Shine by: The Morning Of

I step outside into the light
The sun is bright
I close my eyes
The summer caught me by surprise
And now I'm left here waiting
For you to tell me how it is
If I could only get a kiss
I could make you take a risk
On a boy who wants this

And now the sun has sunk below
The evening wind, it starts to blow
I catch the sent of your perfume
It lifts me higher than the moon

I'll be fine
If you stay by my side
Never felt this way in my whole life
Never had this feeling before tonight
Can't get you off my mind
Cause you shine, girl, oh you know you shine

Your eyes are brighter than the sun
They make me see that you're the one
Your smile takes my breath away
And leave me with nothing left to say
You aren't like any other girl
That I've met in this whole world
You're so much more than they can be
So won't you just be with me

I'll be fine
If you stay the night
Never felt this way in my whole life
Never had this feeling before tonight
Can't get you off my mind
Cause you shine, girl, oh you know you shine

I would give up forever to see the day
Where the both of us could just walk away

Never felt this way in my whole life
Never had this feeling before tonight
Can't get you off my mind
Cause you shine, girl, oh you know you shine

Never felt this way in my whole life
Never had this feeling before tonight
Can't get you off my mind
Cause you shine, girl, oh you know you shine
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Reluctantly, I followed my dad into a separate room, using my eyes to apologize to Demetri. He must have been just as confused as I was, because his eyes were wide in shock.

"What is it, Dad?" I asked, nervously. I had no idea what was with his reaction to Demetri, and it was nerve racking standing here watching him pace around the room frustrated and nervous. I could tell that he was stressed out, I just wanted to know why.

"What did you say that boy's name was?" he asked me, tapping his chin with his fingers rapidly.

"Demetri Cullen..." I said, unsure where he was going with this. I don't think that even he knew where he was going with this.

"Why?" I asked, when he didn't answer me. He put his head into the palm of his hand and began, "He looks like someone I... once knew." he said, grimacing at a memory I couldn't see. "But I just don't understand..." he continued, running his hands through his hair nervously.

"What is wrong? I don't understand why you're so stressed out." I said. I think that hit something inside of him, because he looked up from his frustrated pondering to look at me, almost in shock.

"Doesn't he look familiar to you?" he asked and when I shook my head, it wasn't the full truth. Somewhere inside me Demetri reminded me of someone, but I didn't think about it much because it scared me to do so. The thought quickly left my mind and never came back.

Gosh, he was a mess, the way he was slouched over with his hand holding his head up, his shirt unkempt and so stressed out. His forehead was even sweating. He still looked surprised, even shocked, by my answer. "Not at all?" he asked.

I shook my head no again and he looked away pained. "I don't know if you should talk to him anymore...." he began, but something inside me snapped. "Dad!" I yelled, startling even myself. I calmed down and collected my thoughts before speaking again.

"You don't know him, he probably just looks similar to this person you once knew. You don't even know him, I don't think we should judge him so quickly, based off of this."

He thought more and then sighed. He still didn't look convinced at all, and I could tell that he was secretly worried, but I knew that I had won this time. "Fine, but I'm going to keep an eye on him, just as a precaution. I don't trust that kid..."

I wanted to roll my eyes, but this is what I had expected him to say. "Thank you, dad." I said, peeking back into the room that Demetri was patiently waiting in. He looked so sad again, just looking at me through the wall and looking away a few seconds later. I could see the pain in his emotion filled eyes.

"Demetri is out there though, I think that we should go back out there so you can properly introduce your selves to each other." I said.

He didn't look fully comfortable with the idea, but he agreed to go in. I really wished that I knew what he was so worried about, why this person that Demetri looked like had shaken him up so much.

I walked out first, so I could talk to Demetri alone. "Sorry about that," I said awkwardly messing with my hair, "He's just.... dad."

His pained expression I saw through the door hadn't changed, and the look in his adorably dark eyes almost triggered my eyes to tear up. He only nodded in response. "Hey, are you okay?" I said softly and gently, looking up to him, trying to show him how much I cared with my own eyes.

