a/n: so...I wrote like...3 different versions of this chapter until finally settling with this one. Sorry for the late update! I've been struggling with a severe case of writers block. I want to give out a thanks for the awesome people who have read this story and favorited/alerted/reviewed it! You guys rock, and I promise that I'll try to have the next chapter up ASAP. Toodles:)
Just The Girl
Chapter 5: The Black Out
My long legs dangled callously over the too small, fading green couch. The low ramblings from the T.V were ignored. Time alone with my thoughts were precious and I decided to take advantage of this valuable moment.
A loopy grin would appear on my face whenever Lena flickered across my thoughts, followed by an irritated scowl, scolding myself for allowing such unnecessary thoughts to even cross my mind.
"Oh! Paul, you're still here?" My mother's soft voice broke the rare silence in my head. I allowed my head to lean towards my chest in an obvious nod. "I thought you'd be at the bonfire with the rest of the kids. I drove past there and it was jam-packed with people from your school."
My initial thought was whether or not Lena was there, but I quickly banished the thought from my curiosity. My mom was staring at me warily, waiting for a sign of acknowledgment. I stared blankly at her and shrugged.
"You know, it's not polite to answer with only face expressions," She chastised.
I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head teasingly. That's when the pillow came in contact with my face.
I chuckled lightly as I rested my elbows on the flowery cushion. "Nah, it looks like it's about to rain. Those people down there are crazy," I said, earning a grin from my mother.
"Aren't Quil, Embry, Jared and Jacob down there?"
"I never said my friends weren't crazy," I replied naturally.
"Well, in that case," my mother began, hopeful. "Mrs. Sullivan called. She wanted to know if you were available to do some garden work."
"Garden work?" I asked, incredulous. "It's like…5pm! Nobody does garden work this late!"
My mom's honey brown eyes were warm, yet demanding. "It was just a favor she was asking. It's not like you have anything else better to do."
I let out an audible groan, as the evil woman, also known as my mother, smiled victoriously.
"I'll let her know you're on your way," She said sweetly, dismissing the vivid shots of angry glares I threw at her.
"Stupid rich people…can't even do their own damn gardening," I cursed under my breath as I reluctantly trudged up the steep steps leading to the enormous mansion before me. I could hear the chiming of the doorbell sing their song from inside, but no answer.
I twirled on my heels, rubbing my too large hands together, and cursing the cold weather. "Rich people and all their money…can't even answer the damn door. Maybe they should buy a clue with all their stupid—"
My head snapped up at the sound of the familiar sound that starred in all my dreams.
Lena was leaning lazily against the door, an amused expression placed on her beautiful face. Her black, dance sweats hung loosely on her waist; her white wife beater was teasing, exposing little of the soft skin between her belly and her hips—she was hot.
My heart thumped harder as her trademark smirk found its way to her luscious lips. "So…you gonna come in, or would you rather stay out here and continue insulting the rich?"
I found myself smirking as well. "The rich? Don't you mean your kind?"
The corners of her lips drooped downwards. Her lower lip puckered out slightly in a very innate, sexy pout. "I believe you know where the garden is," she said hotly. She hastily retreated to the sanctuary of her house, not waiting to hear my response.
A smile instantly formed on my lips as I picked up my tools and headed into the house after her. Lena was lounging on a kitchen stool, picking at a box of Teddy Grams.
I took my time walking across the kitchen, taking in all that was Lena before having to succumb to the needy plants that awaited me in the backyard.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the bonfire?" I asked casually as I slowly passed a jar of Gummy Bears sitting on the counter.
Lena continued to browse through the box of Teddy grams, giving no initiative to having heard my question. "Aren't you supposed to be fixing the garden?"
I bit down hard on my tongue, preventing me from saying something I knew I'd only regret later. I stomped my way to the massive backyard and set down to work, tugging on the weeds with more force than necessary.
I struggled hard to clear my mind of Lena, but I knew that the unrealistic task was doomed to fail. I tried reasoning with myself, but found that impossible as well. I loathed this girl…but loved her at the same time. It just didn't make sense.
Something wet hit the top of my head, tarnishing my train of thought. I stared up at the dark sky and was soon pelted with a dozen more pesky raindrops.
