Sorry one hundred times over. So I have decided to go with Julia and the having Rory every 3 chapters or so. I was writing a synopsis of 'Please Don't' & 'Say You Love Me' but, I thought it would be easy and a quick thing to do. Let me tell you, it's not. But hat should be up soon anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer- I do not own anything related to the Twilight series!

My foot was feeling too heavy, I kept accelerating too quickly. I could feel the instructor's eyes watching me and the speedometer while I desperately kept myself from attempting small talk and further distracting myself. Concentrate Julia, this isn't just another lesson, it's the test, do you want your license, or not?

My mind was warped around that boy, the one who had been sitting in that room, his intense and startling gaze never wandering. I had been doing that thing where you know that someone is watching you, yet you act like you don't, looking everywhere except meeting their eyes.

Again, I was getting caught up in my thoughts.

"I'm guessing that you didn't stop at that sign on purpose?" said my instructor with an exasperated sigh. He was in his mid to late thirties and looked like he was caught in an argument with himself over whether he should dress casually or formally for his job, which resulted in a pair of slacks and a sweater vest over a short sleeve knit top. Of course, who was I to criticize him; at least he had a license, whereas my prospects didn't look too good anymore.

"Sorry," I said eyeing another stop sign up ahead and mentally reminding myself not to skip it. As I pulled to a stop lining up with the thick white line of paint, I could see another car on the opposite side, heading my direction. This shouldn't have surprised me, I was in a suburban area, it was just that I got the jitters in passing cars so close.

What did strike me as coincidence however, was the driver. It was the same boy as before. His face gave off the air that he was confident in knowing he had made no mistakes so far. I envied that feeling. He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, a lilting smile lighting his face. I grit my teeth and pressed the acceleration, still, stupidly, moronically, watching him, as opposed to the road.

There was a lot of noise, the push of an airbag inflating against my face, definitely whiplash, and a horrid smell of smoke when it happened, along with the heinous twisting of my insides at the realization of what had just happened. There was a frantic yammering of my instructor in the seat next to me, whipping out his cell phone. I jammed my door open and ran across to the other car, opening the doors pulling out first the instructor, who was an older woman who looked like she may be in shock.

"I'm so, so, so, so beyond sorry!" I apologized profusely. "Are you okay?" she just nodded; I went to the opposite side to check the boy. When I opened the door he leaned away a little, eyeing me, then started laughing, a deep chuckle smooth as melted chocolate. My face reddened with anger, I had just run into him with a car and he was laughing?

"What?" I said not bothering to ask if he was okay, I figured the laughing meant that he was.

"You crashed into me." He said nodding along with the words. My face kept its color of ripe-cherry-red, though with embarrassment now.

"Yeah, I realized," I said averting my eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked still, I could hear a bit of a laugh.

"Yes, are you…okay, that is?"

"A bit confused, shaken up, but yes, I'm fine." He replied, I really hadn't cared that much…okay, well I did, I was just shaken up myself that he had volunteered all that information after the stare down he had given me earlier.

My instructor came over, muttering 'yes's and 'no's into his phone. Then he hung up.

"The insurance people will be here soon, to take pictures," he said pinching the bridge of his nose, "Both of your parents are also on the way"

"Yes, of course" I said solemnly, swallowing hard. What was my dad going to say about this? I watched the ugly sweater-vest move farther away towards the other instructor.

"Well, this should be fun." The boy said sarcastically. "I'm Rory." He was staring at me intently again.

"I'm Julia." There was no hand shake, just a casual exchange of names. "So, um, how was your test going?" silly question, but I couldn't just let this silence drag on.

"Good, that is, until you crashed into me." He said, it was meant to be funny, I think, but there was no smile accompanied by it, and I was starting to do that thing again where you awkwardly pretend you aren't being watched when you know you are. "What school do you go to?"

"North Derby High School" he nodded again, calculating.

I spent the wait surveying the wrecked fronts of the cars, curling and uncurling my toes inside my shoes. It took a while, but eventually the insurance people had gotten there photographs, we had given our account of what happened and my dad was shuffling me into the car. This was going to be beyond embarrassing to have to explain to my friends come that night. Driving back in the car I expected the third degree from my dad. But it was the exact opposite. He even asked if I wanted to drive, obviously I declined in light of the situation.

We drove in silence until finally I couldn't bear it anymore. "Are you mad at me dad?"

Surprised he answered, "What? No, of course not."

"You're not?" I was cautious and confused, if my son or daughter had just crashed a car, I would be furious.

"No, I mean it was a test, it was seeing if you were ready for a license, and you're obviously not yet, but I can't punish you for that. Of course I will be expecting you to pay off whatever the insurance doesn't cover." He really wasn't mad at me.

"Yes, of course." I said, gleefully, I could definitely deal with that.

Another moment of silence passed between us, and then we pulled into the driveway. I jumped out the car, my dad on foot.

The house erupted with cheers when I walked in. A resounding 'SURPRISE!' not that it was really a surprise anymore. I'd been having pseudo-surprise birthday parties since I was 6. I plastered on a smile and hugged my best friend who was carrying a cake towards me.

I looked down at it; the pink and green swirls of frosting, the white base and chocolate inside, the candles were being lit below my nose. I didn't know what to wish for.

I thought back to that morning, what I had been thinking about.

That I was missing something, something like love.

As that was what I wished for, as petty and cliché as it was, I wished for love. And I knew that this would be a birthday to be remembered.

I know its short, but I wanted to get something to you guys today. Please Review! Tell me what you think is going to happen, what you want to happen, and anything else you would like to say!

-Mel (alwayssmile877)