A/N: Hello all, this is my first time posting on fanfiction, so please bare with me. But anywho, throughout this story, i will have song representations for each chapter. Adelaide is based off of (for looks that is) Kristen Chenoweth (how she has her hair in Pushing Daisies) and Scott is based off of (again, looks wise) Jensen Ackles.

Chapter Song: Down On My Head - Yellowcard

A slick red convertible pulled up into the now crowded driveway of a house that had long since been empty. The 'For Sale' sign had been pried from the ground the week before, and the moving trucks had departed. A figure stepped out of the convertible and looked at the sky. It looked as though it was promising rain, quickly grabbing a duffle bag and the keys, the figure put the roof up on the car, and dashed inside, deciding a convertible had not been the most sensible car for Forks, Washington. The house, though slightly bigger than the one they had just moved from, was already cluttered with boxes, some not yet opened. Sighing to herself, the figure picked up a box and carried it up the stairs. Her parents had been there a full four days before her, and hadn't even bothered to carry the boxes of her things up to her room. Though it was just as well, she much rather preferred they stayed out of her room.

She set the box down and flopped down on her bed, lightly closing her eyes. Why even bother unpacking? She would just be leaving in three months anyway. When she had been accepted to the University of Washington in Seattle, she thought she would be getting away from everyone and everything she ever had ties with. Though much to her displeasure, her father had been transferred to the Port Angeles branch in is law firm. Her mother had insisted on living in a small town, much like the one they had just come from. Instead of getting away from her overbearing parents, and the quaintness of small towns she hated so much. She had been hoping to escape to the city, but her parents had refused, even though she was a legal adult, threatening to not pay her tuition if she disobeyed them.
"Adelaide!" Her mother called in a shrill, annoying voice.
Adelaide rolled her eyes. She was in need of a new name, one that hadn't been worn out from being called so much.
"What?" she called back, annoyance evident in her tone.
"Get down here!" Adelaide rolled her eyes and slid off her bed. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she instantly had a newspaper thrust at her.
"You're going to need to get a job so you can pay for books and everything," her mother said, in a bored tone as she put away dishes.
Adelaide looked in disgust at the local newspaper. "I'd have better luck getting a job in Seattle!" she growled, storming out of the house, pulling her keys from her pocket and hoping into her car.

The clouds were even darker as she pulled up to a tiny store just outside of town. It was the only place that seemed to be hiring. Putting up the top on her car, she dashed inside, hoping it wouldn't rain. The bell above the door dinged as she pushed it open. It appeared to be an outdoors store, full of everything anyone could possibly want for camping. There was a tall man, who appeared to be about Adelaide's age, stocking shelves. He must've been at least six foot and had brown spiky hair and a pale complexion, and butterscotch colored eyes. Though she didn't pay much attention to him, instead, she breezed past, straight to the counter where a woman was standing.
"Um excuse me, I'm looking for the manager..."
The woman grinned, "That's me, manager and owner. What can I do for you?"
"I'd like to apply for a job." Adelaide shifted her feet uncomfortably. She could feel the eyes of the tall man burning into her back. She really wished he would stop staring and get back to work. The woman grinned.
"Great, it's yours. When can you work?"
"When ever you need me," Adelaide stammered, taken aback by the instant approval.
"Good. How's tomorrow for you? You don't have to work everyday, but every other day should do it."
"Sounds good," Adelaide regained her composure, though still taken aback. The woman smiled and Adelaide turned and headed out. She was relieved to find the man had gone back to work. But by the time she reached the door, she realized she had a slight problem. It was pouring out.
"Great..." she sighed, digging her keys out of her pocket, preparing to make a run for it. Throwing open the door, she dashed to her car. Fumbling with the keys, she eventually got in unlocked. Shutting the door as quickly as she could, she started the engine and pulled away.

