For the next week the girl was on Celine's mind. All she could think of was Leah—and she didn't know why. She hadn't exactly been hospitable…well, not for awhile, at least.

So she didn't understand it. Leah hadn't done anything to stand out, she hadn't been all that sweet, she hadn't done anything to explain why exactly she was stuck in her head. But something about the woman had been…alluring, maybe? Intriguing, that was what she had thought before, intriguing.

It was nothing less than frustrating.

Needless to say, she was surprised when Bella brought her the phone and said, "It's Leah." She gave a knowing little smile, but Celine didn't understand the smile one bit. She was starting to feel useless.

"Hello?" Celine answered, soft voice taking on a curious, almost wary-sounding tone, not sure what the girl could want.

"Hey," she responded after a short moment. She sounded a little nervous. "Sorry, I…guess I should have asked if I could call? Jacob had your house number."

Celine felt a little smile come onto her lips. "No, it's okay," she assured the other girl, feeling a little awkward, perhaps just because it seemed like Leah did. "So…what's up?"

Another short moment of silence from Leah. "Nothing…I wasn't exactly nice the other day," she said slowly. "Sorry about that….I wasn't in too good of a mood." From the way Seth had described her, though, she was never in a good mood. "I just wanted to say sorry about that, I guess. And maybe talk to you more."

"It's alright," Celine spoke into the phone, smiling. "And I'd love to talk to you more, so I really don't mind." She stupid as those words replayed in her mind—'I'd love to talk to you more,' what kind of impression would that give Leah, that she was some overzealous teenage girl?

"Yeah?" Leah said, sounding a little surprised, although Celine didn't quite understand why. "Well, good. So…what're you doing?" She sounded as though she felt awkward talking.

"Just watching TV, not much else to do," she answered with a sigh. "Although I really should be doing homework. What about you?"

Leah laughed. "Watching TV's more fun than homework," she said. "I just got off…work." She seemed to hesitate before saying 'work,' but Celine didn't notice.

"What do you do?" she asked curiously.

"I just work a waitressing job sometimes for a couple extra bucks," Leah responded.

"Oh…well, that's cool," Celine said, laying back on her bed. "Wish I could get a job, but there's really nowhere around here to work. Nowhere I wouldn't have to drive to, at least, and I don't exactly have a license or a car to drive anyway."

"Yeah. That might pose a bit of a problem," Leah laughed. They continued talking for awhile, just about pointless things and drama and things girls usually talked about on the phone. She didn't seem so sour now; she was actually nice to talk to, sweet, Celine thought.

After a good hour of talking they got onto the subject of the previous weekend again. "I can't believe I acted so…obnoxious," Leah said self-consciously, brushing it off with a laugh. Celine smiled.

"It's alright. Seth said you don't like new people much," Celine said, shrugging and then remembering Leah couldn't see her. "I mean, you're being nice enough now," she teased playfully. Leah was quiet for a moment.

"I think Seth kind of likes you," Leah said, chuckling a bit, half-heartedly. "You guys seemed to click. Don't think he's ever met a girl that good at video games."

"Oh…that kind of makes it awkward," she said, not speaking to Leah so much as she was thinking aloud to herself.

"Why?" Leah asked curious. There was a hint of hope in her voice that Celine didn't catch, too busy thinking about Seth. He hadn't been flirting or anything—had he told Leah this? They were brother and sister, after all.

Without thinking, she answered, "I don't like guys like that."

As Leah was quiet again, she realized what she'd said and frowned. She didn't want Leah to dislike her because of it—and she didn't want anyone else to find out. "So, what, you like girls?" Leah asked. She didn't sound hostile or disgusted or anything Celine might have expected from anyone she knew now.

"Yeah…but don't tell Bella or anyone, please, no one really knows but you now," Celine said, almost pleading. She didn't know why she had said that to Leah, anyway. Sure, she hadn't been thinking, but she was careful about that sort of thing. Thinking or not, normally she wouldn't have let it slip.

"I won't," Leah assured her. "I'm…kind of surprised. I wouldn't have thought that at all."

She let out breath she hadn't realized she was holding in relief as Leah told her she wouldn't tell anyone. "Thanks," she said softly. "I guess you wouldn't. I never talk about it, really, even when I lived with Renee...she knew, though. It's just sort of a part of me. Just there." She shrugged a bit.

"Yeah?" Leah took a small breath. She seemed hesitant. "I'm…not really that into guys, either. But I guess I'm in the same boat as you—no one knows."

Celine had an idea that this surprised her more than it had Leah. "Really?" she said curiously, her voice expressing that surprise. "I wouldn't have guessed that, to be honest, ever."

"Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't have," Leah said, giving a soft sigh. "No one else would either."

Celine was silent for a minute, just thinking. "How long have you known?" She asked curiously after a moment.

