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This Time Around	By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 11904 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I rolled over slowly, halfway opening one eyelid and peeking through at the clock on my nightstand.

9:24

I don’t know the last time I had slept that late.

Normally I am up at the crack of dawn.

Then again, I deserve it, I thought with a smile.

I had a pretty active night the night before.

Plus I waited up for Simon to call and let me know he had made it safely to New York.

Don’t think I could have slept soundly without knowing that.

Especially with what had happened between us.

What happened between us, I repeated my thought with a smile.

I practically had to pinch myself to remind myself that it was real.

That it had really happened.

Three years of tension and it FINALLY happened.

And to think it all happened because I was upset over Colt, and I wanted him to help me get my mind off of him.

Help me.

Yeah, he helped me alright.

Just as he had said he would.

Wow.

That’s all I could say.

That’s all I could think.

Just…wow.

I groaned as I rolled over, my sore muscles tensing.

Those were some I hadn’t been using in a while.

But it was a good soreness.

I enjoyed being that kind of sore.

I had to keep an eye on the time, so I could call in for Ryan’s show today.

I felt bad for not speaking to Camile the night before, I was so busy looking for Simon, she left before I got a chance to offer her some advice and my condolences.

So Ryan worked it out with me so that I could just call in the next day.

He can be so helpful when he wants to be, I mused. When he’s NOT asking me about Simon.

About twenty minutes until twelve, my cell phone rang. I smirked at the Caller ID, Simon’s name flashing on the display.

I let it ring twice before answering.

“Hello?”

“Hello darling,” Simon greeted me, his voice deep and raspy.

He had obviously just woken up.

I didn’t speak.

“Love, are you there?” Simon asked.

“What was it you have said in interviews?” I asked, my tone light.

He chuckled.

“What are you rambling about now, Darling?”

“Oh! That’s right!” I interjected, pretending to remember. “You wouldn’t sleep with me, because...what did you say? Oh, I’d ‘talk in the morning’.

His lack of response told me he was smirking silently on the other end.

He knew I was right.

“Isn’t that what you said?” I pressed teasingly.

“Close enough,” he answered smugly.

“And last time I checked, it was still morning, right?”

“Your time, yes.”

“Well then, goodbye,” I said jokingly, a small giggle escaping my lips before I hung up.

I continued to hold the phone in my hand, sure he would ring me back.

Just as I had assumed the phone rang not a minute later, his name flashing on the display once again.

“Hello?” I greeted him innocently.

“Paaaula,” he drawled.

“Siiiimon,” I parroted.

“No really Simon, quit calling me!” I laughed. “I’m supposed to do a phone interview on Ryan’s show, in about ten minutes. Goodbye!”

I clicked the phone off again, not waiting for his response.

Don’t want him to think that just because I slept with him, I’ve gone soft, I thought with a smile.

At ten minutes until twelve, I plopped down on my king size bed, dialing the number to Ryan’s show. After being put on hold for a few minutes, I was put through.

I could hear Ryan announcing me to the audience.

“I have one of my dear friends and one of the American Idol judges on the line right now, Paula Abdul ladies and gentlemen!”

I could hear the studio audience, cheering loudly for me.

My lips curved up into a small smile.

“Hi sweetheart!” Ryan greeted me.

“How is everyone out there?” I asked.

“They’re feeling good Paula.”

We spoke briefly about my late return from the bathroom during the show.

“Now, you and Simon have an interesting banter... this season, wouldn't you say? It's a little different from Season One and Season Two,”

“Boy I’ll say,” I responded, glad I was hidden behind the comfort of my phone.

No one could see the size of the smile on my face, luckily.

Because if they could have, it probably would have given it all away.

“Yeah, it’s almost like it’s lovey, dovey, playful banter…isn’t it?”

“But then he mixes in some hate-love,” I offered softly amongst the audience’s “Ooohs”.

“I mean, they’re constantly winding each other up,” Ryan said to the audience. “Paula, listen to this clip. You guys watch. Roll it guys.”

The clip played where Simon says I should become the first female president of the country.

I had to stifle a giggle.

Just hearing his voice, pre-recorded or not, was enough to give me chills.

I was still grinning, ear to ear, as the clip finished up.

“But there’s this constant smile on your face when he’s looking over at you Paula,” Ryan observed.

The grin plastered across my face suddenly fell.

My God, can he see me? I wondered, resisting the urge to look around my bedroom for a hidden camera.

