Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapters 97 + 98 The Investment/ Call It What You Want

"No. I really don't. She has a lot going on up here." Jonah taps the side of his head. "I don't think she will trust anyone for a long time."

I nod in agreement knowing it's true. Julia will always have trust issues, especially when it comes to doctors.

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*Trisha*

"Wow. Read this!" I hand Paul my phone for him to read the text messages Nate just sent me. We lay in my bed, and it is seriously the best part of my day right now. Yes, we allowed Evan back up who rolled his eyes with a laugh when he walked by my bedroom. He's childish. We are completely dressed.... well, now we are.

I fit perfectly under Paul's arm and it's like we never broke it off. I was so wrong before. SO wrong.

I watch Paul's brows furrow as he reads the messages- Nate explaining this whole Jeremy, Dr. Tremont plan.

"I just don't trust that doctor. I don't know how anyone can." I close my eyes and shake my head.

"They make my job so much harder than it needs to be." Paul mumbles to himself. He will never trust Jeremy. He saw firsthand the monster the guy was to Julia. That's not something someone forgets. I think that is why he's so partial to Julia and shit. Paulie's a caretaker and God- we all know Moretti needs someone to take care of her.

"You've got your work cut out for you hotpants. Living there full time and all." 

Paul hands me my phone and kisses the top of my head. "You got your work cut out for you dealing with Hollan on tour. It's no different other than I don't have to travel now."

"I thought you liked traveling around the world?" 

"Been there, done that. I'm ok with settling down a little. I'm not getting any younger Trish."

"Oh please- you were an old man when you were twelve. You were probably reading newspapers and drinking coffee at fourteen." I tease and snuggle up to my 'old man' a little more.

"You weren't saying I was an old man ten minutes ago." Paul retorts and I laugh. God, no. I certainly was not. "Anyway. It's not so bad. Especially with James there now. He makes a damn good bodyguard when he's not seizing."

Poor James. His life has not been easy. He would have for sure been an excellent bodyguard. He has what it takes. It's his medical condition that stops him from ever pursuing that for real. I think about that for a moment before Paul breaks our silence again.

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure." I intertwine our fingers together.

"What about us was so boring to you?" Paul asks and when I look up at the grumpy old man he frowns. He never thought we were boring. He liked what we were.

"Nothing was boring. I'm just not good with... this." I admit. "I freaked out."

"So what is preventing you from freaking out this time?" Paul needs to know if he's wasting his time. I get it. He's not a man of many words but when he speaks you pay attention.

"I don't want to miss out on something good because I'm an idiot."

"Trisha Banks, I believe you have finally grown up." He smirks at me and pulls my in for a kiss. A perfect kiss. I'm not messing this one up this time. 

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*James*

I had a feeling Julia would freak out when it was time for her sleep study. She is overthinking everything. I can't blame her though. Bad things have happened to her in the middle of the night. Things she can never forget.