were ready to leave, Paula followed Simon to his house. Somewhere between the
American Idol studio and Simon’s house, a torrential downpour had begun. When
they got to Simon’s house, both judges bolted from their cars to the front door, trying to remain as dry as possible.
pouring! Open the door!” Paula said with her hands trying to form some
sort of an umbrella over her head but failing miserably.
“I would if I could
find my key!” Simon shouted, frantically searching his pockets.
have one with your car keys?”
“No, I just had
the locks changed and didn’t have a chance to put one on there yet. Come
on, we’ll go around to the side door. I have a code to punch in for that
Simon and Paula ran around
to the side of his house. Paula, really sick of being out in the rain, was puzzled
when she saw Simon just standing there in front of the keypad.
“What are you doing?!”
Paula half asked / half yelled.
“I can’t remember
“What?! Simon, I’m getting soaked.”
“Do you have your
“Yeah, but how’s
that going to help us? Are you going to try to use the antenna to pick the lock?” she asked sarcastically.
“Just shut up, and
give me your phone. I’m going to call my cleaning lady. She should know the code.”
Paula handed over her
cell phone, and Simon called his cleaning lady. Lucky for him, he remembered
her number, and the cleaning lady was there. How he could remember the number
for the cleaning lady and not the code to get into his own house did puzzle Paula though.
Regardless, they were
in the house shortly, and both were creating puddles where they stood.
I don’t exactly think I have anything you could change into. Unless you
want to borrow some of my clothes. Somehow, I doubt they would fit you.”
“That’s okay. I’ll dry eventually.”
I’m going to go change. I’ll be back down in a minute.”
When Simon got back downstairs
a few minutes later, he noticed Paula admiring all of the artwork and decorations.
“You have a lovely
house,” Paula said when she realized Simon had come back downstairs.
“Thank you. So, what do you want to watch?”
started. She didn’t, however, get to finish because the lights began to
flicker, and the power went out.
“I guess we’re
not watching a movie,” Simon said. “Come on, I think I have some candles and flashlights in the kitchen.
Once they had lit a dozen
or so candles around the kitchen and dining room and each was equipped with a flashlight, the much feared awkward silence
began to once again set in.
“Okay, I have to
ask…” Paula began, “why did you just now suddenly decide you wanted us to be friends?”
Simon took this as a good
time to take things a little farther.
“Well, I suddenly
realized how stupid I’d been for becoming enemies with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”
Paula began to blush,
and Simon bent down to kiss her. It wasn’t a long kiss, but the passion
“Simon, we can’t
said, still staring at her lips, “but you are very beautiful.”
Apparently, Paula remembered
their dinner conversation. She through him against the nearest wall, and kissed
him with more passion than she’d ever known. After they made out for several
minutes, Paula pulled back to catch her breath. She laid her head against his
chest, and he leaned down to kiss her still damp hair.
“I should go,”
Paula told him.
“That would probably
be best,” Simon replied, “I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.”
“Yeah, see ya.”
Paula quickly turned
around and left. After she walked out the door, Simon leaned back against the
wall. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She was supposed to be falling for him!