Talaar was caught completely off guard. In an instant, a variety of sensations registered in his head. first and foremost was her scent. The perfume had worn off a while ago, leaving only a slight hint behind, the rest all smelled of her, of Paradise. Ironic. Then, there was the quick feel of her breath on his skin, setting the entire area on fire even as the brief contact of her skin on his during the short embrace sent every inch of his body tingling with electricity.

Stunned, the werewolf watched her go. He had hugged plenty of girls before, even kissed, but never had it felt like that. As Talaar drove to his friend's place to drop off his car, many different things went through Talaar's head, not all of them proper. he shook his head to clear his thoughts. He left the car behind, walking to his house which was only a few miles away. it would give him time to think.

          Paradise smirked as she walked back to her house. She didn't see her mom's car there, so she knew she could smile as much as she wanted with out her mom thinking it was Danny, that made her night. She sighed of relief as she walked inside. That night would probably be one of her favorite night's for a while. Of course, she did cry. But she cried in Talaar's arms. And she did feel slight incomfort and ditched a 'party'. But Talaar was right by her side either way. She smirked and walked right to her room.

            Yes. Paradise was very tired, but she chose to stay up anyways. Just to smile. She smiled as she walked up the stairs, she smiled when she went to the shower, she smiled when she got into her silk pajamas. She hated silky pajamas. And always have. Better then night gowns... She thought. Her mom made her wear night gowns when she was younger. And she would still be forcing her, if Paradise didn't put her foot down at age 14. After that, her mom told her to atleast wear silky pajama's. She hated the rules for what she could and could not wear. She couldn't wear any black or brown. Her mom said it was ugly, and not something a lady should be wearing. Unless it was dressy. Like the dress she wore tonight.

After Paradise was dressed, she walked downstairs. Planning to watch t.v. until she dozed off.

(( LOL. OKAY!
Talaar's at his house, right? ))

           Paradise just closed her eyes, after watching a commercial about 'Skin care'. When she heard a knock on the door. She opened her eyes, half asleep, and checked the time. It was about 2:00 AM. She didn't hear another knock on the door this time. She heard the locks being unlocked, and the door open. She knew already that it was her mom. She looked at her. great... Now Paradise was going to have to stay up even LONGER to make sure her mom didn't leave while she was drunk. And probably get pregnant somewhere.

Paradise got up from the sofa, and looked at her mom. "Mom...? Why are you here so late?" Her mom turned on the lights, and frowned at her. Paradise could tell by the way that her mom was walking, that she wasn't drunk...Yet. Paradise crossed her arms, and squinted as the lights came on. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she blinked a couple of times, then looked back at her mom. "How was the date with Danny?" She asked, still frowning. Something about her tone, and the way she was looking at Paradise made her think that her  mom already knew how it went. "Danny called me, and said you ditched him. Left the party with some stupid server!" Her mom threw down her purse on the kitchen counter, infuriated. "Well..." Paradise was never a good lier. And never would be. "Yeah. I did...I did leave, But-" Her mom put a hand, up and said, "I can see why he didn't chase after you." she said with a laugh. Paradise frowned, "What..?" Her mom walked up to Paradise, "You don't give ANYONE a chance! Your never going to have someone love you, if you just keep being lazy and picky! I'm sorry I can't give you 'prince charming'. But with how you look these days, that prince charming aint going to come!" Paradise frowned at her. Was her own mother literally saying this? Was her own mom really telling her, her 'look' is not 'good enough' for 'prince charming'?

Infuriated with how this little 'conversation' they were having, She said, "No! He's not some stupid server, by the way!", then she ran out of the house.  She didn't know where she was going, but she just wanted to leave. Couldn't she ever cry by herself? She wiped her cheeks, by the reality her mother revealed. No one would ever really want her. But she did believe she was atleast 'easy going', not hard to please. Rolling her eyes at her mother's attempt to analyse Paradise, she kept going. Running. While tears kept streaming down her cheeks.

Since he was alone in his house, Talaar gave himself the opportunity to walk around in ihs wolf form a bit.... allthough he wasn't exactly 'walking'. His loud wolf snore echoed through the rather large house, the sound vibrating through the air. Even Wolf was taking it easy, resting for awhile.

but then there was the tremor, a shudder of the air around Talaar. his ears came up, instantly alert. somethign was wrong... very very wrong. He leapt form his bed, smoothly changing into his human form and slipping into some pants before stealthily checking ever room in the house for intruders. There were none. What was that feeling, that sense of foreboding, of pain? 

Irritated, Talaar started pacing, his arms crossed and eyes glaring at the ground. They were gold again.

(( Okay, well I forgot to say, that she read the address I think. So lets just say she memorized it? Good enough? Trust me, I know i'm corrny BAHAHAHAHA ))

          Paradise wiped her tears, as she started to a walk instead of a run, again. Her mom wasn't the type to chase after her, she'd probably just let Paradise walk away. And not care if she came back. Paradise had this odd feeling inside her. The feeling of needing Talaar. But didn't dare to ask herself why. The last thing she needed was to cry, and make a fool of herself again infront of him. 

          She crossed her arms, and tried to remember the address he gave her. It was still in her pants pocket, back at home. But she read it a million times the walk there. She smirked when she remembered. (Just made up numbers BAHAHA) '13th Street. House number, 16'. She went towards that street, while biting her lip. Hoping he wouldn't be upset that she came.

         After a wandering adventure to finally find the right house, she stared at it. Scared to knock on the door. Instead, she sat on the curb. Knowing he was in there, was already making her feel better. She hugged her knees, and stayed on the curb. Crying again. She didn't know why, but it just felt that her mothers words, really did hit her 'like a ton of bricks'. Because of how true it was. No one will ever love me...Ever.. 

She chose not to walk inside at all. Not to convince herself to go to the porch and knock on the door. Why would Talaar want to hear her sob story? The last thing he needed was her burdens. And she guessed that she was just as much of a burden to Talaar too.  

The agitated werewolf had started to wear a path in the wooden floor, he was pacing so much. He had thrown on a shirt sometime in between and occaisonally glanced out the window. The feeling of wrongness nagged at him, but he had no idea where it was coming from. It was driving him insane.

Just as he was about ready to start breaking things, he glanced out the window final time. The feeling suddenly vanished. Princess?

Talaar was out the door in three seconds flat.

"Paradise!"