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Paul's POV

I trudged my way into Sam's small living room, I was probably going to be put on patrol as per usual. Sam stood in front of the rest of the pack, I sank down into the armchair feeling particularly sorry for myself. All I wanted to do was get to school, which was a bloody miracle. I could get used to the whole 'school' thing with my new incentive, but no I have to go chase around some fucking bloodsuckers! I scowled.

"Paul and Jared take the far boundary," Sam said.

"I knew it!

"Aw come on! Honestly? Do I HAVE to?" I whined.

Sam gave me a stern look, "Yes."

I folded my arms over my chest, feeling like a little kid who wasn't allowed to go and play. Stupid orders, stupid Sam!

Jared got up, and jerked his thumb toward the door. I growled.

He rolled his eyes, "Don't waste your breath. Now go, you heard Sam."

I glared at him, and stomped my way outside. I quickly dumped my clothes, ready to phase. I felt the familiar pull on my skin, as my body literally tore itself into a completely different form. It was still beyond me how it did that. I could hear the voices of the other pack members.
The boys incessant thoughts rang through my brain.

Oooh kissy kissy, Paulie and Waiata sittin' in a tree, Jared sang.

A snarl ripped through my throat.

Shut your face!

So temperamental!

I'm gonna kill you once were finished!

Oooh I'm terrified!

I ignored him, focusing on the task at hand. The boundary still wreaked off bloodsuckers from the big fight with the volturi, stinking filthy rotten bloodsuckers. The smell didn't burn my nose quite as much as it did. How the hell does Jake stand being around Nessie?

Dude, I can hear your thoughts! Jacobs voice snapped inside my head.

I mentally slapped myself, and heard the snickers of the other guys.

Waiata's POV

My day had been thoroughly crap. I was late, there were stoners in the bathroom, a bitchy ex of an ex in Drama. What next? I scanned the room for Paul, only to find he wasn't there neither were his friends. I rolled my eyes, bloody typical. I marched over to the table where Quil and Embry were sitting, the glanced up at me. Smirked and continued to shovel food into their mouths.

"Is Paul here today?" I asked, trying to sound casual and failing miserably.

"Nope," Quil said, revealing all the half chewed food in his mouth.

I wrinkled my nose, "Um, is he sick?"

"He's just not here, mmkay?"

I put my hands on my hips, "Well, aren't you two just oh so helpful." I said marching back to my usual table.

I dropped into my seat, scowling at the table.
"You okay?" Shayna asked curiously.

I nodded sullenly, "I'm just being a stupid teenage girl," I muttered.

She grinned, "Paulie darling not here then?"

I glared at her, she held her hands up in surrender.

"You are a terrible friend," I muttered.

"Love you too," She said flashing me a wide smile.

"I hope the powers that be smite you!"

She snickered.

"Where do you come up with these things? Honestly!" Jazz said, in her usual bubbly tone.

"The overactive mind of a teenage, New Zealand girl, I think..."

Jazz and Shayna chatted away, and I drifted into my own little world. Before I knew it the bell was ringing and everyone was shuffling their way to their next class.

I sat on the back porch, swinging my legs over the railing. The phone in my hand, seriously contemplating calling Paul, and demanding to know where he was today. I frowned, that would be incredibly stalkerish. I took a deep breath of the damp air, it had been raining almost all day, and the air smelt sweet, and earthy.

I dialled his number, deciding on just checking to see if he was okay. "Hi, is Paul there?"

"Sure thing sweetie, I'll just go get 'im"

There was a moment of silence, before the phone crackled and Paul's voice met my ears.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked, then yawned.

"Oh, just wanted to check you were okay. You're not sick or anything?"

He chuckled, "Nah, I'm not sick. Just had to help Sam out with some stuff..."

"Oh, um... Okay then."

"So, how was your day at the house of torture?" He asked, snickering slightly.

"Gah. It was awful!"

"Aw, how come?"

"Everything! Bitchy girls, stoners in the bathroom, not to mention being late to school, again!"

"Aw, sorry I wasn't there."

"Yeah that would of been at least one good thing about my day!" I muttered.

"I can come over, if you want? We could watch a movie or something."

"Hmm, shall I allow you the pleasure of my presence? I dunno. Maybe I should disown you for not showing at school."

"Aw!" He whined, "Nooooooooo!"

I laughed, "Okay, but you have to bring me some chocolate. Otherwise I'm gonna leave you outside!"

He chuckled, "Okay, then. See-ya in a few."

