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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 14:24:31 GMT -5
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She lived in walking distance of the beach, but since she had 'volunteered' to being lunch for her brother and his friends, she drove. Pulling her little bug as close to the beach as she could (since the last thing she needed was to get stunk in the sand), she parked and turned off the car. La Push was never known for it's perfect beach weather but it was warm today, and some of the other girls who were going, had been wearing swim suits.
So wearing her white bikini that looked more like boy shorts and a halter top, and a thin see though black wrap, that was wrapped around her waist she exited the car. She opened the trunk and some of the other girls she had went to high school with came to help unload it.
"Hey Rachael," One of the girls called to her sounded excited, Rachael knew her face, but the girl had been in an higher grade then herself so she wasn't sure on her name. Anna or Amria or something with an A.
"Hey, how are you?" Rachael said trying to match the tone. She was excited about hanging out with friends but didn't know want to admit to not knowing the girl's name. Rachael had not been in La Push for over three years. She remembered faces but not names.
"I am having a ball!" The girl who might be Anna replied, "Watching La Pushes assets strip and surf." Oh yes, Rachael remembered her name now, Amy. Amy had been one of the more popular girls who hung all over the popular boys. Rachael laughed at her comment, more to be polite then thinking it was funny. "Your brother is lookin' good!"
Rachael laughed then for real. Amy was at lest six years older then her baby brother. "Yeah, can you say Jail Bait, Amy?" Rachael teased her. Amy laughed and grabbed a few drinks from the car and started walking to their fire, Rachael followed with the sandwiches the girls had made that morning. {TAG: Give me the beat boys and feed my soul, I wanna get lost in that rock and roll and post with Paul . . . *That was horrible*} ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 14:42:34 GMT -5
Today was a great day. Paul had not gotten too upset . . . well, besides cursing that one wave that forced him to get knocked off his board. But it was hard to fight water, so he let it go. He would just take it out on someone else later. For now, he was enjoying the cool water and warm sun. It was the perfect balance. There was just one thing missing that caused a pain he was unable to ignore. The rumbling of his stomach was distracting him. It was no secret that Paul was constantly eating . . . but hey, he was a big guy, he needed his energy. He saw a blue bug pull up and vaguely recognized the car. Jacob had said his sister was coming with food . . . food. That was the only word that mattered to him -- or so he thought.
After jumping off his board and diving into the water for one final time, he shot up from under the water, and ran his hands through his hair, slicking it back so that it would not drip all in front of him. He wiped the water from his eyes and with his board tucked under his arm, began to wade out of the water. He had been looking around, when he just happened to look at someone. Not because she was the source of his food . . . but because of something else. Something he could not explain. He had seen her many times before; he remembered her from his school. They were in the same class; they did that weird egg project together. But here she was, standing there, and he could not stop staring.
There was something different about her. He felt like there was something drawing him towards her. Some sort of weird, force. No. Not weird. It was a wonderful feeling. It was like breathing for the first time after nearly dying from suffocation. He was overwhelmed with something he had never felt before . . . what was it? He did not feel angry, he did not feel aggression, he felt . .. admiration, affection, serenity . . . . love. If he had been able to look away, he would have. But all he could do was stare at the beautiful woman who was now directly in front of him. He had walked without even realizing it. It was as if he was in a trance of some sort . . . one that he never wanted to break out of.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 14:54:45 GMT -5
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"Hmmm", Rachael hear Amy say in a low voice. "Paul Moran is heading this way." Rachael paused for a moment while unpacking the food and looked up at Amy like a deer stuck in head lights. Amy wasn't looking at her, but at Paul. Rachael's back was to were Amy was looking and she was not about to turn around.
Paul had been her high school crush. It was one of them silly things she was supposed to have out grown. She had not seen in in three years and he could be chubby and grown up goofy looking, and. . . and . . . oh hell. With the way Amy was drooling Paul was going to be bold and bad ass and just as perfect she he had been as a kid. "You should take him a sandwich." Rachael said handing one to Amy. Amy took it grinned and ran on over. Rachael refused to turn around, but she could faintly hear Amy talking.
