AD’s POV
Ugh, why am I so freaking restless tonight? Spencer’s sleeping like a rock. I slowly drew my arm back from around Spencer’s waist, and quietly got out of her bed. I stretched, glancing over at the clock.
I groaned internally, it’s 3:17 in the morning? Really?
I headed downstairs, and stopped whenever I noticed that Spencer’s kitchen light was on. Well, it couldn’t be Ben, he’s out of town. I resumed my way to the kitchen. I peeked around the corner and I saw the back of Paula standing at the stove.
“Paula?” I asked quietly.
Her blonde head turned and revealed tear stained eyes.
I rushed over to her, “Oh my God, Paula. Are you okay?” Concern was evident in my voice.
She sniffled, “No, not really.”
“What’s wrong?” I pulled her over to their bar chairs and we sat down.
Paula wiped away her tears, “It’s just Arthur…” She trailed off.
“Spencer told me about that whole ordeal. I’m really sorry.” I apologized, not really knowing what to say.
“Yeah, well being in love sucks.” Her voice broke as another tear fell.
I cleared my throat.
“Oh, well I meant being in love with someone who doesn’t love you back sucks.” She cleared up quickly.
I’m not one for good speeches, but it looked like Paula needed to talk to someone and, well, I’m the only one up at three in the morning. I scratched my head, “Paula, why be in love with someone if you know they don’t love you back? You know? I’m sorry and that must suck, but you’ve gotta let go. You’re concentrating on the one person who doesn’t love you and moving away from the people that do love you. Spence needs you right now. And I know that you need her too.” I spoke softly, watching her blue bloodshot eyes watch mine.
“I know, but it’s just so hard. Art and I were married for seventeen years. Did that mean nothing to him?” The tears were coming down faster now.
I hesitated, lost with words, “Uh… um, I don’t know. I’m not good with these sorts of things, Paula.” I stuttered, trying to come up with some new words.
********SC’s POV
My eyes shot open and I sat straight up. My hands clutched at my chest. My breathing finally slowed.
‘Damn you Wolfman.’
Ashley took me to the movies tonight and of course she picked the most scariest one. She knows that I’m not a big fan of wolves. But she was all like, “C’mon baby, it’s not scary, plus I’ll be with you. And seriously, we go to every chick flick.
