Authors Note:

Hey, well here's next chapter. Don't forget to check out my new Story Love Hurts.

I was listening to Six Feet Under The Stars, by All Time Low. That's a great song

Sorry it took so long I just had writers block as well as being freakishly busy, sorry again.

Out of Control

Part 17

"Marry me," Paul says again like I'm stupid, which is just insane. Who says that to a 17 year old girl no one. I mean, where does he get these crazy ideas from, probably Jared, he's a bad influence.

"Are you insane?" I ask, staring at him.

I mean, really, is he? Can you picture it: "Hey Dad, this my boyfriend, who you didn't know about, who I am also now marrying, so who won the football? I don't think so, Paul is officially insane.

"There's nothing funny a wanting to marry you," Paul says smiling at me. Really Paul, is that how he's going play it, all sweet, does he not realize what he's saying?

"Paul you don't want to marry me," I say, just so he knows how obvious the problem is.

What 17 year old boy wants to get married, even one that has imprinted? Paul shakes his head like I am completely wrong, what does he know anyway.

"Samantha, I love you, and I know what I want."

"Paul, it would never work."

"What?"

"I mean, we only just got back together, and we're always fighting, and for god sake we're only 17!"

"So, we're meant to be, that doesn't mean it's always gonna be fun."

"Paul, everything is meant to be fun at 17."

"I love fighting with you Sam, I love doing anything with you."

"Paul, I love you too, but getting married? It's just, it's too soon."

"Sam, I wanna marry you in the long run, what's the difference?"

"The "difference" is, I'm not sure I'd be a good wife."

"Well, I am."

"Why!" I yell.

"Because, you're good at being with me!"

"Paul, not everything is that simple."

"No, Sam, something's are that simple."

"No there not, Paul, see look you propose to me and we're already fighting."

"That's because you won't just say yes."

"And, why should I?"

"Because, I'm your soul mate!"

"So…?"

"So, Sam I'm gonna marry you and I'd rather it be now than later."

"That is so unromantic."

"Life isn't always romantic Sam, but me here at 17 saying I love you and never want to leave you is as romantic as it gets."

"Paul, what if it doesn't work out?" I ask.

"It will."

"What if I'm like my mother and I just leave?"

"You won't."

"How do you know that, I don't wanna hurt you Paul, I don't want too hurt myself."

"Because, when I look at you I see something in your eyes."

"What?"

"I see me."

"Huh?"

"Your eyes are like this clear blue, they like reflect back at me and I see you, and my eyes are so dark brown you can see yourself in them, don't you get it? We're connected in millions of different ways, Sam, and some connections can't be broken. You don't have to marry me Sam, but I won't ask you again, because you either love me now or you don't, it's up to you Sam."

"Yes."

"What?"

"I said yes, I'll marry you," I say quietly.

Paul smiles so hard, I think his face might spilt in half, and then moves closer, and just as we're centimeters from each other, he whispers, "Was that so hard?"

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Paul was standing next to me, he looked nervous and rather annoyed. I'm not sure why either but he just did, maybe it was because of the fact I was clinging to him as hard as possible. Not that it would hurt him since he's so strong, but maybe it was annoying.

"Are you angry?" I ask, the question seems stupid and like something a child would ask, but I am generally interested.

"No, I had a bad day," Paul says with a sigh, and fiddles with his shirt. He hates wearing shirts. And to be honest I don't really like him in shirts either.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Nothing," Paul says gruffly.

'Paul, come on tell me."

"It's not a big deal," he mumbles.

"You know how it drives you crazy when I don't tell you something? It drives me crazy too."

"I just…Quil was being a dick."

"How?" I ask patiently.

"So, I tell him we're engaged, and his all, "Yeah, like you could commit Paul," it's like everyone thinks I can't handle this and it's the only thing I'm sure about."

"I know you can," I say kissing him sweetly. "I know you're the hottest guy I've ever seen, I know your smart too, and I know that you're perfect for me too," I say with a smile on my lips.

"And I know your stunning," Paul says with a grin.

"Now, let's go tell Kim and Jared," I say with a smile.

Paul nods his head in agreement. He grabs my hand, and opens the door. We walk right in like it's our home and I spot Kim in the living room, she smiles when she sees it's me.