"Hey, Paul, lookin' good out there. Hungry?" ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 15:10:35 GMT -5
Paul did not acknowledge another person's presence. All he could focus on was this one woman. The thought of food had also exited his mind, despite the fact that she was surrounded by it. The thought of food not being in Paul's mind was a rarity indeed. It even left him when a woman was standing there, offering him food. Another rarity was Paul not accepting the compliment she was giving him. He had not even heard it. Normally, it would encourage the arrogant, flirtatious side of him, but he did not even dare think of that right now. He did not immediately respond to whoever the other person talking to him was. He was far too preoccupied. He had vaguely heard what she had said, so just dismissed her because he wanted to move closer to Rachael. "No thanks," he replied, not looking away from who seemed to currently be the center of his universe.
When he was in close enough range to talk to her, and facing her, he felt at a loss for words. How could anyone talk in front of someone so breathtaking? He took in every detail of her . . . the way her eyelashes curled above her eyes, the way her long silky hair flowed well past her shoulders, the way her deep brown eyes were avoiding making contact with his.
"Hey." It was a simple word; he felt like he wanted to say so much more to her. But his emotions were consuming him, and for once . . . for once in Paul's life he did not know what to say.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 15:17:42 GMT -5
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The shadow fell over her and she tired to breath normal. It was Paul. She wasn't going to look up and make a foll of her self. She was supposed to have out grown this. This was silly! How bad could it be?!
Rachael looked up at him when he spoke. "Paul."
It was bad. He was huge! Not only had he filled out more, but he was taller then before as well. Jacob tall! Bet they didn't see this one coming in their egg project. She spoke his name is a slightly drawn out 'hello' way. Then stared back at him. Why had be not taken Amy's food? Was he not hungry? Why was he looking at her like . . . like she had wanted him to year ago. ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 15:28:50 GMT -5
Finally! She looked at him. He could see her perfectly now . . . every feature of her was even more clear than before. He had to fight the urge to put his arms around her and never let go. He felt oddly nervous . . . he was usually comfortable around women, but she was different. This whole thing felt different. In an amazing way, but in an utterly unfamiliar one as well.
"How you been? I haven't seen you for a while." Why was it that he never felt this way before? Why was it now? He felt as he was opening his eyes for the first time, and realization about the wondrous beauty of her was hitting him for the first time . . . and it felt like a ton of bricks. He was just making small talk, but it seemed to irrelevant. He wanted to move past the chit chat and start a life with her. How could he feel so strongly for someone?
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 15:40:10 GMT -5
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He was asking about her now?! Rachael was shocked and . . . to be honest, pleased. In high school he had barely got her name right.--The again he had not aid her name yet. "I'm good. Just came home to visit with family for a few weeks." She had finished school and was supposed to be applying for jobs. She just had not wanted to leave her father yet.
Needing something to do besides stare up the foot between their heads, she looked down at her basket. "I brought food, if your hungry." She picked up one, "Here is a egg sandwich." She offered up to him, with a blush. Eggs had double meanings for them. ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 16:05:39 GMT -5
Wait . . . she was leaving? She was only here for a few weeks? No. She could not leave. He had just found her -- sort of -- how could she leave so soon after? He remembered that she barley came here once she began college. He needed to convince her to stay . . . the mere thought of being apart from her was already causing his heart to ache. "Oh," he said, trying not to sound too disappointed by her revelation of her short stay.
He was glad that the egg sandwich distracted him from such thoughts. He gave a small smile, remembering the last time the two of them had been around eggs. He had wasted so much time then . . . talking nonsense when he could have spent that time with her. Now, instead of fantasizing about how he liked his eggs, he found himself dreaming of a life with her. Of really having a family . . . making her his wife, having children with her . . . . . this was absurd! He barley knew her and yet -----
Oh. That was when it hit Paul Moran. It hit him like a dump truck. It all made sense. He was coherent enough to make the connection. Imprinting. He had imprinted on Rachael Black. This was terrible. No . . . this was wonderful. He felt wonderful. He felt more than that, he felt genuinely happy. He realized he had been standing there in silence, and so took a sandwich just to have done something.