"Fantastic…" I mumbled, as I carried on with the yard work. A little rain didn't scare me. My stubbornness quickly dissolved, as "a little rain" became an angry mob. I was soaking wet by the time I gave into my wishes and ran into the refuge of the warm house.
My muscles relaxed as I saw that Lena was no longer in the kitchen, or the living room. The faint drumming of the shower gave away her whereabouts.
I shut my eyes and listened to the angry storm wreck havoc. I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit for a while before embarking on the long, journey home.
As if on cue, right when my butt touched the kitchen stool, all the lights gave out. My eyes adjusted to the dark immediately, as a loud yelp echoed from upstairs, followed by an audible thump.
All my sense reacted immediately. My legs couldn't move any faster as I raced upstairs, in the dark, toward Lena.
My ears zoomed in on her low whimpers, and my nose followed her scent, leading me to what I assumed to be her bathroom.
"Lena! Are you okay?" I asked, an exaggerated amount of worry overpowering me.
I could hear the clumsy sound of feet trying to find their way to the door. A short click, and the door opened, revealing a very wet, semi-naked Lena. Her hair was saturated with water as she clung on to the towel wrapped around her tighter at the sight of me.
I had to practice breathing in an even pace before speaking again. "Are you alright? I heard a thump."
Even in the darkness, I could see the reluctance plastered on her face. "I fell," She said evenly, staring down at the small pool of blood oozing from her foot, making its way onto the floor.
The storm howled a loud warning, making Lena jump 5ft in the air. She absently grabbed onto my arm. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as the butterflies flew wildly around my stomach.
"Sorry," She mumbled, embarrassed, but unwilling to let go of my arm. "The dark kind of…freaks me out."
It took me a few minutes to find my voice. "Th-that's okay," I began, swallowing the large lump that formed in my throat. "Can you walk?"
She nodded. Her hand slowly left my arm, leaving a tingly feeling where her hand touched. "I think…I should get dressed."
"Okay," I breathed and turned to go downstairs. Her hand was back on my arm in an instant.
I could see her soft face shift in reluctance as she struggled with what she wanted to say. "Okay, here's the deal. I've had this fear of the dark since as far as I can remember," She admitted shamefully.
"So what do you want me to do?" I asked, confused, keeping my eyes strictly on her face and not the half-naked part below.
"Can you just," She was struggling again. "Keep me company?"
It was a good thing she couldn't see the color rush to my face, or the trembling of my hands in the dark. I gulped harder and nodded.
"Okay," She sighed in relief. Her hand made its way slowly down my arm and intertwined with my large hand. Our hands fit perfectly together, like two pieces of a puzzle. "Your hand…it's so hot!"
I shrugged nonchalantly, unable to think up of a good explanation at the moment. I was grateful that she didn't feel the need to pry any further. She led me to her room and then carefully dropped my hand. My hand felt oddly incomplete without the warmth of her hand nurturing it. I let the little disappointment in me subside.
Lena walked cautiously toward a drawer. Her large amount of paranoia made me chuckle. She lit a couple of candles, emitting the room with a low glow of light. She then carefully turned back to me, biting her bottom lip.
"Turn around," She ordered, and then added a sweet, "Please?" at the end.
I did as I was told and faced the wall. I heard the towel drop and quickly froze in place, my thoughts traveling at 100mph.
"You okay back there?" She asked nervously. "You're breathing kind of hard."
"F-fine," I answered as calmly as I could. Each second passing by seemed endless. I began counting to 100…then 200…300…
"Okay, I'm done," She said softly. It took me a while to find the strength in my feet, but I finally turned around. She was in a simple boxer short and sweater—still, it was enough to take my breath away.
"Y-you look nice," I said lamely. She laughed.
We both scrounged around her huge bedroom for more candles and came up lucky with three more. We brought them all downstairs and set them on the kitchen where we both sat, leaving an abnormally large gap between us. The atmosphere set off a romantic aroma, but the situation was anything but.
I glanced around the room awkwardly, desperately trying to lessen the uncomfortable environment. My eyes stumbled upon the bright, heart shaped candles, providing our only light. Those may be a safe topic. "Nice candles," I commented.
