"I'm...I'm your boyfriend." He sighs.
All I could do was lay there and stare at this beautiful man in front of me. Of course, that's how I knew him.
Then the guilt started layering in. "Paul...I...I'm so sorry. If I...I-" I sobbed unable to contain myself. How long had we even been together? A day, a month, a year?
"Rachel. Rachel. Shh, calm down, it's alright." Paul replies pulling me to him.
I push him away, a look of anguish taking over his face. "No, no it's not ok. I feel horrible! How long have we been together?" I question.
He looks down at the watch encompassing his wrist. "Today will be a year and ten days." He says, managing to smile, remembering something I obviously don't.
I sigh, both from exhaustion and dread. "All that time...And I have nothing to show for it but a blank space in my mind. What kind of a girlfriend am I? And here you are being all wonderful...The perfect boyfriend, worrying about me...taking care of me. I mean what do we do now? What-" And that's when I feel his lips on mine. I swear I could've died and gone to heaven.
I smile brilliantly. "Now there's a start."
I sigh, contentedly for once. When he kissed me I definately felt a spark. He made it feel like nothing else mattered, not where I was or what had happened to me...Only who I was with. We had something real, and I wanted to get it back...I wanted to remember.
He chuckles. "Well I had to get your attention somehow."
I chuckle too. "Well it worked. So, what now?"
He takes my hand in his and intertwines our fingers. "Well maybe we could start over. Well, at least until you get your memory back."
"Right...My memory, I forgot about that." I sigh, and then laugh at the verbal irony. "Look, I'm sorry you have to go through this. But why? Why even bother?"
"Because I love you. And with every new day I get the priviledge to fall in love with you all over again." He says, not realizing the effect he has on me, how he made my heart flutter and my stomach tie in knots.
"Good enough for me." I smile.
Someone, not Paul, coughs and I realize we had forgotten about Dr. Cullen.
"Sorry doc." Paul says, a smirk on his face. Clearly he wasn't very sorry at all.
"It's alright Paul, I understand." He smiles warmly back.
I interrupt. "Excuse me, but how exactly do you two know each other?"
"I don't quite follow?" Carlisle responds.
"You seem to know each other on a personal level." I reply.
"Oh, family friends." Paul shrugs nonchalantly. I let it go seeing as that's the best response I'll get right now. Dr. Cullen continues talking.
"Alright Rachel as soon as we finish filling out your paperwork you will be free to go home." Dr. Cullen informs me.
"Great...Wait, where is home exactly?" I ask curiously.
"Well you live with me, but I completely understand if you want to move back in with your dad and brother for a while." Paul says, a heartbreakingly sad look overtaking his features.
"No!" I reply a little too fast and a little too loud to be considered normal. "Sorry, no. I'd rather like living with you. No need for dad and Jake to be over me all the time asking if I'm alright." I laugh.
Paul laughs with me, seemingly relieved. "Alright, then with me you shall live ma lady."
I giggle, very un-me, but it seems like when it comes to Paul I do a lot of very un-me things.
Carlisle finishes filling out my paperwork and Paul and I thank him again as we leave. We get settled in Paul's truck and he turns to me.
"You ready?" Paul asks, making sure my seatbelt is on and secure.
"As I'll ever be." I smile.
He returns it and leans towards me only to pull away.
"You can kiss me you know. After all, you are my boyfriend." I grin.
"As long as you're sure."
"Just kiss me you fool, before I change my mind."
"As you wish." He chuckles before placing his lips on mine.
(I hope this can hold you guys over till tomorrow. I'm not really feeling this chapter but I hope you guys are. Please R&R, I don't even know if people are reading this. Thanks!)