"Thanks," he said in a low voice, looking at it and not feeling any hunger what so ever. He turned his gaze to his sandwich, looking at it for a brief moment before turning his gaze back to her. Though it had been less than a second that he had not been looking at her, he felt that it had been much longer for he had greatly missed her beauty in that millisecond of time. "Exactly how long are you staying for?" He asked, going back to his initial fear that she was going to leave so soon after he was seeing her, truly seeing her for the first time.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 17:16:33 GMT -5
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Rachael stood their for a moment in silence before she sat down on the towel near by and looked up at him. How long was she here, was a hard question to answer. "I am not sure, depends on how quickly I can find a job." She looked up at his super tall form, "What have you been doing for three years?" She asked. She had graduated early for High school, so she didn't know for sure if he had finished. She thought he would. He had allot of pride and that alone would have gotten him to finish.
Rachael wondered if he had a girl friend. Not that it would matter. If Paul's dating league exploded Rachael wouldn't hear the sound for three days. ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 18:09:30 GMT -5
Paul did not wait to be invited to sit down . . . he took a seat in front of her so that he would be able to see her, and keep eye contact with her. "I see," he said, thinking about how he could help her to stay longer. She had no reason to stay for him . . . it was not as if they had ever been close before. But now, he wanted that. He wanted to be with her. He was determined to convince her.
Working. Phasing. Falling in love with you.
"Not much. Just been hanging out with the guys mostly. I'm working a couple of jobs, nothing too steady." How could he be talking about jobs right now . . . when there was so much more he wanted to say to her. "How is college in . . . " He didn't even know where she was. He felt horrible. His goal was to make sure he knew as much as he could about her before the day came to a close. Right now it was just the small talk . . . could Paul talk about more serious things with her? Did he have the capability to do that?
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 19:15:05 GMT -5
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When he trailed off she took the hint. She had not expected him to know where she went. She wondered why he didn't have a steady job. Was he a party guy still? "I just got my bachelors degree from Washing State in applied science in Foreign Languages and Cultures with a minor in Linguistics. My apartment is still up their, and I have to go back to graduate in three months. Once that is done, I can officially apply at schools to be a teacher."
Rachael was used to speaking like this around people who had higher degrees so her's wasn't impressive. When she said it and looked back up at his face, she wondered it it meant she was showing off down here? "Basically I want to teach foreign languages at high schools or local colleges. What sort of jobs do you work now?" ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 19:46:15 GMT -5
Wow! She was so intelligent . . . he made him admire her even more. Had he been insecure, he would have been worried about admitting where he worked and what he did for a living. She had three more months though . . . that seemed like such a long time. Far too long for him to bear the distance. "Sounds like you've been pretty busy then. You thinking about moving back home once you've graduated?" He had to know. He knew how the others were when they imprinted . . . they could not stand to be separated from their loved ones. How was he going to handle her leaving? He did not even want to leave her now. He was still mesmerized by her.
"I'm just working at a Salvage Yard, and in construction. Nothing that requires a lot of brain power." More so physical strength. "I don't think I'll be going anywhere either. Can't really imagine calling a place other than La Push my home." He was slowly building up to giving her a reason to stay . . . with him.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 20:04:28 GMT -5
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When he said his job didn't make him use his barin allot, her eyes dropped to his chest and abs then lowered the ground in a blush. She didn't look back up. "I'm not sure." She said hesitantly not wanting to insult the home town he bragged of. "I don't think so. La Push has allot of memories for me, but on the other hand my Dad is here and. . ." And he was sick, she left that unsaid and gave a soft shrug. Her mother's death had been rather gruesome and she had taken on so much responsibility so young. She liked being the slightly carefree student away from La Push rather then the 19 year old home maker, with an sick father. It was to much and she missed not having a life. Which made her feel guilty for leaving her family . . . ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 20:13:48 GMT -5
If he could just convince her to stay only for her father, and not him for the moment, then he would try to do that. Anything to avoid making her leave. He knew about her mother's death and wanted to cheer her up as he hated seeing her so distraught about something. He wanted to see her smile . . . filled with joy . . . not reminiscing about the pain that La Push held for her. Paul had no idea when he had become so compassionate and concerned for other people's emotions. He gained amusement from irritating others, but around her . . . he was so very calm.