Her eyes flickered over toward the candles, expression blank. "Thanks…Andy gave them to me."
"Oh…" I said. She suddenly got up from her chair and moved swiftly toward the kitchen cabinets, pulling out a jar of Nutella. She returned to her seat, scooting a bit closer to me, and handed me a spoon. I took it cautiously and watched as she scooped out a large spoonful of peanut butter and chocolate goodness onto her spoon, and placed it in her mouth.
"It's good," She assured me. That was all the convincing I needed before my own spoon found its way into the tiny jar. Nutella had never tasted so good before—but I think it had little to do with the actual product, and more of my beautiful company. The ice had broken over a jar of Nutella. The conversations flowed freely from our mouths, as easy as breathing.
"So does your mom frequently leave you alone at the house with strange men working on your garden?"
Lena laughed, the sound sent chills down my spine, creating a smile on my lips. "Please," She scoffed, waving her spoon in the air. "I could run around the house naked, and on fire for that matter, and she still wouldn't even notice."
"Is that why you're not at the Bonfire?" I asked, scooping myself another spoonful of Nutella. "I mean, isn't Andy throwing it?"
She quirked an eyebrow and thought for a moment. "I doubt they're still at the bonfire. They're probably at Andy's getting drunk off their asses right now, as usual."
"You…don't like getting drunk?" I inquired, trying to read through her carefully masked expression.
She smirked. "It's not that…I just don't like Andy when he's drunk. He's so—" She never finished. She instead rolled her eyes and dug her spoon fiercely into the Nutella. "I don't even know why I'm explaining this to you."
Ouch. She saw the resented expression on my face and hesitated for a moment.
"I didn't mean it like that, I just meant…that I don't really know you. Please don't be mad."
Too late. My arms folded tightly across my chest. "But you knew me enough to beg me to keep you company during the black out?"
She was surprised by the acid that leaked in my voice. "I did not beg you to do anything!"
"Right," I scowled. "Why isn't Prince Andy here to save you? It seems more fitting seeing as you're a total princess!" I laughed bitterly as awareness dawned on me. "And I'm the lowly servant…great."
"What?" She gasped. "What is it with you and this grudge against Andy? What has he ever done to you!" She was up in my face, staring at me with accusing eyes.
I got up as well, easily towering over her small frame. "Why don't you try asking yourself that same question? We both know why you didn't go to that bonfire today—you're hiding from the truth!"
Angry tears formed in her sharp green eyes. "Why do you care so much!" She bellowed, standing firm under my fierce gaze.
We glared at each other like that for a few endless seconds. Her eyes were searching mine, luring me in. Her soft uneven breaths paralleled my own. She was so close…I caved. Before I knew it, my lips crashed down on hers.
My heart exploded with emotion as her lips responded willingly over mine. I could feel the blood rush from my head, making me slightly dizzy. The softness of her lip, the warmth of her kiss, was better than anything I have ever experienced in my chaotic life. Her smooth hands made its way up to my hair, as mine wound around her waist protectively.
"Lena, Honey? We're home!" Mrs. Sullivan called from outside.
We both froze in mid-embrace. Her hands quickly unlatched itself from my hair, as mine reluctantly slithered away from her waist. She cupped her face with both of her hands, ashamed.
"We shouldn't have done that…" She said quietly.
Blow number two. This one was much worse.
I pulled myself away from her. My body protested as the cold quickly moved in, filling the void that was once warm with her touch. My breath retreated to a more even pace.
"I should go," I whispered in the dark, unable to read her expression.
"Oh, dear!" Mrs. Sullivan gasped, as she entered the house. "If I knew there was a blackout, I would have stayed out later! I know how much you love sulking in the dark."
Lena's silent groan was the last thing I heard before I rushed out the door, into the open realm of fresh air where I could be free with my thoughts. The angry rain matched my emotions, as I embraced it with open arms.
"Paul! Wait!" I heard her cry. My feet continued to move forward reluctantly in a quicker pace.
"Paul! Please!" She whined. I turned my head slightly to see her coming after me, rain glistening down her pained face.
I bit down hard on my lower lip and allowed myself one last glance at her before running toward the shelter of the forest, exploding into a mass of fur.