'Eyes are the windows into peoples souls', my mother used to tell me. I wanted to usethat to show him what words couldn't. It proved to be true too because Demetri never verbally told me that he was hurting, but the look on his face, mostly in his eyes, told me that was the case.

He ran his fingers through his dark hair and looked down at me caringly, forcing a smile, "I'm fine." I frowned a little, because I knew that that wasn't actually the truth; his smile was much too forced, and his eyes didn't quite match it.

I bit my lip, and then decided to let my dad inside to officially meet him. "I'm going to have my dad come in now," I told him, so it wouldn't catch him off guard. Demetri nodded and I turned around to call my dad in.

"Dad, can you come here please?" I asked, and soon my dad came walking in, but sort of reluctantly.

"Dad, this is Demetri Cullen," I told him, gesturing toward Demetri. I turned toward Demetri and said, "Demetri, this is my dad, John Greenfield."

Demetri smiled politely, and said with an outstretched arm towards my dad, inviting a hand shake, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Greenfield."

My dad looked at his hand nervously, but eventually took it in for a quick hand shake. I could tell how hard it was for to try and be polite back.

Demetri's face contorted into the same pain I had seen when I was talking to my dad alone. "I'm sorry that you don't feel very kindly towards me, but if it's any consolation, your daughter is wonderful. I'm very glad to know her." As he said this, he wasn't looking at my father though, he was looking at me. His deep, passionate eyes searing into me.

My dad didn't know what to think, but I'm fairly sure that his fatherly instincts to not feel comfortable around any boy who liked their daughter as anything besides an acquaintance kicked in. He was barring his teeth in annoyance as Demetri looked at me the way he was.

I shot him a warning glance, and he relaxed a little. Sighing, he said "It's fine, Demetri. I can give you a chance here, I have no reasonable reason not to." he said, but something in the way he looked at him said that he wasn't sure if that was really the case.

"You did save my daughter and I really do owe you for that." His expression changed when he said this, now he was thankful for Demetri's actions, despite what ever was bothering him about Demetri. "If you hadn't, I don't think... I don't think she would be here with me right now." he grimaced and looked pained at the very thought of that. "Thank you, Demetri."

Demetri looked almost shocked by his sudden change of attitude for him, and then shook his head slightly, as if clearing his head. "You're welcome, Mr. Greenfield, I was happy to do it. I really do care a lot about your daughter."

For the first time, my dad smiled a real smile, it was small, but it wasn't forced. "I believe you when you say that. You seem like a nice young man."

Demetri smiled back, and said "Thank you." For a few minutes, no one said a word. It was almost like an awkward silence. "Well, dad, me and Demetri are going to go and... practice more guitar, if that's alright?"

My dad nodded, "That's fine. Oh, and Demetri, I think that as long as you are coming over, and friends with Adalia, we should get to know each other better as well. Not that I don't trust you at all, but I think that it would be nice to know who she's spending all her time with."

"Of course," Demetri nodded, and we were soon back in my room practicing more guitar, which I was actually doing pretty well at.

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Monday Next Week:

Me and Demetri have been hanging out every day this past week. We've gotten so much closer, I could barely believe it. Of course he would still have his moments where I was reminded of those walls that he keeps up, but we made each other happy. Well, I didn't know about him, but I did know that he made me extremely happy.

Renesmee told me that she knew it would work out, and seemed pretty happy about Demetri and I being friends just as much as I was. Me and Demetri actually planned for me to come over to their house in a few days so I could properly meet the family under better circumstances than the first time.

To my disbelief, Demetri and my father have been getting along famously. I guess that my dad was only paranoid for one reason or another, but now he really trusted Demetri more than he thought possible. I was so glad that they were getting along and that my dad actually seemed to like Demetri.

My friends have certainly accepted Demetri, but he didn't really talk to them that much, he still only talked to me the majority of the time. We drove to school together, and on the way back. We were pretty much inseparable by the end of the week.

