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My Target Mind	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 3897 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(Paul's POV)
I grew two feet over night.
No I'm not joking I really did.
When I went to bed my head wasn't anywhere near the top of the door, but as I went to go to the bathroom this morning I felt my hair brush against the top of the door.
I know I was overdue for a growth spurt but I didn't expect this.
I shrugged it off as nothing and went down stairs to get some food. You know if you ignore the beating I got from my dad, this being suspended thing has sort of been a blessing in disguise. Now that he's at work I actually get to eat breakfast and lunch for a change. Sure mom tries to sneak me some lunch money, but it's risky because if he catches us it will be hell to pay for both of us.
I walked down to the dinner table and sat down.
"Here you go son," I heard my mom say. Looking down at my plate I saw bacon, eggs, grits, and pancakes. If you're thinking right now, "that's a lot of food," then you obviously never been hungry before. I looked up to thank my mom, in my own way of course, when I saw her face.
She had a huge bruise on the side of her face that shocked me into silence. Sure this isn't the first time I saw my mom bruised up before, but this probably the first time it looked this bad.
"What happened," I growled.
"Oh nothing, I just asked him to let up on you before he left for work and he got a little mad," she told me as if it was nothing.
She shrugged her shoulders. "It was my fault really I should learn to stop bringing up things I know will get him angry."
I growled again. I hate when I have to hear her say these things.
"God dammit mom why do you always do this," I snapped.
She sighed. "Paul, please don't start with me again."
"I'll stop when you actually listen to me! Why do you always place the blame on yourself when he knocks the hell out of you? He's your husband he can't do these things to you!"
"That's enough Paul," she told me sternly. "Your father is a good man he just needs to control his temper. He's getting better Paul."
I didn't say anything for a while. I just looked at her in disbelief because I cannot believe I am hearing this shit.
"He's getting better," I repeated looking at her like she's crazy (which she might be). Did you not look in the fucking mirror this morning and see what he did to you? You should have turned him in a long time ago!"
"And then what Paul," she snapped losing her temper. "What would we do next huh? I don't have a job, I don't a degree, and I don't have any real skills. How could I support us?"
I stood up and grabbed her by the shoulders. "We could both get jobs, we could go to a homeless shelter, we could go to the tribe's council, we have options mom."
I looked into her eyes pleadingly. "Please mom, the police will just brush me off if I come to them with bruises (due to my record of getting into fights), but if you go them they'll believe you."
She stared into my eyes intensely, thinking over what I just said.
She sighed, I felt my hopes go up, "I'm sorry Paul I just can't leave your father he needs me, he needs us."
Then I felt my hopes plummet to the ground. Why was so surprised it's not like this is the first time this has happened.
"Fine," I growled. I stomped my way to the front door.
"Paul what about your food," I heard her say to me.
"I'm not hungry anymore," I grumbled slamming the front door.
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I walked around the reserve aimlessly trying to get my mind off of everything. I just can't understand why she thinks she needs my dad. It's not like he's anything special.
I was forced out of my thoughts when a body ran into my mine forcing me to the ground.
Dammit I don't need this right now I thought to myself angrily. The person landed on top of me and wasn't showing any signs of getting up.
I growled. "Do you mind getting…," I stopped when the persons face lifted from my shoulder.
It was that blue eyed boy I usually see at the beach.
"It's you," I breathed. He gave me a sheepish smile as he stared directly into my eyes.
Wow. His eyes look even more beautiful up close. Wait what? I shook my head trying to get those thoughts out of my head.
He got up and grinned at me sheepishly. Getting up, I gave him a small smile.
"Hey I didn't catch you around beach the last two days," I thought about that for a moment, "not that I was looking for you or anything," I denied, trying to make it look like I didn't miss seeing him.
He just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me.
I thought came to mind "Say what's your name," I asked him but as soon as I did I face palmed. How can he tell me his name if he can't talk?
He giggled a little. Using one finger, he drew in the air some letters.
"S"
"E"
"T"
"O"
"N"
"Seton (1)," I said all together. "That's your name," he nodded. I never heard a name like that before.
"Well at least it's better than Paul," I stated. I always hated how plain my name was.
He raised an eyebrow at me in question.
Then it dawned on me. "Oh, I'm Paul."
"So, what were you doing out here," I gestured to the field we were currently in.
He drew a circle in the air and started to run in place.
I thought about it for a minute. "You were running around the field," I guessed.
He nodded his head enthusiastically and then dragged me to the center of the field. I'm doing my best to ignore the spark I feel when our hands touch, but I was failing miserably. What is going on?
When he let go of my hand he got into a racing position and looked up at me.
"You wanna race," I asked him.
He nodded.
I shrugged, why not?
"On the count of three," I got into position, "one, two, thr..."
He took off.
"Hey," I shouted and ran to catch up with him. Given how fast he was running, I was surprised how quickly I passed him. Sure I wasn't slowest runner in school, but I wasn't a track star either.
"Goal," I yelled as I reached our starting pointing.
A couple seconds later Seton finally caught up. Tired and out of breath he laid down on the grass and glared up at me.
"Don't look at me dude you're the one that got a head start," I smirked at him. Even though I wasn't tired at all I still laid down with him.
I found myself grinning, feeling so utterly happy. In all my life I've never forgotten my troubles as quickly as I do when I'm with Seton. Even something as simple as running with him can make all my troubles fly away.
I gazed at him as he had his eyes closed, looking like he was asleep. I've never been attracted to a guy before, but I think I might be falling for him. Maybe it's because of how at ease I am around him, maybe it's because of how good he looks, I don't know.
"Hey you wanna be friends," I asked him. Opening his eyes, he gave me a nod and a bright smile.
All I know is I want to be around him.
Even if we have to start out as friends first
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