A/N Chapter four duuuudes!

So, i've decided to change the timeline so it can correspond with the time Brady first phased in relation to Eclipse, therefore this is taking place just before and during Breaking Dawn.

Disclaimer: All I own is a snuggie, and Twilight is not a blanket that has sleeves.

"Fear is where there is no love. Love is where there is no fear." Axl Rose

It took three days and two more dates for Paul to claim me as his girlfriend. I was constantly replaying that conversation over and over in my head.

We'd pulled up outside my house after our third date. This time we'd gone out for dinner and I had made fun of him for being so incredibly cliche, while secretly loving it. He'd even put on a button up shirt.

Paul shut off the engine of his truck and turned to me, surveying our intertwined fingers.

"So this is our third date," Paul began.

"And the sky is supposedly blue, even though here it's always grey. Any other obvious facts you want to discuss?"

He rolled his eyes at my cheek. "I was trying to find a good way to ask you to be my girlfriend, but I should have known you'd ruin it. So, what do you say?"

I snorted, "When you put it like that, how can I say no?"

He crashed his lips against mine in a feverish kiss, our mouths moving frantically against one another. I wouldn't have been surprised if the windows of his truck were fogged up. My hands tangled in his short hair, his own gripping my waist, lifting me so I was in his lap, straddling him. I felt Paul's hands lifting my shirt, his scorching hands caressing my sides, and I couldn't contain a gasp.

Reluctantly I pulled away, I really needed to go before things got too out of hand. Kissing Paul once more I smirked at his mildly offended expression and opened his door, hopping out of the truck and strolling leisurely to my front door, only looking back at him when I reached it.

Paul was staring at me, arms crossed with a distinct pout on his face. "Tease!" He hollered.

I was only slightly ashamed to admit I was already head over heals for Paul Lahote. We'd now been dating two weeks, and it was the happiest i'd been since before my dad died. Though I refused to become one of those girls who were completely codependant upon their boyfriends, I found myself missing him when he wasn't with me.

For example I was pretty damn disappointed I didn't have plans with Paul today, but he'd said he had to work, though he was very vague about what he did. He'd told me he'd call me sometime today though, as we'd finally gotten around to exchanging telephone numbers.

I'd learned he lived with two other guys named Embry and Jared in a little house somewhere on the rez, and told me not to be surprised if I called him I would get interrogated by any one of his friends who might answer, because he'd told them about me. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or afraid.

After lounging around the house for a few hours, watching CSI reruns and eating two bowls of frosted flakes, I decided to do something I hadn't done in what felt like years: cook.

If everyone in the world has a special talent, mine is cooking. I loved experimenting with recipes and making different dishes. When my Dad had been alive, he and I would spend hours making all types of foods, from pasta to cheesecake.

Raiding my fridge I realized it was amost completely bare, my mother obviously having forgot to stock up on groceries. Knowing she kept spare money in one of the drawers in the kitchen for this exact situation, I grabbed the cash and headed out the door and into the rain. I groaned. It was more than just a slight drizzle, it was quite literally like stepping into a shower.

After battling with myself for a few short seconds I decided I would have to drive. I ran over to my hardly used garage that contained my miniscule, slightly hideous hatchback. I hated driving. Especially in the rain, it almost always resulted in me hyperventilating for fear I would run over a pedestrian. But it was the only solution to the crippling boredom I would surely suffer from if I stayed home.

I slid into the driver's seat, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out of the driveway and making my cautious way to La Push's only grocery store.

After twenty minutes and only a small panic attack over a squirrel running out in front of me, I made it to my destination.

Browsing the aisles I pondered what to cook, finally deciding on my favourite: lasagna.

I made my way throughout the store, gathering the necessary ingredients. I was reaching on my tip toes for the lasagna noodles when-

"Hey!" Called an alarmingly cheerful voice from right behind me.

"Jesus!" I yelled, my heart stopping.

"No, but I'm told the resemblance is uncanny."

