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TWSTH - Chapter Thirteen

Rated R for strong language.

Simon and Paula had been together three weeks, and the finale of American Idol had just ended.  Kelly Clarkson had just been crowned the winner, and each of the judges took a turn congradulating her.  Shortly thereafter, everyone headed off to the after party.


Much to Paula’s surprise, Simon led her out on the dance floor.  A slow song came on, and his arms quickly encircled her waist.  She lazily draped her arms around his neck as they slowly swayed along to the music.


“Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?” Simon asked, forgetting everyone in the room except for him and Paula.


“Simon, that’s so sweet.  I can’t tell you the last time someone told me I was beautiful.”


“Well, you are.  I can’t ever remember being so captivated in my entire…” Simon stopped midsentence.  He saw Michael standing nearby, listening intently to their conversation.  Tonight was the last night of their bet, and it was now or never.


“What’s wrong Simon?”


“Nothing,” Simon replied, drawing his attention back to Paula. “I’ve never been so captivated in my entire life.  Paula, I don’t know how to say this, but… I think I love you.”


“Simon…” Paula apparently didn’t know how to finish.  Things weren’t looking great for Simon’s bet, but little did he know that things were about to go from bad to worse.


Having heard the whole conversation, Michael approached Simon and Paula.


“I do believe you owe me fifty thousand dollars,” Michael replied smugly to Simon.


“Why?” Paula asked.


“Listen, Michael,” Simon said worriedly. “Now’s not such a good time.”


“Baby,” Paula began, “why do you owe him fifty thousand dollars?”


“It was just a bet,” Simon replied, “That’s all.”


“Yeah,” Michael added, “you see, back when you two still hated each other’s guts, Simon and I made a bet that he couldn’t make you fall in love with him by the end of the season.  From listening to your conversation a few moments ago, I’d say I won.”


“What?!” Paula half asked/ half screamed.  “You fucking asshole!”


With that, Paula ran out of the building.  Everyone in the entire room was staring at Simon and wondering what the hell he could have done.  Simon turned to Michael, infuriated to say the least.


“Bloody hell!  Did you just have to come in here and fuck everything up?!  What the hell is wrong with you?!”


With that said, Simon ran out of the room to find Paula, leaving everyone there equally stunned and confused.


Simon found her on a bench outside, face buried in her hands, crying.


“Baby, listen…” Simon started.


“Listen?!” Paula shot back. “Why should I listen to more of your shit?!  Simon, you just spent over a month trying to make me fall in love with you, all to win some fucking bet!  And you think I should listen to you?!”


“You have every right to be angry, but…”


“But what, Simon?  You are such a fucking dick!  Why do you always have to be such an asshole?!”


“I know what I did was wrong, but everyone makes mistakes.”


“Not like this, Simon.  Give me one good reason why I should forgive you.” Paula said in a noticably calmer tone, but not quite able to look at him yet.


Simon walked up to where he was right in front of her, and took her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. “Paula, listen, six weeks ago, I would have rather slit my wrists than spend any amount of time with you whatsoever.”


“Oh, now I forgive you!” Paula replied sarcastically.


“Let me finish.  Six weeks ago, I would have rather slit my wrists than spend time with you, but sometime between then and now, things changed.  Somewhere along the line, I fell for you.  Bad.  Now, you can leave today angry as hell and never see me again, or you can give me the chance to make it up to you.  I wasn’t lying when I said that I love you, and, if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you that.”


Both sat there silent for several moments, Paula staring into space and Simon looking into her eyes, trying to tell what she was thinking.


“Paula, say something.  Anything.  Tell me what you’re thinking.”


“I’m thinking,” Paula began, “that I can’t trust you anymore.”


Simon bit his lip and sighed.  “I guess that’s understandable.”


“Let me finish.  I don’t think I can trust you anymore, but for some reason I love you anyways.  Simon, you did quite possible one of the worst things a boyfriend can do, but I love you anyways.  I can’t just make myself forgive you, but I can’t make myself not love you either.”


Simon leaned down and, with her face still in his hands, kissed her.  They’d kissed hundreds of times.  They’d even made love for God sakes, but this was the single most passionate moment that either one of them ever experienced.


Simon and Paula got married before the next season of American Idol started, and Simon made good on his promise of showing her he loved her for the rest of her life.


~*~The End~*~

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