Because you can’t put that kind of stuff past Ryan.

He would do something like that.

I didn’t quite know how to respond.

So I giggled.

Again.

“Is there something we need to know about?” Ryan pressed.

Oh, there’s plenty you need to know about.

Unfortunately for you, I’m not saying a word.

“Oh, Ryan, you know everything,” I responded coyly, trying to get out of the question.

“Which is why I bring it up on national television right now. I... I honestly believe that if you were both single and... uh... had an opportunity that could stay confidential and private, you would love to make out with Simon.”

He wasn’t going to let this die, was he?

I paused.

Think Paula, think.

How to respond?

What to say?

“I just want to know something, have you lost your mind?” I asked incredulously, hoping that my attempt at disgust would come across believable. “I’m worried about you, that’s just so…weird.”

To my relief, Ryan and the audience laughed, and he segued into discussion on the show and Camile.

Whew, I thought with an inaudible sigh of relief. Glad that’s over.

As I rambled on about what Camile needed to do in order to make a career, Ryan interrupted, saying we would speak about her later.

Obviously something more important came up.

Little did I know what that something was.

“Hey, uh, just going back to my theory about something going on between you and Simon Cowell, the second I put you on national television live, guess who calls in on the toll free number…Hello, Simon?”

“Good afternoon Ryan,” greeted a British voice.

His tone dropped slightly. “Good afternoon Paula.”

The audience went wild.

I gulped.

Simon?

“How are you?” he asked.

Oh that’s right, I was on the phone, I should be saying something.

“Hi Simon,” I said meekly.

“I can’t hear you, can you turn the volume up?”

“Ugh, you can’t hear anything,” Ryan replied. “You can’t hear what Randy Jackson is saying on the television show.”

“What?”

“See. Hey, Simon…um..”

“Louder,” Simon interjected.

“Interesting, interesting how you happen to call in,” Ryan said, speaking up. “Is it because you miss Paula Abdul or because she’s getting more attention than you right now?”

“A bit of both,” he responded.

Aww, he missed me.

Hell, he should miss me! I had given him the best night of his life!!

“A bit of both,” Ryan echoed. “Yes.”

I giggled.

“A bit of both,” Simon said again. “Actually, more importantly, I’m here to help her out.”

Help me out?

Oh God.

He was calling to get me back for earlier.

There’s no telling what he was about to say.

“I don’t need your help…all the time, Simon,” I said with a giggle.

No.

Not all the time.

Just 99.9% of the time.

God I wished he wasn’t in New York right then.

I could use his “help” again
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He chuckled.

“We had a long conversation last night, Paula, didn’t we?”

“Yes we did.”

“Mmm.” Simon replied.

It was a good thing Ryan spoke when he did, because I had practically forgotten this wasn’t a private conversation, we were speaking on national television.

“And how’d that go?” Ryan asked.

“Interesting.”

Ah, yes. Interesting indeed.

Interesting didn’t even begin to describe it.

After a small discussion about Simon and SNL, our interview was over, and I hung up the phone with a sigh of relief.

However, not five minutes had passed, and my phone was ringing again.

“Hello?” I answered.

“It’s afternoon now, think you can talk to me?” Simon asked teasingly.

“Welll,” I drawled. “I suppose.”

“You’re lucky Ryan didn’t let me say why I called,” he said.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I was going to remind you that you do take the chance to make out with me, single or not.”

I gasped dramatically.

“You wouldn’t!”

“I would too.”

“No you wouldn’t,” I shot back, laughing at our childish banter.

“Don’t argue with me Paula, I might have to fly back over there and give you a good spanking.”

“You wouldn’t hear any complaints from me,” I said suggestively.

I could hear him groan under his breath, and I have to admit that mental picture gave me a few things to moan about myself.

“Don’t tempt me,” he warned.

“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

“Mmm,” was his only response.

We both fell silent.

“Still nervous about Saturday?” I asked, changing the subject slightly.

Our previous topic of conversation was a little too hot for one o’clock in the afternoon.

“Not as much since our conversation last night,” he replied truthfully.

“Oh, so you WERE listening,” I said, feigning shock.

“Oh, come now Paula, you know I listen to everything you have to say,” he responded sarcastically.

“Ha! Right!” I giggled.

“Too bad I can’t understand any of it.”

How did I know an insult was coming?

Some things never change.
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