A/N: OH MY GOD! I AM SO SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU GUYS! But I never left... not really...
;D gahh! Y'all know me :P Well, this is... part one of the epilogue.
I know, It shouldn't be part one! But if I don't have time to finish it quickly then at least you have a sort-of ending... ish?
Anyways, review my darlings, I will type up the absolute ending asap!
Don't look at me like that! I'VE ALREADY STARTED IT, OKAY?
Rock the Rain: We-ell, do you forgive me again? O.o pretty please! I'll try to get the absolute ending up before christmas! Really really!
Bama-born-an-raised: Thank you so much for one of the sweetest reviews EVER! Dude, it was awesome! :D
RachelLovesBacon: I know! It's so hard to find THE perfect ending, isn't it? Eugh, I'm dying to think of something that will make this story perfect!
Liv it up 124: WHOOP! YEAHH BOY! PFC FOR LIFEEE! :D
CutiePieQueen: I HAVE CONVERTED YOU TO THE DARK SIDE! YEAAH! Damn, girl, but we have cookies... and Paul ;) omnomnomnom! SORRY FOR TORTURING YOU! :(
Blahblahblaaah: THERE IS! ...well, half of one... but STILL! The second half IS coming!
Demon4life2011: yeah... and I need to remember to update more... :/ But it must come to an end! So we can have that last sentence 'awwww' moment, when my fingers have repeat strain injury and y'all get soo emotional over Paul getting Suze etc! See! IT MUST! :(
Anonymous: I HAVE! :D
Cabotlove: I get what you're saying, but I really think that Suze and Paul were a fantastic match! Jesse's personality was just a bit wooly for me, if you get what I'm saying...? But you stick to Jesse if you think he was the better man... grrr, I WILL CONVERT YOU DEVIL CHILD! ;D
I was standing in my room regarding myself in the mirror critically. I had spent hours perfecting this look and now there just seemed to be something missing.
Urgh, I really wasn't in the mood for visitors right now. There was a serious fashion dilemma here and I didn't know the solution!
God, some people have no respect.
'Simon, if you don't hurry up right now I'm going to break down this door and drag you downstairs no matter what state you're in.'
I didn't reply, I don't think it justified a response.
'I'm busy.' I called back.
Hmmm, maybe a ring?
I tried one on, but the white gold band didn't fit with my red dress. Such a pity…
'I'm serious, Simon!'
When I failed to open the door for a fourth time, I heard a click and my door sprung open.
'PAUL! HOW'D YOU GET INTO MY ROOM?'
Paul stood there looking gorgeous in Armani, leaning against the wall smirking at me.
'I nicked the spare key,' he waved it in front of me. 'CeeCee warned me yesterday you take forever to get ready for stuff like this.'
Oh my God.
Five days is all it took for CeeCee Webb to turn against me with my almost-boyfriend.
I'm going to kill her.
He definitely saw my murderous look because he smirked and stepped forward.
'You look stunning.'
I smiled but turned my attention back to the mirror.
Something was missing…
'So what extraordinary phenomenon has taken place that means that Suze Simon takes three hours to get ready for a dance that isn't even the prom?'
I smirked, he had been really been pissed off when I had ended a particularly heated make out session to go and get ready with CeeCee.
Then I remembered the drastic situation at hand and stopped to examine my reflection again, my forehead creasing slightly as I concentrated.
'Don't call me Susie.' I warned automatically.
Paul just laughed, 'So what's wrong?'
I sighed and bit my lip. 'Something is missing from this outfit and I just don't know what it is. You don't know, do you?' I turned hopefully to Paul.
His eyes roved over me hungrily before he met my slit eyes.
'I'm glad you asked Ms Simon, as I luckily know the solution to your problems.' Coming closer to me he slid his arms around my waist from behind and kissed the back of my neck. 'Close your eyes.' He murmured against my skin.
I rolled my eyes, but did so all the same, shutting my eyes against the reflection of us in the mirror.
His arms retracted away from my waist, but I could still feel him right behind me. A moment later I felt something fall around my neck, after pulling my hair back into place Paul kissed my neck again.
'Open them.' He whispered.
Gently and cautiously I opened my eyes.
Oh my God.
It was the most beautiful gold necklace set with a diamond suspended from two streaks of gold. It was perfect!
I turned around, 'How did you know?'
'Because I'm amazing.' He replied.
After seeing my raised eyebrows he laughed, 'Ok, so I didn't know how well it was going to go! So sue me! I had every intention of making you wear it anyway.'
Laughing, I grabbed my evening bag before kissing him gently on the lips. 'Thank you.'
