Alone I'm Broken, But With You I'm Complete [ A Paul love and Imprint story]

Chapter 9 A True Smile, one I hadn't given, in a while.

"Oh hey it's great to finally meet yah, the three boys haven't stopped talking about yah coming home, I bet you can guess who" she said happily. She was a very pretty girl with brown curly hair. The curls were the kind that you could tell were curly, but not near enough to frizzy. Her blue eyes showed the vibe as well as her body movements, that she never really had the confidence to talk right away to someone you'd never met, but for some reason she had to me and actually tried to make a conversation with me.

"Really" I said the guilt coming back in waves trying to drown me.

"Oh yeah totally, even Paul can't stop talking about yah, since he met yah at the beach this morning" she said smiling like she knew something I didn't.

I didn't have time to respond as another pair of arms lifted me up unexpectedly and I squeaked. The guy laughed and put me down. "Well, well look at you Miss Rachel Black" A flirtatious voice I could never forget. Quill the third musketeer. I guess he was still the flirt he always was.

"Hey Quill good to see yah to mate" I said smiling.

"Rachel Black, why hadn't you come and see me" a demanding joking, but with a bit of serious voice said.

It was Leah. Whoa!

Leah looked different. She was way more built, than I last saw her. She had cut her hair short as well. The thing that stood out the most was her eyes. Her once chocolate-brown eyes filled with happiness and joy. Looked….well dead. They held no emotion. Even when she looked at me, I could tell she had changed just as much as I have. She pulled me into a hug and we both buried are face in each other hair. Both missing each other and Needing each other just as much. Because talking over the phone, just wasn't the same.

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I had met all of his friends or as they refer to themselves "the gang". With a though slip ups with a word begging with p. Strange how they kept interrupting each other when they were about to say it. They were quiet a lot of them, yet he still said that I would meet another bunch of the gang sooner than later.

People had already started to go home. It was getting pretty late around 12:00am and my eyes were starting to get droopy.

"Hey dad, I'm gunner head home" I say tiredly.

He looked up from talking to Sue. "Alright Rach do you want me to come with yah" he said his eye browns raised in concern.

"I'll be fine dad" I said not wanting to make a big deal and just go to bed.

"Rachel, I don't want you to walk home alone at night" he said starting to raise his voice. "You don't know what's out there"

"It's La Push dad" I said full of emphasize. " Nothing ever bad happens here in La Push, " I say adding it full of boredom.

"You never know what's out there, a specially at night" he said now going into authority voice, as he would on a serious council meeting.

"I can take care of myself, there were a load of creeps back at college" I said remembering a load of harassing guys .

"I'll walk her home" an eager voice said.

I hadn't notice Paul come in.

"Alright Paul," he said not to happy, but with a half-smile on his face. "But no funny business" he scold with a finger-pointing at us.

I laughed as if that was the most funniest thing in the world, and muttered along the lines of "yeah right, like that would ever happen".

We could hear the living room suddenly, burst out in laughter next door.

"Come on let's go" he says a bit stiffly as he grabs my jacket and holds the door open. I give ant Sue a hug, after I had poked my head around the door saying my goodbyes and walked out the front door.

"It wasn't so bad, was it" he said cheerfully. As we made our way down the street.

"I guess not" I said a small smile on my face.

He laughed shaking his head. After a though minutes he says "So we might as well get to know each other".

He put on a thoughtful expression and asked "So what's your favorite color?.

"Seriously, what's your favorite color? Most people who knows someone doesn't really know their favorite color."

"Well than, will be the though that do than" he said grinning at me.

I grinned back at him. "Purple always purple it always has been. You?" I said for once truly curious.

"Purple it's alright, but mine has gotter be Red" he said smirking down at me, as if mocking me in some way.

The little red house came in to view. He walked me up to the front door, his grin faltering a little.

"How about we finish this, on Thursday over dinner" he said nervously.

"As friends" I say awkwardly.

"Er no not as friends on a date" he said unsure.

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Thanks for reading. I'm sorry it took so long to update, I promise I'll update sooner next time. Also I'm sorry for any spelling or vocabulary mistakes. There is gunner be a lot more Paul and Rachel moments I can guarantee you that. Please, please review.