I felt bad for Natalie though, because she never talked to me anymore. When ever I was around, she would pretend like I didn't exist. I didn't understand, but I felt horrible. I knew I haven't done anything wrong, but somehow she must feel like I did. I only hoped it wasn't over Demetri.

The only thing that I hadn't really been enjoying was this stubborn cold I've been having, runny nose and all.

When we got back to school in the beginning of the week, Demetri didn't have the art work that he was working on before. He told me that he brought it home and did it there. Now he was working on a painting; it was dark and fiery, like flames bursting into the air, devouring everything that would have been in the picture and leaving pitch dark shadows and a few shades of grey instead.

What was interesting though, was that there was a cool, turquoise, yellow, lavender and crystal mist that was also drawn into the picture, standing strong against the fiery flames around it. When the flames would have turned everything in it's path to a black hole, eventually destroying even itself in its path, it seemed these beautiful colors together was the only thing that could stand in its way and stop it from going any further. The colors were trying to light up what the flames had left in darkness. But then again, I was probably just looking to deep for a meaning.

Today, just like every other day, we went to my house after school. I couldn't get over this new routine, I had never been the one who would constantly have company, or would be with their friends all the time. I've never even had a best friend, but it seems that Demetri had quickly filled that void. Despite what I wanted to believe, I knew that I wished we could be more.

I... I was falling in love with him. That's the most reasonable answer I could come up with for what I felt for him. Although I felt very comfortable with him, I still felt the butterflies around him. I could never ask for a romantic relationship with him though, I didn't want to ask for more than I deserved. It would easily ruin what we had already if I did, anyway, if he didn't feel the same way. I couldn't imagine why he would feel that way.

We went to my house, and went to the guitar playing. By now, I had shown him what I could do with the piano we had, which I was very good at if I do say so myself. In my room, he was showing me how he played this song he wrote. It was beautiful, with a catchy but mesmerizing melody you could get lost in.

Sitting there, playing the guitar and being so blissful whilehe was doing it, he looked at peace. He really was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen, with his raven hair that complimented his paleface. His features were so perfect, it was really almost impossible.

And his slender, but toned body... wow is all I could say. I wanted so badly just to hold him, for him to hold me... I didn't even mind that he was so hard and cold. It was an odd thing, but it never really bothered me like it did at first. I never dared ask him about it though, it always jolted the thoughts I didn't want to think about to come back into my head.

Then I got an idea, this was picture perfect, at least for now. I grabbed my digital camera, and zoomed up on him while he was too engulfed in his song to notice. Snap, and the picture was taken with a flash of light.

He stopped playing and looked up, like a deer caught in the head light, and his eyes focused in on my camera. He looked at me with his head tilted to the side amused but questioningly.

"What?" I asked innocently, not doing a very good job at keeping a poker face.

"Why did you take a picture of me?" he asked, almost laughing.

I shrugged, "You looked so into it, so passionate and at peace. I couldn't help myself. Besides, I wanted to take pictures for that art project."

He laughed, with his eyes glimmering, and I couldn't help but laugh too, "What? I love taking pictures, and this looks good in black and white." I asked, between laughs.

He smiled now, the laughing calming down. He shook his head, amused, "You're really something, Adalia."

Time flew past us, and soon it was time for dinner. "Hungry?" I asked, getting up to go to the kitchen.

"No, I'm fine, but if you're hungry..." he said, getting up and following me to the kitchen. He never ate around me, I wondered what that was all about but quickly cut myself off. Don't think about that, don't think about that, I told myself. Don't get into that again, don't ruin it for yourself. After raiding the refrigerator for ten minutes, trying to find something to eat, I finally gave up. "Well it's official, there is nothing to eat in here."

He was now leaning against the island table, bored and staring at me amused, with a smirk on his gorgeous face. I must amuse him very much, because I've seen him make that expression too many times to count. "Let's go and get you something to eat then." he said, getting up and walking to the front door.

"No, that's fine Demetri. I don't have any money to get anything."

"I'll pay." he told me, determinedly. "No, you don't have to." I said, but he turned towards me interrupting my internal debate. "No, but I want to." I knew there was no changing his mind on this one.

