Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, therefore the characters of Twilight do not belong to me.

I suppose I wasn't meant to see him. Nobody was. "It was supposed to be straightforward," he told me later. "Straight in. Straight out. It didn't work out quite how I planned..." I'd laughed about it at the time. At the time, I thought it worked out for the best. Now I'm not so sure...

I was in the hospital. My brother, Luke, was sick.. My parents are...overprotectve, to say the least. Anyway, we hadn't left the hospital in four days. Now, I was only too aware my brother was sick; and I was worried, but I was not about to put my whole life on hold. It was the start of my summer holidays, I didn't want to spend it in a horrible hospital.

"I hate hospitals!" I told my mum. "Please, let me go home. I'll come and visit everyday."

"Jade, you heard the doctors," Mum said. "We don't know what's wrong with Luke, and you want us leave him? How can you be so selfish?"

"Me? I just want to go home. You can stay here, if you want."

"You're not staying at home alone."

"Like we don't have a house keeper," I rolled my eyes. My family are totally rich. So Mum said she'd think about it.

I couldn't stick it in the hospital so I went outside. It was just outside the town, and there was a huge hill with trees behind the hospital. I decided to go up and sit there. I was worried about my brother, and I needed time to think.

That's where I saw Michael. He was running out of the hospital grounds, clutching a huge bag. He looked at me as he passed. I think he was going to run on, but then he stopped.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

I wiped my eyes, and tried to smile. "Yeah...my brother is sick, I was just worried."

"I see," he sighed. "Is he in the hospital?" I nodded. "I hate those places." He shuddered.

"I know, me too," I smiled. "Were you visiting someone?" I wiped my eyes again, crying was not a good look.

"Huh?" he looked blank. "Oh yeah, I was..uh..visiting my..uncle, he's sick." And I knew he was lying, I can always tell when people are lying. I'm good at reading people. But I decided not to mention it, I let him think I believed him.

"Well, I hope he gets better soon," I said.

"Yeah, he's getting better," he shrugged. Then, he smiled at me. "So, what's your name?"

"Jade," I replied. "You?"

"Michael." He looked to be about eighteen, I guessed. He was tall, well over six feet, and very muscular. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie, jeans and black vans. His was incredibly pale, so pale I'd wonder if he was sick, but he looked too healthy. His eyes were dark, black almost. His hair was dark too, and longish. He was watching me, quite intently; seriously. I couldn't begin to describe properly what he looked like; how amazing he looked. He was the best looking guy I had ever seen. No exxageration.

"So, you from around here?" I asked. Please say yes, I thought. Please say yes.

"Naw," he said. "I...travel around." He was hiding something. But what?

"Oh right, cool," I said. "I live down in the town. So, where are you coming here from?"

"Umm, I've just been travelling around the US," he shrugged.

"Oh. You staying here long?"

"I don't know yet."

"You should stay a while," I smiled. "It's really nice around this time of year."

"I'll bet it is."

"So, how long have you been travelling for?"

"A few years," he said quickly. Too quickly, I thought.

"You don't look old enough to have been travelling around that long," I grinned at him.

"Three years. I'm nineteen." It was an innocent enought statement. So why did I think he was lying?

"I'm seventeen," I said, and he raised an eyebrow. "I know, I look wayy younger." I'm lucky if I pass for fourteen. He'll never believe I'm seventeen, I thought. Rightly so, as well. I added two years to my age. I was 15. But if he didn't believe me, he didn't comment. There was a silence, so I asked him, "What made you decide to start travelling?"

"I've nothing else to do," he said, and laughed to himself. "I didn't want to go back to school, and there was nothing for me at home. So, I just got the hell out of there, and have been travelling since. Not just America, Europe too."

"I'd love to go to Europe!" I said. "Where abouts were you?"

"Italy, France, Britain, Ireland, Spain, all over really."

"That sounds amazing!"

"It was," he grins. He has the cutest smile, I thought.

"Where are you going next?"

"Dunno yet," he laughed. "Wherever I feel like."

"That is so cool," I said, enviously. I wished I could just leave like that.

"Yeah," he paused. "Get's a bit lonely though..." He looked away, then he turned around, really suddenely. "It was nice to meet you, Jade, but I have to go."

"Where too?" I was being nosy, I know, but I didn't want him to leave yet. I liked talking to hot guys.

He sat down beside me. "You ask a lot of questions," he grinned.

"You inspire a lot of questions," I smirked. "Running out of the back of a hospital, going nowhere, came from nowhere..."

"Okay, point taken," he laughed. "Although, this is coming from the girl hiding outside the back of the hospital."

"I wanted to be alone."

"Okay, I'll go then," he got up to leave.

"No!" Okay, that came out a bit too...desperate. "I changed my mind about being alone," I grinned.

"Fine, I'll stay," he laughed, sitting down beside me again. Then he became more serious. "So, what's wrong with your brother?"

"I dunno. He's really sick; a temperature; can't keep anything down; lost a lot of weight; complains about being in pain when he's conscience. The doctors don't know what's wrong."

"That's awful. How old is he?"

"Nine."

"Do you have any other brothers or sister?"

"Rosie. She's two. What about you?"

He was silent for a minute, then he shrugged. "No." But something told me this guy wasn't an only child. He looked at me, then at the hospital. "I hope your brother is okay."

"Me too," I said. I blinked furiously, trying to hold back tears. Why did I have to cry so easily? He noticed, of course he did. He put his arm around me, and I didn't say anything. We just sat there, in silence; virtual stanger; him holding me while I cried.

"I'm sorry," I sniffed, wiping my eyes.

"Don't be," he said. "I don't mind."

"This is so embarassing!"

"Don't worry about it," Michael said. Even then, he cared about me.

I didn't say anything, and the silence that followed was just a little bit awkward.

"I probably have to go," I said, sighing. "Do you have a mobile number?"

He hesitated, then produced a phone from his bag. "Yeah," he grinned. "If it's as nice as you claim it is around here, I might as well know someone if I'm staying."

I couldn't hide my delight. "Cool," I said, and we exchanged numbers, then I started walking back down to the hospital. I turned around and he was walking up the hill. Weird, I thought.

There was something bothering me as I walked back into the hospital. Michael said had implied he didn't know anyone here; he said I would ve the only person he knew.

But, surely he had family here, if he was visiting his uncle.

There was definately something strange about that guy.

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