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I aimed the shot, hitting the ball straight into the hole. I grinned up at Paul.

"Sheesh, I though you said you'd never played pool before!" He muttered.

"It haven't!" I said with a smirk.

"Pfft, beginner's luck!" He said, watching me line up the next ball.

"What ever helps your self esteem," I sang.

I pulled back the cue, steadying it on my thumb. Before making another direct hit, sending two balls into the hole.

"Gah! This is so unfair, how is this even possible. No one ever beats me at pool!" He complained.

I laughed, "Maybe the guys just suck!"

He chuckled, then made a serious face "No."

I burst out laughing. He smirked.

I wiped the tears from my eyes; "You're such a retard!" I said through eruptions of laughter.

He raised his eye brows, "Oh yeah?"

I nodded.

"Says the girl that falls over in the rain!"

I glared at him, swatting his arm. He feigned hurt.

"I am a dangerous woman, Paul! I have a pool cue, and I'm not afraid to use it!"

"Ooh I'm terrified!" He said sarcastically.

I prodded him with the pool cue.

He bounded toward me, and scooped me off the ground. I squealed. He walked toward the door and dumped me outside.

I pounded on the door, "Let me in!" I wailed.

He opened the door a little, looking at me through the gap.

I folded my arms over my chest, and tapped my foot. He chuckled and swung the door open. I dashed inside, blocking his way. Fighting desperately to stop him from coming back inside. He wrapped his arms around my waist. The electric current of heat that surged through my body made me loosen my grip, and we both toppled backward onto the muddy lawn. I scrambled up, laughing at the now mud covered Paul lying on the ground. He cupped his hand, grabbing some of the liquid mud and hurled it at me. He hit me right in the face, I gasped in horror. Before picking up a handful of mud and flinging it back at him. I ducked behind the hedge as he hurled another lump of mud at me. I peeked over the top, and Paul was nowhere to be seen. I searched the yard, trying to see where he had hidden.

"Boo!" He yelled in my ear.

I shrieked, falling backward into the mud again. He chuckled.

I giggled, and tried to pull the now setting mud out of my hair.

"You've got a little something on your everywhere," He said grinning from ear to ear.

I looked down at myself, "Yeah. Too bad it's your jersey, huh?"

He hit his head, "Damn! I forgot about that!"

"Why is it, that every time we hang out we end up covered in something?"

He shrugged, standing up and giving me his hand. He pulled me off the ground effortlessly.

Paul kept a firm grasp on my hand as we walked back inside, I didn't dare let go. He opened the door to the laundry and pulled off his shirt, shoving it in the washing machine. I pulled off the jersey and put it in the machine too. I shivered, realising that I was only wearing a singlet. Paul's gaze was set on me. He looked at me tenderly, and wiped a smudge of dirt of my face. He leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against mine. I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach. This time I didn't pull away from him, his lips moulded into mine. He pulled away slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I peeked up at him from under my fringe, feeling blood rush to my cheeks.

Other guys never made me feel like this, so... infatuated. Butterflies in the pit of my stomach, legs shaking, lips tingling. What's happening to me?

He brushed my hair out of my eyes, and kissed my forehead gently. I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, feeling the butterflies in my stomach intensify.

Why had I not wanted him before? He is gorgeous, and kind, and so so sweet!

I felt the corners of my mouth pull up into a contented smile.

"You are so beautiful," He whispered. His lips brushing against my skin.

He leaned in, capturing my lips with his. My legs felt weak, my heart pounded. He warmed my entire body. His lips moved fervently with mine, leaving me breathless. I pulled away, desperate for air. He just smiled down at me, planting delicate kisses on my head.

Natasha walked into the room, and grinned at us mischievously. Before saying, "You two should have babies," and exiting the room.

I pulled away from Paul, blushing furiously. Paul banged his head on the wall.

I put my hand on his shoulder, "Your Mum is so funny!" I said grinning wildly.

He blinked at me.

"What?" He asked, astonished by my reaction.

"Oh my gosh, when I have kids I am totally gonna do that to them!"

He smirked, putting his hands on my waist pulling me closer. Until our bodies were touching.

"Wanna go to the beach?" He asked, his eyes were intense again.

"Sure," I said smiling up at him.

