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I dragged myself out of the truck, shivering at the sudden temperature difference. I ran to the door escaping from the cold. Dad was stoking up the fire, attempting to put some warmth back into the house. I slumped onto the sofa, and pulled the rug over me. I closed my eyes, and attempted to go back to sleep.

"Would you like a drink, Paul?" I heard Mum ask from in the kitchen.

"Sure, Mrs. Nolan." He said politely.

I groaned and hauled myself up from the sofa, and skulked into the kitchen. I glared at Mum, then at Paul. Who choked back his laughter.

"I hate you all," I grumbled and perched myself onto the bar stool.

Mum gave me 'the look', "That's not a very nice thing to say, Waiata."

I banged my head on the bench, "Ouch." I muttered, and rubbed my head.

Paul chuckled.

Mum put a steaming mug of coffee in front of me.
I grinned.

Oh coffee, where have you been all day?

I took a large gulp, savouring the sweet caffeinated goodness.

Mum pushed up her sleeves, as she always did before she bombarded me with questions.

"So, how was your night? Did you enjoy the stories?"

"Eh, it was good I guess. The stories were pretty cool."

Mum nodded, "What about you Paul?"

I ground my teeth.

"Oh, um. Yeah it was good. It's always nice to hear the tribal legends again." He said with a smile.

Ugh, schmoozer!

I scowled at Mum, hoping that she would get the picture and kindly shut up. At least before she got to the, 'oh you two look so lovely together speech.'

She smiled and slipped out of the room, thank God!

I took another mouth full of my coffee.

"Sorry about the mother," I said with a smirk.

"The mother?" he asked, raising his brows.

"Yeah, she's the mother. When she gets all nosey, and in your face."

He grinned, "Well at least your Mom isn't like that all the time."

"Yours is?"

"Yeah, usually."

I grimaced, Paul laughed.

"She's not so bad. Once you get used to her," He said.

I scrunched up my nose, "Parents just rub me the wrong way."

He chuckled, "I'm sure they do that to everyone else. Not just you."

I shrugged; taking my cup and dragging myself back to my room.

My bed seemed to be calling to me, without hesitation I flopped down onto my bed. I put the mug on my side table, closing my eyes glad to finally be able to get some rest. Just as I was falling asleep, there was a small knock on my door.

I groaned, "Go away! Can't you tell I'm asleep?"

I heard a throaty chuckle, "Obviously."

I sat up, pushing my hair out of my face. Which had somehow turned into bed hair already.

"What do you want?" I muttered, still half asleep.

He stuck his head inside, "Can I come in?" He asked.

I waved him in sleepily, and burrowed back under my blankets.

My desk chair creaked as he sat down, I stuck my head out of the blankets yawning as I looked at him.

"Your Mum doesn't want me to walk home in the dark," He said.

"Then get Dad to drive you," I mumbled closing my eyes.

"He's asleep."

I opened one eye, "Then go sleep in the lounge."

"Um, your parents wouldn't mind?"

"It's their fault you can't leave. Mum doesn't like driving at night, Dad's asleep, and they won't let you walk. So just go crash in the lounge."

"Um, okay then." He said, getting up.

"Close the door behind you." I muttered pulling the blanket back over my head.

I rubbed the sleep from the corners of my eyes, sat up in my bed and stretched. I cringed as I read the time on the clock. 7am, and on a Sunday! Why had I woken up so early! I padded into the bathroom, and looked at my tangled mess of hair.

"You, my friend will be dealt with later," I said to my reflection.

I padded my way down the hall and into the lounge, Paul was stretched out on the floor watching the TV. He looked up smiling at me.

"Oh my gosh!" I ran back into the bathroom. I could feel my cheeks burning; Paul had just seen me in my pyjamas. Looking like death warmed up.

I scowled, "I am such an idiot!"

I turned the shower on, making sure it was hot.

I emerged clean and feeling much better after applying some make up to my face.

Paul smiled when I walked into the room, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about my shocking appearance from earlier.

"Morning sleepy head," He said grinning.

"Morning asshole," I said and sat down.

He pouted.

I ignored it, "Have you had breakfast?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"What would you like?"

He grinned, "You."

I chuckled, "Sorry I'm not on the menu. Cannibalism isn't really supported here."

He laughed, "Fine then. I guess I'll have to settle for what ever is in the fridge."