"Bye," I said. The phone clicked, and I listened to the dial tone for a few seconds before hanging up.

I went inside, and put the phone back in it's holder.

"Hey, Mum! Paul's coming over soon, were gonna watch a movie or something."

She appeared in the hallway, on hand on her hip. "Wouldn't it have been nice to ask before inviting him over?" She demanded.
"Sorry, I didn't think you'd mind."
She brushed some flour off her trousers, "We have guests tonight. Now I'm going to have to make extra."
I leaned up against the wall, "Who's coming over?"
"Sue Clearwater, and her kids."
I nodded, "I think I've met her boy, I think his names Seth... Anyway, when are they arriving?"
Mum glanced at the clock, "Any minute now, and the food isn't even ready yet!" She hurried back to the kitchen, and continued to cook in a panicked frenzy.
I rolled my eyes, and retreated to the safety of my room. Quickly I ran a brush through my tangled mess or red hair, and fixed the small smudges of mascara under my eyes. I went back into the lounge, and curled up on the sofa. There was a quiet knock at the door, and I jumped up and flung the door open, expecting to see Paul standing in front of me. I tried to hide the disappointment, as my eyes met Mrs Clearwater and her children.
"Oh, hey. Come on in," I said stepping aside. "Mum's in the kitchen, you guys can hang out in the lounge, or whatever."
Sue smiled at me, "Thank you."
I reclaimed my spot on the sofa, and the two Clearwater kids followed suit.
"Hey, I'm Wai," I said, trying to break the ice.
"I'm Seth, and this is Leah, don't mind her she has permanent PMS," He said with a smirk.
I bit back the laugh that was building in my throat, composing myself I looked at Leah smiled and turned back to Seth.
"You should say nice things to your sister, then maybe she'll be nice to you."
He scoffed, "Right..."
I rolled my eyes, "Brothers, ay?" I said to Leah. She glared at me, then stared out the window.
Wow, maybe he was right.
Seth snickered, I hurled a cushion at him giving him a look that said, 'shut up before she murders you!'
I heard loud footsteps on the front porch, followed by a sharp knock on the door. I bounded to the door, opening it to my relief it was Paul. He had a DVD in his hand, and a packet of microwave able popcorn. His hair was wet, and I could smell soap on him. Mmm, no disgusting sprays. Just soap.
"Hey," I said brightly.
"Hey," He said. Pulling me into his arms.
"Sue and kids are around for dinner," I said, a hint of agitation in my voice.
He grinned, "It's okay. She's like that to everyone, not just you."
He wrapped his arm around my waist, and led me back to the lounge.
"Hey guys," He said, giving them a chin up gesture.
He sat down on the sofa, and I snuggled into him.
"What movie did you get?"
He showed me the cover of the movie, the title was 'Boy' I stared for a moment and then squealed with excitement.
"Oh my gosh! That's a New Zealand movie!" I grinned at him.
"Yeah, I figured maybe it would clue me up about you a little."
I rolled my eyes, "Just because I grew up there does not mean I'm like them. But trust me there are some that talk like this, 'eh, boy! Sup eh!' and the list of stupid half words goes on!"
He chuckled, "I bet they're not as bad as you say they are."
"Well, if you think uneducated stoner talk is good, then you'll love this movie," I smirked at him.
"Oh my God! Put the damn movie in already!" Leah snapped.
I made a face at Paul and whispered, "Woah, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
He gave me a pained look, and put the dvd in. He sat back down, and put his arm around me. Sending warmth through me yet again. I snuggled into him, and put my head on his shoulder.
"Gah, the warnings are so annoying!" I whispered.
"You wouldn't steal a car," He said in a robotic tone. "But if I could download it I would!"
I swatted his arm, "You're an idiot."
He leaned his head closer to mine, "But I'm a lovable idiot," He said and pressed his lips against mine.
"Would you two get a room!" Leah screeched.
I began to laugh, and covered it by coughing.
"Yeah, Paul. Honestly, not in front of the children! Keep it rated G!"
Paul roared with laughter, gaining a sharp glare from Leah.
I put my fingers to my lips, "Shh."
We stayed quiet for the rest of the movie. Paul got up and stretched his large frame out.
He looked down at me, and gave me a funny look before saying. "Chardonnay, wanna see some Michael Jackson moves?" And proceeded to do a terrible version of the moon walk.
I cracked up laughing, "You so could never be a Maori! Not even with your tan!"
Leah glared at us once more, and stalked out of the room. Which only produced even more laughter on our part.

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