Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Paul for that matter. If I would, you think I really would be wasting my time here? hehehe!

A/N: I know, another Twilight story. First of all I like to apologize for deleting my Jared/Kim story Beautiful Disaster. I just lost interest and the past couple of months I'm losing interest in writing and all my other occupations for that matter, but I suppose that's the end of that! But behold my new story! I got inspired by all those wonderful Paul/Oc stories. And I of course saw Twilight, and for the people who haven't seen it, I won't spoil it, but I'll say this. It is just awesome! Go watch it! Anyway, if you like to talk about Twilight, just send me a message! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it! Anyway, enough of yapping! Behold Oh Jules.

Hugs to my beta WolfGirl-Addie 3

Need More Colour, Need More Change

With a fluent motion I brushed a thin layer of paint on the thick canvas. Another brush stroke, but of pale blue this time. And another feather light stroke, slightly covering the pale blue, and giving it a greenish kind of glow. Almost there, I thought. As I carefully dipped the point of the paintbrush in the paint on the pallet and applied it on the paper I realised that I was getting there. Slowly, yes, but at least I was getting there. In the past couple of months all of my work was dreadful. Not up to my usual standard and it was making me stress out. At first I thought it was just like a writers block, but with art. But when I just wouldn't get out of my rut I realised that maybe it is more. Maybe I've used all my inspiration and that I'm lacking a muse right now. But how am I going to find a muse when I never needed one?

Sighing I put the paintbrush away and sat down on my knees in front of it. It was alright. Maybe a bit too bright, but it's bearable. Yet still, it was missing something. And that something was something different. It was the same. It was comparable to my paintings of last week, or last month. Or even last year. It was simply the same. I need something else, something new, something to make it different. But that was easier said that done.

I decided to leave it to this and started cleaning up my mess. Right now I'm pretty sure Miss Gates wouldn't appreciate the mess I've left behind in the art classroom. After all, I was still in school. I quickly washed the paint off my hands and grabbed my bags leaving the classroom, descending the stairs, and heading towards the cafeteria. Where my loyal friends: Kim Sudol and Summer Lott would be waiting.

"Julie." Kim exclaimed. She was currently sitting in her boyfriend Jared Deloria's lap and the way Jared looked at Kim made me envious. Who would ever think that Jared Deloria would fall for Kim Sudol? No one, even though I knew that one day Jared would have to notice Kim, I mean. How can you not notice a girl who has been sitting next to you for two years? Well apparently you can, Jared just proved us wrong, but once he set his eyes on her, his eyes stayed there. So I suppose that makes it up for the not noticing.

I plopped down next to Summer. "Jules," She acknowledges and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her distant manner of greeting. But that is just Summer. Distant, but you get used to it. Her dark hair was hanging loosely on her shoulders and her gorgeous green eyes were fixated on her plate as she practically stabbed her fork in her salad. Someone got out of the wrong side of the bed. Or in her case: with the wrong person.

"You got something right here." Jared suddenly said, pointing his index finger on his cheek. I raised my hand to mine and I realized that there was a smudge of blue on it. Great, so I've been walking through the whole school with paint all over my face.

"Ugh! Great!" I moaned. I was about to get up but my stomach protested.

"I think I'll eat first." I said, slightly embarrassed.

"Good idea." Kim said, preoccupied with Jared, like always. Sometimes I wished I had a guy like Jared. He was handsome, nice, smart, strong and just utterly adorable. But of course: Those kinds of guys are either taken or hidden somewhere where you can't see them. In my case, I'm just surrounded with morons. I carefully decorated my salad in an artistic way as I delayed my walk to the table. I really wasn't in the mood for sappiness and Summer's gloom presence. She was making me feel bad, which I really didn't need right now.

"Decorate much?" In shock I almost dropped the bowl that was in my hands. I looked up and saw Seth Clearwater with a big grin on his face. I than realized he was almost a head taller than me.

"Seth? Dude, how did you grow so much?" I looked up and Seth's grin just grew. I felt slightly intimidated with his presence and him practically towering over me.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Ah well, maybe you're just short Jules." He gave me slight nudge in my ribs and I recoiled slightly but not enough as I punched his arm. Ouch! That hurt. As we both walked back to the table. I flexed my hand secretly. Hoping it wasn't bruised or anything. I needed that hand to paint.

"Hey guys, look who I found." I said cheery as Seth sat down next to Summer. I sat down next to Seth to hear Summer grunt something incoherently to Seth. Seth rolled his eyes and got comfortable throwing his arm around Summer. I couldn't help but laugh when Summer slapped his arm away.

"Seth!" She practically growled at him. I started to laugh when I saw Seth recoil. Putting his hand in the air as if surrendering him self. This of course was all done in good fun and in Seth's case, he was mocking Summer. Like always.

"Dick." She snapped and grabbed her stuff before leaving the table and the cafeteria.

"Seth." I said exasperated. This always happened. During class Kim and I didn't have to suffer through Seth and Summer biting each other's heads off. I think Seth likes Summer, and the feeling is mutual, but she just doesn't realize it.

"What? It's not my fault; it's easy to push her buttons." Seth grinned and took a piece of cucumber and popped it into his mouth, chewing quite animatedly.

"Whatever, I'll go find her." I got up and walked out of the cafeteria. Summer was only one year older than Seth, because she skipped a grade. That's why she is a senior and Seth a sophomore. If Seth and Summer end up together, which I strongly support, I hope Seth will be able to contain his tongue. He is sweet and all, but he got the strong urge to say what he thinks. No matter if it is negative or positive. It has to get out.

As I ascended stairs and ran blindly through the hallway I didn't see the door on my left and I slammed blindly into it, hitting my head in the process. The last thing I remember?

"Jules? Shit! Love, you alright?"

Things turned black right there and oblivion pulled me under like a heavy blanket. It was the only thing I could hold on to. A suffocating blackness was closing me in from every side.

"Jules? Julie, come on!"

"Is that Julie? Paul what did you do?"

The voices automatically were turned down a few notches. It was like tuning out an old radio. At least I know the catalyst behind my current condition.

Paul Matson.

A/N: So, worth continiuing? I truly hope so! Anyway, let me know. Don't hesitate to leave me review! I love to hear from you guys!