Chapter 4
Simon’s POV

Cat calls and whistles rang through the room. Paparazzi’s cameras flashed and Paula pulled away. Questions were thrown at us from the logical type (“When did you two start dating?”) to the completely crazy type (“Will you be having children?”).

Paula broke through the swarm and ran for the exit. I attempted to follow, but they just wouldn’t let me through.

“Everybody calm down!” Nicole slurred. She was drunk off her ass, but she still managed to save the day by causing a hush over the crowd. “Move out of his way!” Like magic, the paparazzi made a clear path to the exit.

“Thank you,” I called over my shoulder as I power walked to the exit, just in time to see the only working elevator’s door shut. “Shit!” I went for the only other way. The stairs.

I walked up the stairs to the balcony of her room. I looked into the French doors, and I saw her lying on her bed, sobbing. “Pawla!” she got up and shut the curtains in my face.

“What do you want Simon?” she asked through the thick fabric of the curtain.

“I would like to know why the love of my life is sobbing her eyes out.”

She fumbled with the drawstring and opened the door. “You… you love me?” She looked genuinely shocked.

“Pawla…. of coarse I love you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I owe Nicole fifty bucks.”

We crumbled into a fit of giggles. She leaned on me for support so she wouldn’t fall down. Paula looked up at me. “I love you,” she whispered as she leaned in for a kiss.

“I love you too.”

We walked back into the ball room hand in hand. We were immediately surrounded by flashing cameras. Nicole was in the bathroom (doing God knows what), so she wasn’t there to work her magic on the paparazzi. “Let’s just go back to my room,” Paula suggested, and I followed her out of the room and to the elevator.

Chapter 5
Paula’s POV

“Paula! Wake up! We just landed!” I woke up to Nicole shaking me to death. It was all just a dream. An amazing dream.

I got up and collected my things, in a daze. “What’s wrong with you?” Nicole asked.

“Um… I had a really weird dream,” I responded, hoping that she wouldn’t ask what it was about.

“What was it about?” The dreaded question.

“Um uh n-nothing…” I stuttered, reminding me of my dream once again.

“Come ON Paula! Was it about Sim-“

“NO! Ew that’s disgusting!” I defended.

“Whatever you say….” she retorted, stepping on to the ramp.

“Where’s Simon?” I asked.

“Thinking of him, eh? He’s already at the hotel. I told him that he could go. And I have some bad news.”

“Oh god… what?”

“Ok two things. LA got off in Chicago… he had to go home.”

“And the second thing?”

“Um…. they only booked us two rooms.”

“So? I’ll stay with you.”

“They already reserved the rooms….”

“Oh. Wait. Oh my GOD.”

“Sorry,” she shrugged.

I was going to have to share a hotel room with Simon for a week. This was not good.

“Simon?” I called, walking in to the top floor room. I found him staring at the bed. The ONLY bed. “Um…. where’s the other bed?” I asked.

“There’s only one Pawla.”

I just could not win. First sharing a room, and now a bed? Sure, we had shared a bed before, but that was for reasons other than sleeping.

“Ok… we can just put this blanket in the middle, like a wall!” I propped the blanket in the middle of the bed, making a wall.

He pulled off his pants so he was standing in only his boxers and a white, as usual, T-shirt. Flopping into the bed, he looked at me expectantly. “Well? Aren’t you coming to bed?” he asked.

“Hold on,” I walked into the bathroom and threw on a tank top and some shorts.

I walked back into the room and realized that Simon was already sleeping. Turning off the light, I got into bed. Immediately after I closed my eyes, I felt a familiar feeling on my side. Simon had rolled over the makeshift barricade and put his arm over me. ‘Force of habit?’ I wondered as I fell asleep.

*dies of Fangirlitis*

lkfxuezhu:

watched Titanic 3D today, it reminds me of this interview.

I’m just… speechless.

Omg lol poor Terri xD

iwilltry2fixyou:

When i heard Paula was going to be on it: 

When The Season Started:

When the season ended:

when i found out Steve wasn’t coming back:

When i found out Nicole wasn’t coming back:

When i found out Paula wasn’t coming back:

And then I was all like FUCK YOU FOX!

I apologize in advance for insulting Justin Beiber.
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Chapter 3
Paula’s POV

“We have reached Honolulu! Please enjoy your stay!” the peppy flight attendant said. We got off of the plane and headed directly for the hotel.

“We’re going to that party thingy! Get ready!” Nicole said cheerfully after following me into my room. She promptly started going through my bags in search of a dress. “Oooh how about this one?” she asked, holding up a red mini dress.

“Sure,” I replied while grabbing the dress. “Now go get ready.”

Nicole and I walked into the ball room of the hotel fashionably late. She immediately went for the bar, abandoning me. I spotted Simon sitting at a table by himself. “Where’s LA?” I asked as I approached him.