I turned to see the smiling face of Seth Cearwater, a boy I recognized as a classmate of mine from school. I hadn't seen him around much, but that was probably because I'd been holed up in my room for the majority of the summer. He was also one of the La Push gang, so It was fair to assume he knew both Paul and Brady.

I still hadn't figured out what the deal was with all those boys, but I confess it hadn't been something that I gave much thought to anyway. I'd been too distracted with thoughts of Paul.

"Oh you're just hilarious," I grumbled sarcastically. "Do you often wander around grocery stores scaring the wits out of unsuspecting people?"

He laughed easily, "No, you're a special case. Lucy, right?"

I nodded, eyes narrowed.

"Well see Lucy, I was walking around here -looking for food- and I couldn't help but notice you have all the ingredients for lasagna in your cart."

I raised an eyebrow."Where are you going with this, Seth?"

His eyes got all big, a pout forming at his mouth, "Want to share?"

I tried to fight it, but as it turns out i'm a sucker when it comes to someone pouting at me, or perhaps it was just Seth's cheerful nature. Either way I was helpless against his pleading eyes.

I heaved a deep sigh, "On two conditions. One," I tossed him my keys, "You drive. And two, you're doing the dishes."

Seth's arms were around me in a flash, lifting me off the floor with an enthusiastic hug, probably crushing my ribs in the process.

"Yay! You're the best!"

He dropped me, and ran around the store like a maniac, gathering the remaining ingredients we needed faster than I thought possible.

In a matter of minutes we had checked everything out and were headed to my car, both of us with our arms full of groceries.

"You are not to comment on the uglyness of my car." I warned him.

Seth was happy as a clam on the way back to my house, humming along to the radio, a smug look on his face all the while.

Once everything was on my kitchen counter, I set to work making the meat sauce, cooking the ground beef while Seth cut up various vegetables.

"So, you and Paul huh?" Seth said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, me and Paul." I replied, turning so he wouldn't see the tiny smile on my face.

"I'm really glad he met you, he's so much nicer now. It's kind of pathetic actually, but at least if I eat all the food at his house he doesn't punch me now. He used to be really crabby, all the time."

"Really?" I asked, it was hard to believe the Paul I knew would get so angry so easily.

"Yeah! But now he's all calm and happy. It's great."

"Because of me? Why?"

"Because he's all smitten with you, it doesn't give him time to be a grouch." Seth said.

We fell back into silence, for the next few minutes as I pondered what Paul must have been like before i'd met him. Seth had made him out to be some violent person with a very short fuse, and these were the last two attributes I thought of when I thought of Paul. How could meeting me have changed his personality that much?

As I was pouring the groundbeef into the enormous pot we were using for the sauce, the phone rang.

"I'll get it!" Seth yelled, practically skipping off in the direction of my telephone. "Hello, Turner residence, Seth speaking."

I strained my ears, almost positive it was Paul on the phone. Seth's next words confirmed my suspicions.

"Oh hi Paul! Lucy and I are making lasagna. You'd better watch out, I might just try and steal this girl away from you."

I snorted, shaking my head at him.

"What? Paul I was kidding! Geez..."

"Seth, give me the phone and come stir the sauce." I ordered, walking over to where he sat on my counter, swinging his egs like a teenage girl. I handed him the wooden spoon I was holding, snatching the phone from him.

He didn't argue, happily doing as I told him.

"Hello?" I said into the reciever.

"How exactly did Seth convince you to make him his favourite food?" Paul asked, humour in his tone.

"He ambushed me at the grocery store."

"Yeah, he tends to hang around there looking sad when nobody will feed him."

I laughed, "Makes sense. How's your day been?"

I could hear him yawning on the other end of the line. "Good, I just finished work. Mind if I come over?"

I brightened at the thought of seeing him. "Sure!" I said, just as Seth yelled, "No!"

I hung up with Paul, him saying he'd be over soon.

"Why not?" I asked.

Seth pouted again. "Because he'll eat all the food!" He whined.

"Seth, there's more than enough. Besides, this is my house, and I bought everything."

He heaved a great sigh, "Fine."

"Good. Now stop eating all the sauce, don't think I didn't notice."

