Hey guys! This is super short and I'm so so so sorry but I've been busy with homework and exams and stuff! Enjoy though!

A month in captivity is enough to drive a person insane. Okay maybe not captivity, but spending all your time in a hospital room sucks. Bad. Paul is the only person keeping me sane. After our heartfelt talk (not really) he's been much better about not looking like there's a stick up his butt whenever I'm around him. He even brings cards and games and stuff to entertain me. Still, hospitals suck. And they make me even more depressed.

BUT yesterday the doctor recorded my weight and it was 95 pounds, just average for a girl my height, so I get to go home today! I still have to go back three times a week and a guardian has to monitor my eating habits, but at least I'm not here everyday.

Paul waited by the door as I packed up the few belongings I had hoarded in my small room. With a final "goodbye" to my crappy ass room, I followed Paul down the hall, running up to him and grabbing his hand. He sighed and squeezed my cold hand with his warm one.

"Michelle, you can sit down while I sign you out," Paul said softly.

That was his nice way of saying go away so I can talk to the doctor about your crazy, messed up life without you there. Sighing, I walked over to the waiting area and sat down, crossing my legs. Braiding my hair, I waited for Paul who was taking forever. Next to me, I felt a presence and looked up. A moderately good looking boy, maybe fifteen, was sitting next to me. We made awkward eye contact and I quickly looked at my hands.

"Hey," boy said.

I paused, not sure if I wanted to answer. Well, my therapist did say I should try to be friendlier, "Hi."

"What's your name?" boy asked softly, flipping his hair out of his face. Wow, typical guy.

Don't judge a book by its cover, my therapist's words came back to me.

"Michelle," I said, looking at him.

"I'm Alex," boy- I mean Alex said.

"Hi Alex," I am getting awkwarder by the second.

"Why are you here?" he asked confidently. Okay, I gave him three minutes of my life, I'm done talking to him.

"Rare skin disease. Really contagious," I shrugged, nonchalantly.

I felt Alex's eyes on me and I looked at my fingers, hoping he would just leave.

"I'm sure," he laughed.

My mouth fell open a little, "I'm serious!" I giggled.

"I really don't believe it. If you had a contagious skin disease, you would not be in a public waiting room. You would be quarantined first of all, and have a hundred doctors running around making sure you don't go near other people. Plus it would probably be showing and you'd be suffering from some other symptoms like a fever," Alex shrugged.

"Well aren't you smart," I teased.

"Nah, I just know from personal experience," he said.

I was out of that seat before he could finish the sentence, "EW!" I screeched.

I looked back at Alex and frowned when I realized he was laughing.

"You ass!" I growled, sitting back down next to him.

"Hey, now we're even," he said, putting his hands up in defense.

"Sure," I said, rolling my eyes.

He laughed and bumped shoulders with me, "Where are you from?"

"La Push," I said.

"Oh, I'm from Forks," he said, smiling, "I was wondering why I haven't seen you around. I think I'd remember a pretty face like yours."

I think I blushed for the first time in months. That was the first compliment I got that wasn't someone yelling YOU'RE NOT FAT at me in a long time. I bit my lip, smiling at him.

He smiled back and started to say, "So do you wanna-"

"We're leaving," Paul growled, standing directly in front of me.

He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me out of the hospital. I looked back and waved to a nervous looking Alex with my free arm. He mouthed you okay? I just shrugged and tried to keep my feet moving at Paul's pace. He didn't let go until I was safely in the car. He slammed the door and stormed around to the other side.

"What was that?" I asked, fuming.

"I don't like him," Paul growled.

"You don't have to. We were just talking," I said, exasperated.

"Talking leads to relationships which lead to hugging which lead to kissing which leads to se-"

"PAUL!" I yelled, stopping him, "I get it! I won't talk to the opposite sex anymore. Girls, girls, girls."

Paul sighed dramatically, "You can talk to me."

"Fine, I'll talk to you and only you. That's gonna get me far in life," I said sarcastically.

"That's not what I meant," he sighed, "Just… if you saw the way he was eyeing you…"

He trailed off, shaking slightly. I put my hand on his shoulder and waited for him to calm down.

"If it makes you feel any better, he wasn't my type," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well you were obviously his," Paul muttered, clutching the steering wheel tighter.

"Hey!" I said, throwing my hands in the air, "You think I don't notice those big boobed nurses swooning over you all day long? Do you think I didn't see Casey? You're not the only one Paul! I don't see you ignoring every girl that makes eye contact with you!"

"That's different!"

"How?" I asked incredulously.

"Because you didn't- I didn't- they aren't- because I don't see other girls Michelle!" he yelled.

"That makes sense," I said, rolling my eyes.

He slammed on the brakes, almost driving past Emily's house, and parked next to the sidewalk.

"You don't understand the depth of imprinting do you?" he asked, softer, "I can only see you. I wasn't kidding when I said you controlled me. If I… walked into a crowded room, I would see you before anyone else! I can pick your heartbeat out of a billion people. You're in every thought I have, not other girls. You are my reason for existence!"

"That sounds a little… intense don't you think?" I whispered.

"It is very intense," he breathed, looking at me.

That's hot.

"Your reason for existence?" I asked breathlessly as he leaned closer to me.

I watched his eyes fall on my lips and I began leaning in towards him. His body heat was coming closer and I could feel the electricity between. We were a foot away. A few inches. One inch from his lips. Half an inch…

"I can't do this," Paul breathed, backing away instantly. He threw the car door open and sprinted into the woods, shaking madly. I tried controlling my breathing, frozen in place and very, very alone.

"What just happened?"

Yeah, she wants to KIIIISSSSS him;) but he can't do it! Sheesh Paul, what's wrong with you?

What isn't wrong with me?

Your abs?

True dat!

Shut up Seth I was talking to Paul!

Oh...

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

Shut up Paul!

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Oh boys...