“He had to go. Something to do with some kid. Jocelynn Peters I think.”

I chuckled. “Justin Beiber, Simon. Justin, not Jocelynn.”

“What’s the difference? He looks like a girl,” he said matter of factly.

“Ha! That’s not very nice…” I trailed off, suddenly realizing that we were having a conversation. An ACTUAL conversation. Sure, he was insulting someone, but we were getting somewhere.

“Do you want anything to drink?” he asked, heading to the bar.

“Ummm… water please,” I responded.

Five minutes later he was back, with my water and his armoretto sour. “Here you go,” he said, handing me my drink.

“Thanks Simon.”

Three hours later, we were sitting in the same spots.

I ain’t usually lost for words…

“I love this song…” I said looking down at my lap.

This has got to be a first…

Simon lifted himself from his chair. “Come on Pawla,” he gestured towards the middle of the dance floor.

“You don’t dance.”

“Yes I do. Get up.”

And I’m trying to figure out why I’m stu stu stu stuttering

Something funny’s happening
I’m at a place I’ve never been
And there’s got to be a reason why I’m stu stu stu stuttering

Every time you look my way
Something in me feels so strange
And I’m starting to think that you are
why I’m stu stu stuttering

I said hel hel hel, hello
And my my my my my my my my my name is…

“PAULA!” yelled a now drunk Nicole. I rolled my eyes and rested my head on Simon’s chest.

And it’s so frustrating
Cause I don’t want to yet you down
My mind is racing
But it won’t come out…

Simon placed his chin on top of my head and I moved my body closer to his.

I can’t believe that I can’t talk
But it’s not my fault
Cause there’s something that you do
That’s got me stu stu stu stuttering

There’s so much that I want to say
But somethings getting in my way
I’ve got to figure out why
I’m stu stu stuttering

I said hel hel hel, hello
And my my my my my my my my my my name is…

“Simon,” he muttered.

And it’s so frustrating
Cause I don’t want to let you down
My mind is racing
But it won’t come out

Try to breathe but I’m suffocating
Just be me but it’s complicated
I want to tell you who I am, where I’m from, where I go when I want to be alone

I want you to know me better
Once I get my thoughts together
It should be easy to tell you how I’m feeling
But I can’t stop stuttering

Stuttering, stuttering
Stu- doo doo doo doo doo
Stuttering

I ain’t usually lost for words
This has got to be a first
And I’m starting to think that you are why I’m stu stu stuttering

The song ended, and I looked up at Simon. “Sim-“

He kissed me.

All that perfect in one body. Can’t ya share Paula?

Chapter 2
Nicole’s POV

“C’mon Pauls!” I yelled down the airplane ramp to her. She was surrounded by at least six bags, looking up at the plane like it was going to eat her. “Paula! We’re going to leave without you!” I walked into the plane, followed by her. LA and Simon were already in there, fighting. It figured. They were always fighting about one thing or the other.

“But LA, she’s- oh. Hello Nicole,” he glared at Paula and crossed his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes, turning to see Paula, who had wandered off into the bathroom. I followed her.

“P? Sweetie, are you ok?” No answer. “Paula? C’mon open up.” Nothing. I turned the door handle. Locked. “Simon?!?!”

“What?” he asked, walking over to me. I gestured towards the door. He looked at me with a confused expression. I reached for the handle and turned it again. He shrugged. “What do you want ME to do?” he asked.

“Don’t you have, like, a key or something?” I asked.

“Yes. I do have, like, a key or something,” he mocked, reaching for the ledge above the door and handing me a silver key.

After he walked away, I put the key in the hole and turned it. “Paula?” she was sitting on the toilet with her head in her hands, sobbing quietly. “Paula? What’s wrong?”

“Nicole, what do you think is wrong? I haven’t seen him in almost a year and he.. he never…”

“I knew it!” I grinned, confusing her.

“What?”

“You’re in love with him.”

“Excuse me? What are you talking about?”

“You love Simon.”

“Of coarse I love him! We’re best friends!”

“No. As MORE than friends. Have you seen him look at you? And you look at him the exact same way. Paula-“

“I don’t want to hear it Little Miss Fangirl,” she said glaring at me.

I pulled out my phone, Googled ‘Saula’, and clicked images. “Look.”
She scrolled through 20 pages pictures with an absent smile on her face. “See?”

“Yeah. Fine. He looks at me like I’m an adorable little puppy. What’s the big deal?” she asked.

“You guys are in love!”

“Nicole, I-“

“Attention, this is your pilot speaking. We’re about to take off. Please remain in the main cabin until we reach the desired altitude. Enjoy your flight!”

We exited the bathroom, and Paula reluctantly sat next to Simon. This was going to be a long trip.

justcolor:

Coincidence?!

Hahaha one of my all time favorite Disney moments