The doorbell rang as I was boiling the noodles. Abandoning my task I went to answer the door. "Hey," I greeted Paul, standing aside for him to come inside.

"Hi," He smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on my lips, succesfully causing my knees to go weak. Seth, the little shit, decided to ruin the moment by wolf whistling from the kitchen. As we pulled apart, I could have sworn Paul growled.

I kicked Seth out of the kitchen about ten minutes after Paul arrived, he'd annoyed us so much I think we were both ready to smack him. Also, the way Paul kept looking at me was incrediby distracting.

The minute the television was on in the other room Paul's burning hands were around me, setting me on the counter and attacking my lips with his own, not that I minded in the least. After a few short moments of Paul's deicious mouth on mine, I was forced to pull away for the sake of oxygen.

"You know, "I said, leaning back against the cabinets, "Sometimes I feel like you're only with me for the makeout sessions."

Paul scoffed, "Please. You also cook."

I almost broke my hand punching him in the arm. He laughed at my weak attempt to hurt him and kissed my cheek, going to stir the forgotten lasagna sauce.

It was an hour and a half before the lasagna was ready, so the boys and I had settled onto the couch to watch the total douchebaggery that was Jersey shore. Paul snatched me into his lap despite my slight protests, burying his face in my hair, inhaling deeply.

By the time the food was ready, Seth was whining about dying if he didn't get to eat soon. When the timer rang at long last Seth was the first one off the couch, doing a Breakfast Club-esque fist pump as he entered the kitchen.

The boys ate like pigs. Completely disgusting pigs, who hadn't eaten in years. I wasns't even sure they tasted anything before swallowing each mouthful whole. It was impossible for me to enjoy my meal when faced with the savagery in which they devoured their food.

"You two are disgusting." I said, staring at them with a horrified look on my face.

Only Paul had the decency to attempt to eat like a human being, whereas Seth ignored me completely and continued shoving food into his face.

Thankfully, they were both finished eating in a matter of minutes.

"So Paul, when were you planning on introducing Luce to everyone?" Seth asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Paul was quiet for a moment, looking at me. My eyes were wide, nervousness creeping into my expression. I hated to admit it, but the thought of meeting all of the people Paul cared about terrified me. What if they hated me? What if they thought I wasn't good enough for him?

Those nagging thoughts were always present in the back of my mind. Paul was probaby the most amazing person i'd ever met, and I was just...me. Short, scrawny, antisocial, strange Lucille. I wasn't good enough for him, the nagging voice said. But, for whatever reason, he wanted me. And I didn't want to question it.

"I was thinking Saturday, at the bonfire. Is that okay, Lucy?" Paul inquired. I couldn't answer for a minute, due to my throat going dry. Saturday was in three days. Mutely, I nodded, forcing a smile.

Seth left shortly after finishing the dishes, saying something about work, leaving Paul and I alone.

Seth was barely out the door before Paul turned to me, concern clearly written on his features.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I decided feigning ignorance was a good aproach to avoiding this conversation. I did not want Paul to have to hear about my ridiculous insecurities.

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently. Paul, unfortunately, saw right through me.

"When I mentioned the bonfire you looked scared." I blushed.

I looked down at my hands. "What if they don't like me?" I asked in a small voice.

Paul sighed and enveloped me in a warm hug, resting his chin atop my head. "They will absolutely adore you, I promise."

"How do you know?" I mumbled into his chest.

"Because," He pulled away slightly, looking down at me fondly. "How can they not?"

"Paul," I began. i couldn't believe i was asking this, but I couldn't stop myself. I needed to know. "Why do you like me? I mean, you found me in a tree. I just don't understand what on earth made you want to see me again."

There was a frown on his face, as if he didn't understand what I way saying. "You were intriguing. And beautiful. And you're an amazing singer. Why wouldn't I want to see you again?"

I smiled, blushing at the compliment and leaned into his chest. I didn't want to push the matter further, so instead I focused on how happy I felt, rather than dwelling on matters that did nothing but depress me.