He leaned forward a little and cupped his hand under her chin, gently moving it up so that her face would be forward again, though he could not guarantee the direction of her eye sight. "Hey, its alright. You're dad is so happy that you are here now. Just focus on that. Take each day as it comes." He kept his hand on her chin for a few more moments before reluctantly moving his hand in case he was making her feel uncomfortable. He wondered if he would ever be able to take his eyes off of her.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 20:22:14 GMT -5
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Ooooooohhhhh. . . .
Paul was touching her. His words should have made her feel the guilt but the only thing she could think was Paul . . . .PAUL . .. .Paul was touching her face. She blushed, and gave a nerves giggle. Which she hated, and only made her blush more and giggle again. She also noted that she could either comment on her Dad, or change the topic. "So your friends with Jacob now?" She asked while scanning the beach for her brother. "I see you still hang out with your La Push mob brothers." She made the joke she had made at him years ago, about him, Sam, and Jared. ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 20:32:19 GMT -5
The melodic sound of her giggle, and the adorable red color that appeared in her cheeks, made him smile. He always wanted to see her like that . . . he felt as if he could devote his entire life to trying to always make her feel like that. He would have followed her gaze, but he couldn't. He didn't want to look away for an instant. "Yeah, we all get along . . . relatively well." It was semi true. Paul felt as if he got along better with Sam and Jared rather than Jacob, Quil and Embry. He tended to get into more fights with them . . . and for good reason. But right now, he did not want to think about that. He did not want to think about anything that could make him angry or agitated.
He laughed at little at the reference of his 'mob'. They were a pack indeed . . . just not mafia style. "I guess you could say that. You know us, protecting La Push from outsiders, protecting our home." It was literally true but he was just encouraging the title she had once given him and his friends.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 20:54:42 GMT -5
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"You reunited Jacob into your little mob." She teased, also glad Jacob had boys to hang out with that seemed to stay out of trouble. "What sort of music do you like--" She cut off when her phone rang. "Oh, excuse me." Rachael stood up and walked a few feet away so note to be rude and talk around him, her phone was the same color as her bug, and even had the little daisy on it that her Bug had, she pressed the green answer button.
"Joshua?" She asked into it. "No, this isn't a bad time. How are you? How is my plants?" Pause, "Haha, no, no, thank you so much for watching them." A longer pause "Umm, I should be home this weekend. I need to come up to get my grades, and check my mail, but then I plan to come back down to La Push and spend my time off with family. You can come hang out with me here?" Short puase, "Let me know if you change your mind. Oh! Can you go into the bedroom and check to see if I left my PJs on the floor? I thought I packed them but--Oh, I guess I didn't pack them." Pause, "No, I am sleeping in Jacob's clothes." Last pause, "Ok, see you when I get home, don't eat all the mushrooms! Bye."
Rachael hung up and turned back to the baskets. She looked over at Paul, "Sorry, my umm. . . .roommate." ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 21:56:21 GMT -5
Even though she was only gone for a few moments, it felt like such a long time. He was still watching her every move . . . listening to her every word, and that was Paul's mistake for when heard the name 'Joshua' , an instant flare of jealousy arose in him. Who was this guy? Why was he in her bedroom? He felt angry. He felt his hand begin to tremble. Oh no! No . . . he couldn't. He couldn't phase, not now. Not like this. He had to control himself. He began to subtly take deep breathes, making sure he stayed calm so that he would not phase in this public area . . . in front of her.
He was going to try to force a smile, but when she explained that it was her roommate, he could not even do that. He just looked at her. "Oh. You guys close?" He asked. Were they together? Had Paul missed his chance with her? There was one simple solution to all of this: kill Joshua. He had a first name, and he had a location . . . he just needed specifics and then he could go beat the hell out of this guy who was stealing Rachael away from him.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 22:04:20 GMT -5
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Rachael smiled, "Yeah, real close." She tucked her hair behind her ear and reached in to a basket for her purse, to put her phone away. While she was in their she pulled her wallet out and opened it up to the photos area, turning it so Paul could see a photo of a white guy, blond huge dimples and at lest nine years older then her, along with Rachel and a little two year old girl. The photo was one of them three at the Seattle needle, all hugging each other. "That is Joshua, Me and Little Zorra." The little girl looked like she could be half native American. "Zorra is my god-daughter." Rachael added after a moment's silence. ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 22:29:17 GMT -5
Deep breathes Paul . . . deep breathes. The fact that he had a short temper was not helping him in this situation. If Joshua was in front of him, he would not have lived much longer. He would have been on his way to the hospital right now. Oh the mere thought was making Paul smile. Just wait until he got his hands on him . . .
