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My Target Mind	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 3899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(Seton's POV)
I swam frantically to my home.
Dad was going to kill me. There was no debating it this time he was really going to do it.
I am over four hours late for patrol. Dad said if I was late by even one hour he would have my head on a platter.
Despite the fact that I was contemplating my death, I couldn't help but smile at the reason why I was late.
(Flashback)
After those guys left, Paul absolutely refused to let me leave his side under any circumstances (which I didn't have any problems with). He even dragged me to his house when it got to late outside.
I was thankful I looked somewhat presentable in the new white shirt and shorts I found on the beach. The previous set of shorts I was wearing wore out really fast.
When we got to his house we immediately found this guy, I assume was Paul's father, unconscious with several metal cans around him. I believe I heard Paul mumble something like "just as I thought he'd be," but I wasn't sure. Paul quickly rushed us pasted him and up the stairs.
I was a little disappointed Paul didn't give me a tour of his house but I guess it's understandable. He doesn't know I've never been inside a house before.
Paul led me to his room, which was the last one in the hall. On his door was a real STOP sign tapped on it. Looking down I saw that he written, "And go to hell," under STOP.
What can you say to that? I just raised an eyebrow at him.
He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at me sheepishly. "What, I like my privacy."
He opened the door. "I warn ya it's a little messy," he smiled at me apologetically as he turned on the light. Looking around I saw something in every part of the room. Shirts, books, jackets, and much more were scattered all over the place.
I don't mind Paul I said in my mind, but just nodded to him.
Walking over to a pile on Paul's desk, I picked the first thing on the pile. It was a small rectangular pack with a picture of someone's eye on it.
The Grudge? What is The Grudge? I looked to Paul inquisitively and gestured to this thing in my hand.
He looked over my shoulder and gazed at it.
"You never heard of this movie before," he asked me giving me a strange look. He's acting like I should know what this movie is.
Movie? Oh, my brothers told me about how they snuck into buildings called theaters to see movies. I myself never saw one though.
I shook my head at him.
He took this thing out of my hands, opened it up, to reveal some kind of disc inside of it. How is this going to play a movie?
"It's pretty good," he gave me a small smile. "I'll watch it with you some time."
He wants to show me my first movie? I smiled at him happily. As always, his smiled increased with my smile.
Suddenly I let out a big yawn. I must be more tired than I thought.
Almost urgently, he dropped the movie and turned off the light in the room.
"Let's go to sleep," the tone in his voice left no room for discussion.
As I lay down on the bed, I saw him strip himself until he was wearing nothing but his boxers. I was thankful that the dark was able to mask my blush.
In order to make sure I actually get some sleep, I turned on my side so I don't stare at Paul all night. As I felt Paul get into the bed I expected him lay as far away from me as possible, but he surprised me by doing the opposite. I could feel his mouth on my neck and his arm on my waist.
"I'm sorry about this," he breathed in my neck. I felt shivers go through my spine. "I just feel like I have to protect you, even in bed."
I could never have a problem being close to you Paul. I rubbed my hand on his in reassurance.
He gripped my waist tighter. "Seton, I want you to know I've never felt so strongly about a person the way I feel about you."
I hope he's saying what I think he is. I closed my eyes, hoping that he wants to be with me.
"Seton…I…"
[CRASH]
Paul was interrupted by some big crash downstairs. When I heard yelling I moved to sit up, only to be pulled back down again.
"Let's just go to sleep," he growled. I could feel the anger coming from him. I can stand it when he's upset like this. I doubt there was anything I could do at the moment to calm him.
I sighed and let myself relax.
A few minutes later, I managed to drift to sleep and have the most peacefully sleep I've ever had, with Paul holding me.
(End Flashback)
Seton…Seton! A voice in my mind pulled me out of my thoughts. It was my brother Becher, swimming to towards me in a panic.
I sighed. Hello brother, what brings you here? I smiled at him sweetly.
Don't you give me that look, he thought to me angrily. Everyone has been worried sick about you. Where have you been!
Oh boy, here he goes again.
Out of all of my four brothers why did he have to find me? As the eldest of us five, he acts like it's his duty to lecture any of us if we do something wrong. It doesn't help that I'm the youngest out of all of us and he's protective of me the most.
Don't go all mother hen on me Becher. It's not that big of a deal, I tried to reassure him. Of course this did the opposite of what I intended to do.
His face twisted in anger. Not that big of a deal? Not that big of a deal? His scowl suddenly turned into a smirk.
Fine, he threw his hand up in the water. If it's no big deal I'm sure you can explain it to father, by yourself, he told me menacingly.
He bowed to me. After you, the smirk never left his face.
Reluctantly, I swam over to our camp where I saw some of my younger cousins playing aimlessly playing with some fish. Feeling my presence, they seemed startled at me sudden appearance.
Look its cousin Seton.
He's in big trouble.
Uncle Kahewai's going to get him.
Its times like these that I'm glad I'm not younger and unable to mask my thoughts. This whole telepathy thing my people share with each other is great, but it gets annoying if mers know your private thoughts.
Son, my father projected to me hesitantly.
I sighed. I'm here dad.
Oh son. He came up in front of me and hugged me fiercely.
He pulled back and glared at me sternly. Where have you been I thought the Dark Ones got you.
They actually appeared this time? Lately we've been sensing an increase in their numbers, but none of them had shown up yet.
One of them showed up in the northwest, replied my brother. It was a small one, so we were able to fight it off easily.
He threw a glare at me. Back to the original question, where were you?
I glared back at him. You know I've been exploring the surface brother. I have a right to now that I'm sixteen you know.
Yes I know you have a right to, he snarled back at me. But that doesn't mean you can skimp out on your responsibilities down here. It is our duty to fight the Dark Ones as our ancestors have.
I looked down at my feet thoroughly scolded. It's not like I meant to be late, I just lost track of time.
Maybe he met someone, came someone's voice teasingly.
Stay out of this Kairav, replied my brother rudely to my fourth oldest brother. He swam from behind a rock pillar where he had been apparently listening to us.
Last time I checked I was a part of this family as well. He gave a smirked to a scowling Becher. He then turned to me with a mischievous look in his eye.
So little brother did you or did you not meet someone. All three of them stared at me expectantly.
This was not good. Seeing both my brothers and my father staring at me so intensely caused me to lose focus on my mind shield and flash them a picture a last night.
Ohhh, Kairav grinned at me.
Seton, cried out Becher outraged.
Son, said my father shocked.
Nothing happened I swear, I quickly told them. It was late and Paul didn't want me to go out by myself.
Paul, Becher spat out his name as if it was a disease. Who the hell is Paul?
He's just a friend, unfortunately. I wish he were more, but I'm not about to tell them that.
Becher snorted at me. Just make sure it stays that way.
Maybe it would be best if you stopped going to the surface world for a while, suggested my father.
I gazed at him in fear. But dad…
No buts son, he told me sternly. A couple of days away from the surface won't kill you. If I catch trying to go to the shore without my consent you'll be in hot water you hear me?
Yes sir, I mumbled dejectedly. With that my father swam back to camp. I could see the smug smirk on Becher's face and the almost remorseful look on Kairav's as they swam behind dad.
I sighed in frustration at the utter unfairness of the situation. Letting myself float down to the ocean floor, I gazed at the sun forlornly.
Oh Paul, I hope you forgive me.
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