Paul x Gender Neutral! Reader

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boys were always wild, weren't they? Fun, is what you'd describe it as. It was exhilarating having the wind whip through your hair as you held on tight to one of the males' that constantly rid on black, sturdy motorcycles. It was exciting listening to the various sounds pass by in a breeze, while the two, goofy blondes of the group whooped and hollered while driving past pedestrians and nearly running two or three over. It was especially fun, to see each one of them with a smile on their face, having the time of their lives, while looking so free and out there.

It made your heart beat ten times quicker, whenever you saw the certain crazy haired blonde, Paul, laugh and smile, and look so happy when he was out with his friends - his brothers. Even though you never thought from the start that it'd be fun to be undead, and only come out during the night, you realized later on about how wrong you actually were. It wasn't about what time of day it was, or what you did - it was about the crowd you hung around with and atmosphere you produced. Paul held a rather fun, yet calming vibe to him, which is why he was so awesome to be around.

Which is why you fell so madly in love with him.

He was goofy. He was carefree. He was funny. He was a nut case and a half. He hated brushing his hair. He loved wearing the same clothes everyday. He loved rock and roll. He adored music. He never stayed quiet for a long period of time. His favorite color was scarlet. His music taste was amazing. His scent was dreamy. He could make you smile whenever. He was a huge flirt. He rocked the hell out of his tight pants. He was very caring to the ones he loved.

Those were all of the things you loved about him - all of the positive things. You could go on, and on all day about shit you loved about the blonde, even the nasty side of him, and that would never change. Why? You adored him, you looked up to him. He was a soul that roamed the earth as if it were his own little safe haven. You wanted to be just like him - to not care, to just go with the flow of things. Paul was your hero, in a way.

As of right now, the lot of you were lounging around in the main area of the cave. The guys decided not to go to the boardwalk, and just spend the night inside until it was feeding time. You and Marko were busy trying to show who was the best kisser. How, exactly? By tying cherry stems with your tongues, of course. Paul wasn't trying to make it obvious, but he kept glancing at you from his place on his water fountain.

You had already managed to tie two stems, but you were trying to beat your record of fifty eight seconds. It was frustrating, to say the least, and you were about to give up until you felt someone plot down next to you.

“ Need help? ” You looked over, to see Paul with raised eyebrows and a playful grin on his lips. Raising a hand and pinching the stem between your forefinger and thumb, you pulled it out of your mouth, sending a small glare the blonde's way. “ How exactly would you help? ”

Before he made any moves, he wanted to know that you'd be okay with it. He knew you weren't oblivious - he obviously had something up his sleeve he wanted to pull. Question was, were you going to let him?

“ Can I try it..? ” He mumbled, grin slowly falling from his face, as his bright blue eyes flickered to your lips. It was only for half of a second, but you caught it anyway. Nervously swallowing, you weren't too sure about it, but you nodded regardless.

The boys, now interested, watched silently from their spots as Paul scooted closer to you and placed a hand onto your cheek ; thumb caressing over the shape of your cheekbone, while he slowly leaned forward. Your breath caught in your throat once you realized what he was doing, thoughts freezing up as well as your body. You didn't know what to do - should you push him away? Accept it?

You didn't even have time to find an answer, because his lips were already on yours. You heard the boys cheering, but that all faded into white noise as your eyes fluttered shut on instinct and you kissed back ; moving your lips in sync with his. Paul's lips were soft, softer than you imagined - not that you were complaining. The way his nose brushed against your gently, sent a shiver down your spine ; you couldn't help but move closer. Bumping knees, you pressed your lips a bit more onto his, only to feel his smirk against your mouth.

Hands grabbed onto your hips, and before you could even process what was going on, you were being lifted into Paul's lap. He sat back, back flat against the couch, while you now straddled him. Squeaking silently, you decided to part right then and there, of course, earning a whine of protest from the blonde.

“ What the hell, babe? ” He huffed, playfully glaring at you. “ We were getting to the good part! ”

Your cheeks tinted pink at the nickname, but you ignored the feeling of the small bit of heat lighting up your face - instead, narrowing your eyes at the male, you tilted your head yo the side, “ did you forget where we're at? ” looking around, raising your brows at the three who stared at the two of you with smirks on their faces. “ These perverts were, and still are, watching us. ”

“ So? I don't mind a free show! ” Marko whooped, cackling afterwards. You simply rolled your eyes at the immature blonde.

“ You wanna' go somewhere more... private? ” Paul suggested, waggling his eyebrows, that teasing grin never leaving his face. A scowl came onto yours, although playful, and you lightly pushed your hands against his chest in a small shove. “ No! Geez, take me out to dinner first. ”

Paul suddenly stilled, looking at you with wide eyes ; playful grin, suddenly turning into an actual smile. You already knew what he was thinking. “ I can do that. ”

You squinted in suspicion. “ As an actual... date? Not just to get in my pants? ”

Scoffing, Paul placed a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “ I would never! ” He turned his eyes onto Marko and smirked widely. “ That's more curly Q's thing. ”

“ Oh, shut up, you pothead. ”

Paul stuck his tongue out at Marko, leaving you to softly laugh at their childishness.

You thought about it for a good minute, simply sitting in Paul's lap as him and Marko bickered back and forth. You've loved Paul for a while now, and having him kiss you was a dream come true. A date would be even better! But, you just didn't want to end up like any other girl - a toy, and his next meal. He wouldn't do that to you, you knew deep down, but that didn't stop the fear of it happening, from creeping up on you.

“ Hey, ” a sudden brush to your chin snapped you from your running thought process. Looking up, ( light/dark ) eyes fluttering, lips parting slightly, you watched as worry flashed in the vampires eyes. “ everything okay? ”

“ Yeah, yeah.. ” Paul was so caring when he wanted to be, and that really made your heart flutter. “ Just thinking... and I think I'll take you up on that date offer. ”

A big smile stretched across Paul's face, happiness sparkling in his ocean blue orbs upon hearing your answer. “ Really? ” You never thought you'd see him this happy - maybe when he was on his bike, but that was different. This was a happy that made you want to smile right back at him.

“ Yes, really, Paulie. ” You took your bottom lip between your teeth to contain an on coming grin. “ I'd be honored to go on a date with you. ”

“ It's about time! ” Marko yelled, which only earned a laugh from you and a flip of the bird from Paul. He laughed at you both, while petting one of his pigeons, that sat perched on his forearm.

“ So... ” He looked back at you, after glaring at Marko, his features softening to a look that screamed adortion. “ Does this mean I can kiss you again? ”

“ Just kiss me already, doofus. ”

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t may have been in a weird way, but thanks to cherry stems, the two of you finally managed to find a way to one another.

Maybe you weren't such a bad kisser after all.