"Jane." Paul spoke sorrowfully as he stood back to his feet.

"I forgave you for a lot of things Paul. But this?" She motioned between the two of us.

"Sneaking around with a girl you picked up off the street who helped find Martha?" She looked at him in complete disbelief and disgust.

"Jane," Paul began.

"No Paul. I'm tired of telling myself you love me and care for me when it's quite obvious you'd rather throw it all away for some skag you met yesterday." She scoffed.

It hurt to hear because it was true. I felt disgusted with myself all over again like when I'd found out about Jane, I was absolutely ridden with guilt. The pain etched on Jane's face made my heart break for her.

I couldn't imagine what she was feeling, but I'm not sure I would be so collected if I were in her position. Maybe in some sense, she had prepared herself for this moment.

Paul looked at the ground, unable to look Jane in the eyes shamefully.

"Goodbye Paul." Jane spat before turning and storming off.

Paul stayed standing a couple steps ahead of me, his back facing me as I got up.

"I'm sorry." Was I could manage to utter, in disbelief of what had just happened.

"I think you should go." Paul spoke quietly, seeming serious.

"What?" My expression dropped into confusion.

"You heard me." He snapped.

A moment passed of silence. My heart began to sink and my throat tightened. Maybe all I was to him was someone to cheat on Jane with like she'd said.

"Fine." I mumbled meekly.

"God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." He turned around his head to face me, a complete distraught and sorrowful look on his face realizing what he was doing.

"No, I understand, I'll just leave you alone yeah?" I nodded shyly with slight bitterness I began to turn when Paul stopped me.

"Please don't leave." He begged grabbing ahold of my hand.

"What do you want from me?" I asked defensively, looking at him quizzically.

He locked eyes with me for a moment.

"Everything." He spoke simply after a moment, his lips curling upwards softly as his eyes seemed glossier, full of different emotions.

What he said threw me off guard, causing my expression to lift as he leaned down to place a passionate kiss on my lips, pulling me closer to him until I could feel his heart beat pounding against his ribs.

When we parted Paul leaned his forehead to mine, looking into my eyes.

"Jane and I, we were broken a long time ago, I know that," he gulped.

"I'm sorry." He spoke distraught.

A moment of silenced passed between the two of us before I pulled my forehead away from his.

"It's alright," I smiled cupping his face in my hand.

He still looked destroyed however, and I was willing to do anything to make him happy, I hated seeing him so sad. I knew it wasn't the ideal way he'd wanted to tell Jane, because although he didn't love her as he once had, he had still cared for her a great deal.

"I'll go." I smiled faintly.

"Go where?" A look of confusion crossed his features.

"On tour with you, if you'll still have me." I grinned putting my hands on his chest, still in his arms.

"Of course lovie." His smile was gigantic, his spirits seeming to lift.

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Soon after Paul had brought me back to Audrey's, still insisting that I pack up and move in with him.

Upon arriving at my house I spotted my father's car, causing me to gasp out loud.

"What's wrong?" Paul asked gently as he parked in the driveway.

"My parents." I gulped shakily pointing out the car.

"They're here?" Paul's eyes widened.

"They're upset I lost the apartment. If they're here to tell me I'm moving back home I-" I rambled becoming increasingly nervous.

"Calm down Charlie, deep breath alright?" He looked at me in the eyes trying to calm me.

I nodded and took a deep inhale and held it for a second, before letting it back out and looking over at Paul with a nod.

"We'll face them together yeah?" Paul smiled meekly with a nod.

"Are you sure?" I asked surprised he seemed so calm about meeting my parents.

"Of course." He smiled charmingly.

"Your funeral." I muttered underneath my breath causing Paul to laugh, although I'm not sure I was joking.

We very quietly walked hand in hand into the house, where we overheard my parents conversing with Audrey.

"I still don't believe you don't know where she is." My father spoke gruffly.

"Robert." I heard my mother scold him for his brashness.

"She's a bum Helen, who knows what she's been up to here." He spoke disapprovingly.

I clenched my jaw just as my mom turned and caught a glimpse of Paul and I.

"Charlotte." She spoke sorrowfully, knowing I'd heard what my father said.

My father turned around, standing up from his chair in the most intimidating stance he could manage, crossing his arms over his chest the way he always did when he was upset.

"No, go on, tell me all about how I'm a beatnik Robert." I raised an eyebrow, hurt by what he thought of me.

"Don't get snippy with me young lady." He demanded with a low growl.

"Who's this?" My mother smiled brightly at Paul, cutting in through the tenseness in the room.

"Yeah Charlie, who's this?" Audrey spoke protectively, knowing the last I'd seen Paul I was upset with him.

"Mom, Dad, this is Paul." I smiled over at him, seeing him smiling right back at me.

"It's nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Gray." Paul nodded politely.

"It's nice to-" my mother began with a smile.

"Paul." My father interrupted, the name leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

"And what are you exactly?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm a musician sir." He looked slightly intimidated by my father.

My father made a face of horror.

"He's my boyfriend daddy." I grabbed ahold of Paul's hand tightly, feeling Paul lightly squeeze back.

"Are you a bum as well?" He asked grumpily, seeming completely disappointed in everything he laid his eyes on.

"Robert." My mother hit him on the chest lightly.

"He does very well daddy, but it's really none of your business." I narrowed my eyes at him challenging how far he wanted to push me.

My father simply rolled his eyes.

"Look, I know why your here, but I'm going to get back on my feet I swear I just need some time." I switched off the topic of Paul so he wouldn't be examined by my father much longer.

"I've heard that before Charlotte." My father reminded me.

"I know, but I'm trying," I began to plead.

"We know Charlotte, but we just want to know you're alright out here on your own." My mother spoke softly.

"She is, I'll make sure of it." Paul assured them kindly.

"That's what I'm afraid of." My father muttered sarcastically.

"Look, I'm not looking for approval dad. Give me time." I spoke in a tone that he could understand, cold and stone faced.

"You have three months." My father spoke after debating it with my mother for a second.