"Hey," she says with a grin on her face. She always seems to be so happy now because of Jared and everything.

I smile at her and Jared waves at us while keeping one arm firmly around Kim, he smiles at both of us easily.

"What's up?" Kim prompts.

"We're engaged," I blurt out.

Kim looks at me in shock, and then removes herself from Jared and grips in a hug. Jared and Paul grin at each other and Jared says something that I don't hear while Kim hugs me tighter and I hug back as tight as I can cause something just feels right.

Maybe that's the point, falling in love isn't hard and having a happy ending isn't hard either, I just try and make it complicated. I finally pull away from Kim, and Paul instinctually wraps his arm around my waist; I notice Jared does the same to Kim and all I can do is smile, just smile.

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"Do you wanna have kids?" I blurt out.

It's late and I can't help but just ask it. I go pink as soon as I do, but the question has been going through my mind for a while. I started thinking about it when Kim had Wolfie but never had the guts to ask it.

"Now you mean?" Paul asks.

He's holding my hand and walking me home after a night of celebrating with Kim and Jared. Now all we have do is tell the parents, the thought just makes me feel sick and I push it to the back of my mind.

"Just in general?"

"I don't mind."

"That's not an answer."

"Yes, it is."

"Well, not a good one."

"But it's true, I don't really care. If it makes you happy, then yes, if it doesn't, then that's fine too."

"What did you want before me," I hedge.

"I didn't think about it."

"Really?"

"Just didn't," Paul says with a sigh and smiles at me anyway. "Do you want kids now?"

"No, not yet. When we're older, though, I want them," I admit.

"Then we'll have them."

"Pau, I don't want everything. I want to get what you want too."

"I know, and when I want something I'll tell you."

"Isn't there anything you want?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Like what?"

"I want to leave La Push."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sometimes, I wanna start fresh. I know I can't, but I'd like to."

"Why?"

"I dunno, I've always thought this town was shit boring. I was gonna leave as soon as I hit 18, now that can't happen, but maybe someday when I stop phasing it can."

"That's your dream?"

"No."

"I thought—"

"That's something I want."

"Then what's your dream?"

"To marry you, to have kids with you, and to always make you smile."

"Paul—"

"It's true Sam, you're my dreams," Paul admits."I'm sorry if that's boring ,it's just the way I am."

"It's not boring," I admit.

"Good."

"You're my dreams too, Paul," I say as we reach my house.

"I'm glad, now sleep tight," Paul says and kisses me before wondering home. I watch him go and sigh.

"There goes my happy ending," I say with a sigh, and smile the kind of smile only a girl in love can smile. I walk inside and grin at Jake who is lounging on the couch doing nothing at all.

"What are you so happy about?" he asks.

"I'm in love," I say dramatically.

"With who?"

"Paul."

"Paul Walker?"

"Um, yes," I say, wishing I didn't blurt out those words.

"Are you crazy?"

"No."

"That guy is a jerk."

"I thought we'd been through this?"

"We had, and I prayed it was a phase, and now you're saying you love him and shit."

"Well, I do."

"Does Dad know yet?"

"Well, no."

"Then maybe he should if you're in love with the idiot."

"He's not an idiot," I say, my temper flaring out.

"He's in a cult, doesn't make him look real smart."

"You don't understand anything!" I yell.

"Neither does Dad, but he's about to."

"No, don't do it."

"Too late," Jake says a grin.

"Dad, guess who Sam's in love with!" Jake screams.

"Shut up, Jake!" I beg

Dad walks out looking slightly tired and stares at the both of us. This wasn't meant to happen, not yet and I know Jacob thinks his protecting me, but in reality all he's doing is ruining me. I stare at him, not sure what to do.

"Sam's in love with Paul Walker."

Dad stares at me in shock and I close my eyes and wish I was anywhere but here.

Authors Note:

Wow another chapter, sorry it took so long!

Check out Love Hurts and review this story, and love Hurts of course.

Oh and also if your interested, I wrote a story on Fiction press so check that out too, and review please.

http://wwwdotfictionpressdotcom/s/2676435/1/Song_Girl (the dots are supposed to be periods but this sight won't allow it).

So, yeah, check them out.

-BC

PS

I just want too thank my amazing beta who is far too good too me thanks I am Switzerland101