"Oh…not too long." Leah sounded almost bitter. It made her wonder if something bad had happened to make her realize, or if she wasn't happy about being into girls. She didn't ask. She didn't feel like she knew her well enough to ask something as personal as that.

They talked for awhile longer, going from the topic of not liking men to things like their lives and then interests and school and work. It wasn't until another forty minutes had passed that Bella came up, knocking on the door and telling her she needed to use the phone real fast.

"Bella needs to phone someone," Celine told Leah, sighing a bit, disappointed that she had to hang up—she enjoyed talking to the other girl. "But you can call anytime. I won't mind."

"Alright…I'll talk to you later, then," Leah responded, sounding a little disappointed herself, unless that was Celine's ears just hearing something they wanted to.

"Alright. Bye," she said.

"Celine," Leah said quickly to stop her from hanging up. Celine said something along the lines of 'yeah?', pausing. "I, uhm…would you like to go to the movies with me this weekend?"

She smiled happily. "Definitely," she said. "What about Saturday night?"

"That'll work…" Leah sounded a little brighter now. "…I'll pick you up around eight?"

"It's a date." Celine smiled and they said goodbye; she hung up and got up from her bed, going to the door to give the phone to Bella.

"What're you so happy about?" the older girl asked curiously as she took the phone from her.

Celine gave an almost impish grin, shaking her head. "Think I've just made a new friend." She shut the door with Bella looking at her quizzically, laughing a bit and going back to her bed, laying there and staring up at the ceiling, excited for Saturday to come.

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Come Saturday, by six o'clock, Celine was already starting to get ready. She spent extra time figuring out what she would wear, laying it out on her bed and then grabbing a shower, shaving and blow drying her hair once she had gotten out. She dressed and brushed her teeth, curling her hair loosely and doing her make up, just thick black eyeliner and mascara like normal. Her outfit was a little more than usual; black leggings and white and black wedges, a black and white plaid, knit pleated skirt that was a little short over the leggings. She had on a snug black long-sleeved shirt on, off the shoulder, with a black, long-sleeved off the shoulder shirt on, white bracelets on her wrists and a white belt loose around her waist. She strung a black and white plaid scarf around her neck to match the skirt and swiped on a bit of pink lipstick to add a little bit of color to her look.

She had a feeling Bella knew something was up, but all she had told her was that she was going to see a movie with some friends. Just a few minutes before eight, she heard a car pulling up and, figuring it was Leah, practically ran down the stairs after grabbing her purse (filled with gum, her phone, make up, money and things that hadn't been taken out of it for weeks, a typical teenage girl's purse). She was disappointed when she saw Edward standing in the living room instead of Leah.

"Oh, hey," Celine greeted him, setting her purse on the counter and leaning against it, her eyes going to the window a couple times.

"You look disappointed," Edward said, leaning against the couch and giving her a smile. "Expecting someone?"

"Yeah. Going out with my friends, I thought you were them," she said with a shrug, laughing. "I'm surprised Bella's not down here already."

"I think she's still getting ready," he said, shaking his head. "I'm taking her out to dinner."

"Bella, actually spending time getting ready for a date? That's a shocker," Celine said, laughing.

Edward laughed along with her, and they both glanced towards Bella a bit impishly as she walked down and asked what was so funny. "Oh, nothing," Celine said easily and heard another car pulling up. She knew for certain this time that it was Leah; it couldn't be anyone else. "I'll see you guys later!" She saw an odd look on Edward's face and glanced at him curiously for a second before brushing it off and snatching up her purse, leaving the house and shutting the door behind her. Leah had gotten out and she walked to the passenger side, opening the door for her.

"Hey," she said softly, smiling and slipping into the car. Leah shut the door and got into the car with her, buckling her seatbelt. She leaned over her, pulling her seatbelt over her and clicking it with a grin.

"Charlie's a police officer, and you're not even gonna buckle up?" she said playfully and Celine pouted a bit, laughing.

"Well, y'know, he's not really my dad," Celine pointed out. "I'm just visiting. So that means nothing."

Leah smiled. "I guess you're right," she said. "So…what do you want to see?"

Celine thought for a minute. "Something scary," she finally decided. "I like horror movies. Do you?"

Leah grinned. "Yeah. Scary it is," she agreed, nodding. "I think there's some ghost movie showing, it's supposed to be pretty good."

"Alright," Celine said. "We'll see that then."

They fell into a fairly comfortable silence, the radio playing softly. She pulled out a compact from her purse when they parked in the theater's parking lot. It had taken a few minutes to find a parking spot. She checked her make up and noticed Leah watching her; a soft blush came to her cheeks. "Don't worry, you look great," Leah said softly, sounding a little shy.