'Anytime. But now you're satisfied, can we go and get this over with?'
Shaking my head I let him lead me out of the door, quickly pausing to lock it, I was pulled into the lift.
'God,' I laughed, 'what has got into you?'
Pinning my arms against the wall of the lift, he kissed me with such force I felt like I was practically sinking through the wall. One of his hands found the slit in my dress and slid under the fabric, up my thigh.
In need of oxygen however and slightly concerned about the lift doors opening in front of our class any second, I pulled away. Or tried to, as he just started kissing my neck.
'Paul!' I groaned as I struggled, trying to ignore the intense pleasure he was subjecting me to.
'What?' He sounded exasperated, but slightly amused none the less.
'Come on, let me go! The doors will be opening any minute!'
'I don't mind.' His lips roved the bottom of my neck…
Trying to ignore the feeling that was thundering through my veins, I attempted to muster up the feeling that had been my main objection to Paul in the first place.
The feeling that he only wanted me for my body… That he only wanted me because I had said no… That he only wanted me to hurt Jesse…
'Get off of me, Slater. Now.'
Oooh boy, he knew I was serious then, the harsh tone of my voice made him pull back; his hands left their places on my body and he just stood in front of me. Breathing heavily.
'What?' He was impatient now, his glare only matched by my own.
'Isn't it obvious?'
'Jesus Christ, Simon! What is with you?'
'What is with ME? What is with YOU? I asked you to stop several times and you just carried on!'
'Well sue me, I'm sorry for trying to make up for the lost time we had earlier where you ran off to get dressed. Bloody hell! I've waited so long for you, Suze, and now I have to wait around until you feel like it? I've been doing that for months!'
'Well maybe you should have given up! Given up and left me to be happy!' I growled at him. 'I was happy with Jesse.'
Ok, I know that was a low blow. I know everyone assumed that we would stop fighting now, but the fact was that even though we were practically going out (he hasn't actually asked me yet) that we still argued.
The fighting was part of who we were, between me and Paul that would never change. It couldn't.
Well, whatever the reason was for the lowest blow I could have ever pulled on him, I was suddenly slammed against the wall again. Hard.
His lips met mine in smouldering anger and he kissed me so violently, so passionately that I forgot where I was.
My sole aim was to kiss him back with the same ferocity that he was unleashing on me.
He was the one to break it off first, to pull my hands away from undoing the buttons on his shirt the whole way… Oops.
'Wow…' I breathed, hastily checking my reflection in the doors.
Smirking, he ran a hand through his hair.
'Are you finished now, Ms Simon?' He asked as the doors slid open.
'Are you?' I asked, still struggling for breath.
He laughed and put his arm around my waist to lead me out.
'No, not quite, Simon. But I'll have to wait, but just imagine what I'm going to do with you after the dance…'
My face turned bright red and Paul, noticing how I suddenly resembled a tomato, laughed.
'I wouldn't get your hopes up; I think I'll be so tired I'll go straight to bed afterwards.' I replied coolly.
'Only as long as I can join you…'
'Feel free, if you want to be castrated, otherwise I'd suggest you steer clear of my room.'
Now I know what you're thinking, that an almost-boyfriend of five days is a bit iffy to be having this kind of convocation with. And to answer your unspoken question, no we haven't.
God, that's Kelly's territory, not mine.
Paul was just the kind of guy to tell these kinds of jokes. Dry, sarcastic innuendoes that usually involve me and him… Even if he meant something by it, he knows that I won't be as easy as all the other girls he's had.
He said he was going to wait for me, and I have the full intention of making him fulfil that promise both on the emotional and the physical side.
'Yes, Kelly?' Paul called over his shoulder.
Kelly was looking stunning.
Her pale pink dress sculptured her figure perfectly and as she turned we could see the way the fabric gave way to the backless dress to form an almost Grecian elegance.
Carefully ignoring me, she simpered 'Oh, Paulie, I have THE worst dilemma ever! Like I decided to go with Luke, but I somehow have a dance free! I have no idea how that happened, but now I like totally need someone to dance with on the forth dance!'
I kinda felt sorry for her, I mean, I totally knew she was trying to pull moves on Paul but she just looked so pathetic. As bad as it sounds however, I fought the urge to laugh.
'Oh no, Kelly! We'll have to sort that out!' Paul was being far more dramatic than was required, but I chose to step back as it wasn't my fight.
This was between Paul and Kelly, it'd never been about me.
Kelly nodded, her eyes widening as she looked up at Paul.
'Can't Kelly, I think I'll probably be occupied the whole night.' He said, winking at me.