He looked down at the picture. His initial fear was that it was her daughter, or that she had married Joshua and he had a daughter and she was now her step mother. But god daughter . . . thankfully. Paul wanted to be the one standing next to her in such a picture. He wanted to be the one to have a family with her. He wanted to be close to her. And this blond, pasty, white boy was getting in the way of that. "She is beautiful," he said, just to be polite. She was a kid, she was cute, Paul did not fawn over children though. He did not care much for them . . . not with the way he acted. He was not that compassionate or capable of caring for small infants.
"So how close are you to him? You guys . . . you know, together." What an awkward question. He wanted to be more suave than that, but he was getting upset thinking about the possible meanings she could have meant by 'close'.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 22:39:21 GMT -5
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Was PAUL asking if she had a boyfriend? Rachael put her wallet up while feeling her self blush and smile. PAUL was asking her of she was dating anyone. "Ummm, no. Not anymore. We use to but, we were better friends then a couple." She bit her lip and debated on returning the favor. She couldn't make her self frame any questions about his love life.
"Zorra is a good kid, I like helping out." She paused and risked it, "Do you have kids?" ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 22:48:20 GMT -5
Paul felt himself feel a huge wave of relief when she confirmed that she was not going out with him. "And you guys can still be roommates?" He asked. Maybe he wouldn't kill Joshua . . . just yet. He still did not like the thought of another man in her bedroom, and so close to her made the fury inside of him grow and grow. He felt an instinctive protectiveness over her. "Are you with anyone now?" He may as well ask, he was determined to find out soon anyway . . . the sooner the better. "I didn't know you liked kids so much . . . " It made him feel bad for not being as serious as he should have been with their egg project. He then chuckled when she asked her question.
"No way." Maybe that sounded too much like he was against the idea. He did not want to turn her off. "Well I mean, not yet. I like to think I still have some time to act like a teenager before I get all those responsibilities." He was not ready for that . . . well that was what he thought. But now, being with her, he felt like he was ready to be fully committed to someone, and begin his future with her, right now.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 23:04:44 GMT -5
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Still had time to be a teenager? He was what . . 19? He looked older. She watched him for a moment taking in that then smiled, "Yeah, Josh and share a place since it's cheaper and I can help with Zorra. She don't hear, she def, and I know sign language, so when he works full time, I can be at home helping her. Tutoring her helps me learn and her learn."
Rachael wondered if he was only talking to her because she went to the city and city girls were 'loose' or something. He said he wanted more teenage years. She gave him a friendly smile, "Hey, Paul, it was good to catch up with you. I think I am going to try to swim, if the water isn't to cold. Help your self to the food." She got up and walked over to the girls, dropping her skirt and walking to the water's edge to test it. It was colder then she liked but after talking to Paul, it might help bring her mind out of silly teenage girl with a crush mode. Slowly, she started working her way deeper, the tides pulling her out faster. ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 23:27:38 GMT -5
She was leaving already?! He thought the conversation had been going so well. Did he say something wrong? Was she offended by the kids remark? He did not even bother looking at the food. He was not hungry. He did not want her to go. Not yet. Not ever. "Rachael, be careful . . . " But she was gone. No. Paul could not accept this. He was determined. He had a goal and he was going to meet that before this day ended. He watched her go into the water, and just stood there, watching her, seeing her swim, seeing her get further and further away from him. This couldn't be it. He wouldn't let it be it.