"Come on then."

I opened the fridge, looking at it's content.

"Um, we have eggs... toast." I sifted through the food. "Um, we can make pancakes or something I guess."

He smiled, "Sounds good."

We pulled out ingredients, putting them on the bench.

"Okay so have we got all the ingredients?"

Paul checked the recipe again, "Yup. I'm pretty sure we've got everything."

I heaved the old cake mixer out of the cupboard.

"Crap that thing weighs a tonne!"

He smirked, "I'm sure it does."

I put my hands on my hips, "Okay. I'm not some weak little city chick, I lived on a farm. I milked cows and drove motorbikes."

He held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay I believe you."

I stuck my tongue out childishly, "What ever."

We began adding the ingredients to the bowl, milk, eggs, flour...

I turned the mixer on full speed, the mixture burst out the side of the bowl. Splattering us and the kitchen walls. I squealed and turned it off.

Paul was laughing, "You have a little something on your face."

He moved toward me to wipe it off, but instead he rubbed more onto my face.

I gaped at him for a moment, "I can't believe you did that!" I squealed.

He smirked.

"Oh, I'm so gonna get you back."

I scooped some mixture out of the bowl, and hurled it at his face.

I laughed at his expression.

He bounded toward me, and lifted me up over his shoulder. I squealed.

"Put me down, Paul!" I protested, pounding my fists on his back.

He chuckled. Putting me down carefully.

I glared at him, and picked up the mixing bowl. Just as he looked away I dumped the bowl on his head, the mixture oozed down his shirt and onto the floor.

I snickered.

He pushed the bowl up so he could see.

I wiped the mixture of his face, and stuck my finger in my mouth. "Mmm, you know that would've made really nice pancakes. Oh well, guess it's too late now." I said with a smirk.

He smiled, "Well then I guess were gonna have to settle for cereal."

"By the way, if we get in trouble for this I will blame you."

"Okay, I'll do the same."

I pulled a box of cereal from the cupboard, and got a carton of milk. Paul put two bowls on the counter.

We sat on the kitchen floor, eating our cereal.

"What's your Mom gonna do when she sees this?" Paul asked, through a mouthful.

"Probably have a mini melt down, totally freak out then make us clean up."

He laughed, "She stresses a lot I take it?"

I nodded, "You have no idea."

He grinned, "Oh yes I do."

I heard the front door open, "Well, this should be her. Brace yourself."

He snickered.

Mum walked into the kitchen; her mouth formed a small 'o'.

She dropped the bags she had tucked under her arm.

"What did you do!" She screeched.

"He did it!" I said immediately, at the exact same time Paul said, "She did it!"

Mum glared daggers at us.

"What! We were making breakfast. It's not my fault the mixer went psycho."

She tapped her foot impatiently, "Both of you. Clean up, NOW!" She ordered.

I held back the urge to burst out laughing, I never could take her seriously when she was mad.

She stormed out of the room, probably going to vent her rage to Dad.

I giggled, "I knew that would happen."

He gave me a gentle shove, "Come on. Let's get this mess cleaned up before your Mom has me killed."

He stood up, and took my hand pulling me off the ground effortlessly.

"She would never have you killed, she thinks your a 'lovely young man' and a 'good influence'."

He laughed, "Maybe not after this."

"I dunno, maybe your cleaning skills will impress her so much she'll make a fan club for you."

He chuckled, "Likely story."

"I know right?" I said sarcastically.

I handed him a mop, and began to fill a bucket with water.

After hours of cleaning, the kitchen was finally recognisable again. I collapsed onto the sofa.

"I'm soooooo tired," I groaned.

Paul smiled, "You'll live. Anyway I have to go now," He said looking out the window.

"Okay, thanks for helping."

"No problem," He said.

I got up and opened the front door for him, "See ya tomorrow I guess."

He looked at me, almost as if he were in pain.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow, at school." He smiled slightly, and turned to walk away.

He waved from the gate, then walked across the road.

I went inside, feeling exhausted. I stretched myself out on the sofa, and closed my eyes.

I was surrounded by people. On one side were women the other was men. In the crowd I could see clearly people who were important to me, I could see Mum and my sister. My friends from back home, my new friends. I turned and I could clearly see my Dad and next to him was Paul. The people around them began to fade away into tiny swirls of grey smoke, until only one person was left. Paul.

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