The next morning, Adelaide wasn't the first to arrive at Olympic Outfitters. There was a man with brown hair and a baby face working behind the counter. He looked up as he heard the door swing shut.
"Hey, I'm Mike," he greeted in an overly friendly way.
"Hi..." She greeted, hanging her coat up on one of the hooks in the backroom.
"You must be Adelaide." He was obviously trying to make conversation. She was tempted to shoot back a sarcastic remark, but she held her tongue.
"Yep."
Mike laughed, "Quite the conversationalist, aren't you? Well, don't worry, I'm only filling for about an hour."
She nodded. Mike laughed once again, and then went to open boxes in the store room. So she took it upon herself to look after the register in case there were any customers. Nearly half an hour later, the door banged open. In stepped a very tall man, who must've been at least six foot five, with shaggy brown hair.
"Can I help you?" She asked, inclining her head so she could look him in the eye.
"Uh, yeah. I'm here to pick up some stuff I ordered."
She sighed exasperatedly, and forced her self to keep from rolling her eyes. She hated it when people were so vague.
"Last name?"
"Black." He leaned down so his forearms were resting on the counter. There was an odd look in his eye. Adelaide thought she recognized that look, but she couldn't be sure. Either way, it was a little creepy. Every move she made, his eyes would follow her, the strange look never faltering.
"Hey Mike, is there a box or package or something back there for Black?"
"Yeah right here," Mike's voice rang from the back of the storage room. He emerged carrying a small box. "Here you go Jake."
The man name Jake took the box from Mike, though barley acknowledging his existence. Instead, he kept his eyes on Adelaide.
"Thanks," he said to her, before leaving. The second Jake's car had pulled out of the parking lot, a shiny, sporty looking car that Adelaide couldn't identify pulled in.
"Well, I'm off," Mike said, pulling on his coat and grabbing an umbrella, as it was raining once again. Mike walked out as the guy from yesterday, the one who couldn't stop staring entered.

Nearly half an hour had passed and neither Adelaide nor her co-worker had uttered a word to each other. Though occasionally, she would catch him sneaking a glance at her when he thought she wasn't looking.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced," he said when the silence had become unbearable. "I'm Scott." He flashed a gorgeous smile.
"Adelaide." She flashed a small, falsely friendly smile, before it disappeared.
"You're new right? The whole town's been talking about you."
"Why?" She stopped what she was doing and turned to him.
"You're different, something new to talk about."
"Oh."
"Not much of a talker are you?" Scott asked, leaning against a shelf, arms folded, an amused expression on his pale face.
"Not with certain people," Adelaide flashed him a look, hoping it would shut him up and keep him from staring. Clearly that was too much to hope for.
"Ouch. That hurt," he joked.
"You don't go away, do you?" she sighed exasperatedly. This was going to be a long three months.

By five o'clock, the weather had turned from a respectable rain, to a downpour. Adelaide leaned against the door frame, silently cursing the weather, her keys firmly clutched in her hand.
"Welcome to Forks," Scott said from behind her. She could practically hear his smirk.
"Thanks," she muttered sardonically before dashing out into the rain to her car.
"C'mon, you stupid thing! Start!" She pleaded with her car. Just her luck, it wouldn't start in a downpour and she would be forced to walk home.
"Need some help?" Adelaide looked up to find Scott standing outside of her car. She opened her mouth to tell him no, but she sighed in defeat.
"It won't start."
"I know, I heard you cursing at it."
"So are you gonna help me?" Without a word, Scott popped the hood and examined the car.
"Looks like your engine over heated. Tell you what, I'll get someone out here to fix it for you, while I give you a ride home."
"And how exactly will I get my car back?"
"I'll have them drive it to your house. Now c'mon, you're soaking wet."
Upon seeing there was no point in arguing, she got out of her car, and followed Scott to his. The drive to her house was a quiet one, though it was a comfortable silence, a sort of comfort Adelaide hadn't felt with anyone before. As they arrived at her house, she was unsurprised to find it empty once again. "Isn't anyone home?" He asked, glancing up at the darkened windows.
She laughed. "Of course not." And with that she darted out of his car and into the house.

Scott watched her until she was safely inside, then, pulling out of the driveway, he flipped open his cell phone. The other end rang twice before it was finally answered.
"Yes Scott?" a cool female voice asked.
"I need you to do me a favor. Could you fix a car for me?"
"What did you do to your Porsche now?"
"No, not mine. It's sitting in the parking lot of the Newton's store. It won't start, but it looks like a Mercedes, so it should be easy to fix."
"I suppose I could fix it for you..."
"Thanks Rosalie."
"You owe me."
"You always say that."
"And I always mean it." And with that, the other line went dead.
Smirking to himself, he turned his car around and headed away from the secluded Cullen residence and toward the tiny town of Forks where, in a dark house, a very beautiful girl sat very much alone.

Adelaide threw her coat on a hook and dashed up the stairs, not even bothering to turn on a light. Once she had shut her bedroom door, she turned on her stereo and cranked up the volume. Scott sat watching her from the shadows of her bedroom window sill. He watched her as she danced around her room, singing. He was sure the smile that was plastered on her face was making the stars jealous. This was the first time he'd ever seen her smile, and he wished she would more often. Though he hardly knew her at all, there was one thing he would bet his life on, the fact that he was falling in love with Adelaide Larkin.