He began to enter the water as well, leaving his surf board behind. He swam deep into it, nearing the general area in which she was. "You should really be careful out here. The waters can be stronger than you think." He wanted to make sure she was safe, that she was never near any harm. He had so much more he wanted to say to her, but her abrupt departure had left him curious and eager to learn more about her.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 28, 2009 23:35:59 GMT -5
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Paul had followed her? She stood there watching with trying to figure out what he was up to. She didn't answer him, just watched him. Paul had followed her? She gave him a half smile as the tide made her take a few more steps into the water, which was now at her waist. "I remember how the tides work." She said with a small laugh. Was he nerves about her in the water? She had grown up in them. "Besides, the water is colder then you boys made it look. I doubt I will stay in it long." She gave a dramatic shiver and put her hands, palm down on the water's top, letting the waves bounce them around. "Not surfing anymore?" ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 28, 2009 23:46:55 GMT -5
He walked alongside her as they went further into the water. "I guess we didn't really notice the cool temperature of it." There was obviously an explanation for that, but he couldn't exactly tell her . . . not yet. He noticed her react to the cold, and fought the urge to put his arms around her. He held himself back, even though the temptation was great. "No, no more surfing for now. I think I just need a break from it. What about you? How long do you plan to stay here at the beach for?" What were her plans? He was already planning asking her out, trying to take one thing at a time.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 29, 2009 0:14:21 GMT -5
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"I am not sure, I sort of just came out to the beach to bring Jacob and his friends lunch. And hang out with some of my old friends from school." She looked back at the beach were she could see Jacob and the others digging in. "I should steal his board, since he is distracted." She said, allowed. She didn't surf but she could sat on the board and paddle. She liked sitting in the deep waters and feeling alone. Usually Rebecca had been with her and would help her swim back to shore.
Looking back at Paul she asked, "How long are you here for?" ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 29, 2009 0:27:34 GMT -5
That was good. She did not have a set time for leaving, and she did not seem to be in any sort of rush. "You can borrow mine if you want," he offered. He would probably not be surfing, but instead, watching her surf and making sure she was in no immediate danger. He also had to talk to Sam at some point, and try to avoid patrolling tonight since he was planning to ask Rachael out. "I don't know how long I'm here for. Depends on how long the rest of the guys are sticking around for." He knew they could spend all day and all night here.
"I was wondering if you would like to grab some dinner later." It was a start at least . . . a simple date was how most relationships began, and he fully intended on having one with her. He saw how happy Sam was with Emily, and how happy Jared was with Kim. He wanted that too, and now he had finally found it and could not wait to experience more of it.
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Post by ♧Rachael Black♧ on Apr 29, 2009 0:54:06 GMT -5
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Rachael looked over at him with more of a shocked face. PAUL has just asked RACHAEL to dinner? Her high school crush was wanting dinner? "You know, I am Rachael Black right?" She teased, not answering. "You used to make fun of me in high school, forgot my name, called me up tight, named my kids after strippers . . ." She was smiling when she said this to show him she didn't hold it against him. He hadn't really made fun of her, but he had called her emotional and hormonal and other names that had hurt.
Had Paul changed this much in three years? To go from the bad ass who didn't think she was fun, to the guy who looked at her like she was . . . special. She wanted to say yes but that would make everything harder. She wasn't here forever, and he said he was. She wanted a high class, drama free life, and he didn't have a steady job. Still . . . She wanted to say yes. ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP.)) |
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Post by Paul Lahote on Apr 29, 2009 1:01:12 GMT -5
He had never felt guilty about those things . . . until now. Until he realized how much it had stayed with her, and how much she remembered every insult, every ridicule, every teasing remark. For the first time, he wished he could take it back. "I'm sorry if those things I said hurt you." How could he expect to start off well with her if she was still offended -- and rightfully so -- by the things he had said to her in the past. He wanted to start over, because back then he had no idea what he had been missing. The fact that she did not answer him right away made him a little worried that she was leaning towards denying him her company. He was not one to give up so easily.
Instead of walking alongside her, he was now standing right in front of her, blocking her forward path. He was standing perhaps a little too close to her, though the close proximity did not bother him. He would have even liked to move in closer, but he knew that would be too far. "Their bodies were almost touching, and he was close enough to her that he could feel her breath. "Come on, have dinner with me," he said in a low voice, with a bit of a smile. "I won't take no for an answer," he added. He would judge her reaction to his words and whether she really did hate his guts, or whether she was willing to give him another chance.
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