He took my hand, and we walked out the front door. Not till I was outside did I realise I was only wearing a singlet and jeans, yet I wasn't cold at all. We walked hand in hand down the street, I could hear the roar of the waves and smell the salty tang in the air. Paul squeezed my hand; I craned my neck to look at his face. He smiled down at me.

"Man, I'm gonna break my neck looking up at you all the time!" I complained.

"Hey, I'm only 6 foot four"

I rolled my eyes, "Only! Sheesh, I'm only 5 foot 3!"

He chuckled, "You're just short."

I scrunched up my nose, "Nah, you're just too tall!"

"Sure, you know you like my height."

I smirked, "Yes. I love feeling like a smurf!" I said sarcastically.

He frowned, "Not a smurf. Just petite."

I felt myself blushing, again.

He squeezed my hand, and led me down to the shore.

He sat down in the sand, leaning back looking up at the sky. I sat down next to him, and looked out at the ocean.

The seagulls were in a large mass on one of the rocks, and the gentle breeze smelled like rain. Although it had stopped. The sky was beginning to turn pink. I sighed.

Paul sat up, and put his arm over my shoulder. We watched silently as the sun began to slip below the horizon.

"What a view," Paul said.

I smiled, "Yeah, it's really pretty."

He chuckled, "Not the sunset."

I turned to him, "What?"

"You're my view." He said simply.

I smiled, leaning forward and kissing his check.

"Waiata?" He whispered, "Will you go out with me?"

I blinked, taking my time before I answered.

"Crap, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, I'll just shut up now..."

I pressed my lips against his, cutting off his sentence. His lips moved with mine, and he wrapped his arms around my back.

"Of course I will," I said without removing my lips from his. I could feel his lips pull up into a wide smile. He moved his lips passionately against mine. I pulled away, gasping for air. He stood up quickly, taking me in his arms and spinning me round in the air. I giggled, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Paul's POV:

I sat on the couch a Sam's house, he patted me on the back. Congratulating me at finally winning Waiata over.

"Thought she'd never come around!" Sam said.

"I was thinking the same thing! I though she was gonna say no, but then she just... she kissed me."

Sam clapped me on the back, "Good man! Now you look after this one, she's harder to convince than the others by the sounds of things."

I sighed, knowing full well that what he was saying was 100% true.

"Sam, what do I do? When I tell her about the whole werewolf, blood sucker thing. What if she runs away?" I said, feeling sick.

Sam looked at me wearily, "Just tell her the truth. She'll get used to it, just make sure you tell her when she's ready. Telling her now is probably not the brightest idea."

"No kidding, she'd run for the hills."

"You just make sure you're under control around this girl, okay?" Sam said, the pain laced through his voice.

I nodded, "I'm gonna try my hardest. I can't afford to phase in front of her, or lose my cool."

"You'll do good, I know you will. " Sam said.

I nodded, standing up and saying good bye.
"Thanks for the advice, Sam."

I walked home slowly, breathing in the cool evening air. Waiata and I had watched the sun set, then I walked her home. Her parents were a little less than impressed with the mud that both of us were covered in. But when they saw our hands, they stopped talking and went back to their t.v show. I felt so many emotions at once, love, fear, and happiness.

I could never let myself hurt her; I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did. I was going to try my hardest to be careful around her, not a bruise would ever end up on her because of me. I would not allow it. I walked in the door, not bothering to tell Mom that I was home and went straight to the shower. Standing under the hot water, praying that it would wash away all the fear. Leaving only the love that I felt for her, and hoped that she would feel too, eventually. I scrubbed the mud off of me, and dried myself off. I put my boxers on, and lied on top of my bed, looking at the ceiling.

I wonder what Wai's doing right now? She's probably asleep.

I smiled at the thought of her serene face, as she slept. I closed my eyes, letting sleep take over. I would see her in my dreams anyway; she's all I can ever think about... even in my sleep.

(((Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than usual, but if I go on any longer it will just turn into rambling. So I won't. Anyway They're together YAY! I have been waiting 19 chapters to write this! Now I can finally have some fun, woot woot! Well, I hope you liked it, I'm not sure how realistic my kiss scenes were... but hey I can only learn from it if they were crap =P Please review! LadyDelerosa)))