The next day, I was ran into Edward in the diner.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked.

I shook my head.

He sat down and rubbed his temples.

"Headache?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm hearing too many thoughts."

"Uuuuuuh…"

"I can read every thought in this room," he said. "Money, sex, money, sex, pie."

"Pie?" I asked.

"Don't look at me he thought it."

The next day, I walked into the woods and Edward followed me.

"You're impossibly fast…and strong," I started. "You never eat or drink anything, you're incredibly good-looking…and you have amazing hair."

"Thank you," he said. "It's a gift."

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"How long have you been seventeen?"

Edward took out a sketchpad and started doing the math. But when he couldn't figure it out he just said, "A while."

"I know what you are."

"Say it. Out loud."

"V-v-v-"

"FUCKING SAY IT BELLA!!"

"Vampire."

"Are you afraid?"

"No."

He grabbed my arm and dragged me up the hill.

"Where are we going?"

"Where does it look like?" he asked. "You need to see what I look like in the sun."

When he stepped into the light, his skin sparkled.

"You're pretty," I said in a dreamy voice.

"Ugh!" He stepped out of the sunlight and said, "This is a skin of a killer, Bella."

"You're not a killer." We laid down in the grass as music played in the backround. "Where is that coming from?" I asked.

"I don't know," Edward said looking to see where it was coming from.

Later, I got to meet his family. They were nice. Except Rosalie. She was a bitch. I didn't know what her problem was.

Then we went to the baseball field to play. But it was a little strange because they all started singing I Don't Dance from High School Musical 2. The Movie was so gay. And so were the songs.

Afterwards, Edward took me back to his house and into his room.

"I have to tell you something," Edward said.