"Thanks," Celine said, smiling. She stepped out of the car, meeting Leah in the front of it. She decided to leave her purse in the car. She and Leah were walking close; she felt Leah's hand bump hers. The next time she did it she got what the hint was, and, despite the soft blush that returned to her cheeks, she slipped her hand into Leah's larger one. She felt tiny next to the girl; she had to be, what, 5'10? Close to six feet? She was like a giant.

She felt Leah lacing her fingers slowly through hers and smiled softly before frowning a bit. "You're really warm," Celine said, sounding a little surprised. They were standing in line to get tickets. "You're not sick, are you?" She asked, wondering if maybe she was and she just hadn't wanted to call off the date.

"No, no, I'm not sick. I'm always this warm," Leah assured her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. She smiled down at her.

"If you say so," Celine said with a quizzical smile, shaking her head. They got to the front of the line and got their tickets. She tried to pay for her own; Leah wouldn't let her and they argued for a moment, but it ended with Celine pouting playfully and Leah paying for both. They made their way into the theater. It was easy to ignore the stares they got from holding hands, at least for Celine. She had a feeling, though, that Leah hadn't had a girlfriend. Ever. Or gone on a date with a girl—at least not being this…public, about the fact that they were even on a date. She had said no one knew she wasn't exactly straight, after all. So she wondered how Leah felt about the stares—she seemed alright.

"Do you want a drink or a snack or something?" Leah asked. Celine shrugged.

"Sure…some popcorn and a coke?" she said, grinning. Leah smiled and said 'alright.' They got their snacks and went into the theater, finding seats a little near the back, still holding hands; Leah was holding both of their drinks in her arm and Celine had taken the large popcorn. She set it in her lap and Leah put the drinks in the cup holders on the armrests. They talked quietly as they waited for the lights to dim down and the movie to actually begin, settling back into the seats.

When the movie finally did begin she looked towards the screen. After a good twenty minutes or so she felt Leah's arm sliding around her shoulders; she smiled softly, leaning to the side a bit and into Leah's side, resting her head against her shoulder. She could tell by the way the other girl moved that she felt a bit awkward and, in an attempt to make her feel a little more comfortable, Celine leaned up to press a soft kiss to her warm cheek—she could feel her smile as she did so--before resting her head back against her shoulder.

The movie was good, and it was also scary. Every time she jumped Leah's arm would tighten a little around her, almost protectively, more comfortingly. She liked it, and she was disappointed once the movie was over. They talked about it as they left the theater, Leah's arm staying around her shoulders as they walked back to her car.

The older girl opened the door for her again and she smiled her thanks, slipping in and not buckling her seatbelt, just to have an excuse for Leah to lean over her, brush against her like she had before to put it on for her. She knew Leah had caught on by the way she smiled at her as she did it, but she only gave a cheeky grin back.

This time as they drove they talked—about the movie, about the date itself, about each other, and it felt like they were back at her house within minutes. Edward's car was parked out front. Celine knew she didn't like Edward—she didn't know why, but she knew she didn't like him nevertheless—but Leah walked her to the door anyway. "I had a great time," Celine told her softly, smiling up at her. They were holding hands again.

"So did I," Leah said, smiling. "Are you doing anything…Tuesday?" She asked, having to think about a good day.

"Besides school, no," Celine said, shaking her head.

"Well, I don't work Tuesday…do you wanna maybe hang out at my place?" Leah asked, seeming a little nervous about asking her, but asking still and smiling hopefully.

"I'd like that," Celine said, giggling softly.

"Great," Leah said, laughing a bit as she giggled. "I could pick you up from school?" Celine nodded, liking that idea. Leah was fiddling with her hair a bit. "You look cute, by the way," Leah said in a softer tone, and Celine moved a little closer automatically.

"Thanks," she said, blushing a bit and smiling. Leah's brown eyes rested on her face, seeming to study it. To the werewolf she was unbelievably pretty, adorable and gorgeous. She hadn't ever seen any other girl like this before and it scared her a little bit, but she was being forced to follow her feelings—and maybe she didn't really mind.

"Can…can I kiss you?" Leah asked softly, making Celine smile.

"You don't have to ask," she told her in a soft tone, and a moment later Leah leaned down. Their lips touched gently; Leah's were soft and warm. Their lips lingered against one another's for a long moment, kissing gently before they pulled away hesitantly.

"I'll see you Tuesday," Leah said, smiling gently. They hugged.

"Call me tomorrow?" Celine said as Leah started towards her car.

She turned her head to look back at her, grinning. "Of course I will," she said before getting in her car and leaving.

She walked inside to find Edward and Bella on the couch watching TV; Edward turned towards her and gave her that odd look again, but she went upstairs, not caring about it. Why would she? She had just gotten back from what may have been the best date ever for her.

AN: Hope you liked it, reviews please? :) I need motivation to keep updating! xD