"Wai, wake up sweetie." She said, giving me a small shake.

I blinked, focusing my eyes. I looked around the room, feeling completely lost.

"Where am I?" I mumbled. I felt someone move next to me. I suddenly remembered where I was, and sat up straight.

Paul chuckled, "Well, well. She's not in a coma after all."

I glared at him, some time during my sleep he must have moved me into the living room.

I ran my hair through my now tangled hair. I grimaced; I probably look like death warmed up. Great.

"You awake enough to drive home?" Mum asked, all together too cheerily.

"No," I groaned. "I wanna go back to sleep."

I heard stifled laughter from the other side of the room. Quil, Embry, and Jacob were at the table. Resisting the urge to laugh. I glared at them, and flashed my middle finger at them.

"Waiata Nolan! That was disgusting!" Mum snapped.

Crap, forgot she was here for a second there!

I looked at her sheepishly, producing another round of laughter from the guys.

Paul gave them a stern look, and they quickly shut their mouths.

I smirked at them.

"I can drive her home, Mrs. Nolan," Paul offered politely.

"Oh, thank you Paul." She said smiling at him.

Oh shit, she think he's a gentleman now doesn't she. Let the matchmaking being!

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