I sniffled, fighting my annoying runny nose and sighed, "Fine, but I'm paying you back when I can." He chuckled, and said, "We'll see about that."

He swung the door open and held it open for me. "Ladies first." he said, gesturing out the door and bowing to me. I giggled at him, "Oh, thank you, kind sir." I walked out the door and curtsied, walking down the stone path out to the driveway.

When we got into his warm, expensive car, he smiled at me, and then he looked like he had just noticed something. "Why aren't you wearing a jacket?" he asked, looking at my bare arms.

I shrugged, and said "I'm not cold. I'm actually pretty warm."

He looked at me as if I didn't know what I was talking about, and said "Adalia, it's 45 degrees outside."

I didn't know how it could be that cold, yet I felt like it was a cool summers day. I sneezed, and then sniffled, my cold was acting up again. "That's weird. I really am warm though..."

His forehead scrunched up, as he leaned over looking at me worried. He rested the back of his cold hand onto my forehead lightly, and then backed away as if it didn't help what he was trying to accomplish anyway.

"What?" I asked.

"I wanted to see if you were coming down with a fever, but that's the opposite affect of a fever. If you did have one you would feel cold, not hot."

I sniffled some more, and looked around the neat and clean car for a tissue box that might have been laying around. "Do you have any tissues?" I asked, when he finally started the car and drove away.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't. We can get some tissues at the restaurant though, if you're feeling up to it?"

"Wait, restaurant?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah," he said, in the of-course tone of voice.

I put my hand to my forehead now, "Ugh, Demetri, I thought you were going to pay for some fast food or something, not an expensive dinner..."

He smiled, "It's not a big deal, I don't mind. It's on me."

I rolled my eyes, "Fine." I said, even though I didn't feel comfortable with him paying for me.

He smiled, and we drove a little longer, soon arriving at my favorite Mexican restaurant.

Smiling, I said, "This is my favorite restaurant..."

"I know," said Demetri, "That's why I brought you here. You told me before that you loved it here."

I looked at him, shocked that he could remember me saying that. "Thank you," I said.

We went inside the Mexican styled restaurant. The restaurant had the aroma of Mexican spices, and the lighting was low like a candlelit room. The walls were decorated with Spanish paintings of beautiful Latino women, and there were many sombreros hung up here and there.

We were led to our table, which was a small booth with a dim light hanging over the middle. I looked at Demetri, who looked to be studying the decor of the walls around him.

I smiled, "Do you like it here? I know that Mexican and Spanish aren't quite the same, but they are similar."

He smiled back at me, twisting the straw in the glass of water that the waitress had gotten him. "I do like it here, it's very... festive."

I chuckled and said "I wonder what would happen if you spoke Spanish to the waitress, to see if she knows what you are saying."

I was joking, but I could almost see the light bulb in his head flashing as he took it seriously, and looked excited as he looked around really considering it.

"Are you actually going to do that?" I asked, surprised. He smiled one of his enormous mischievous smiles once again, practically blinding me.

"Excuse me?" he began, trying to get one of the waitresses' attention. "Demetri, I wasn't serious.." I began, trying to calm his excitement.

Our waitress noticed, and walked over hurriedly. "Yes?" she asked, looking at Demetri. He smiled one of his killer smiles at her, and I wouldn't be surprised if her reaction was something like my own when he does that.

"¿Hola, señorita?" he said quickly, causing the waitress to look at him with no comprehension and confusion. I knew what he said, at this point because most people at least know what hello is and the term for a young woman in Spain.

"¿Cómo ha estado yendo su tarde para usted? ¿Usted no sabe español, le hace? ¿No?" he said this too fast for me to comprehend a thing that he was saying, and I just stared at him, my confusion growing.

All I could get out of his rambling foreign nonsense was that it was a question. The waitress was even more confused than I was, her face scrunching up in total puzzlement. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't..." she began, but Demetri interrupted her and went on rambling again.

"Esto es mi amor, yo significo a mi amigo, Adalia. Esto es su restaurante predilecto, y yo quieren hacer su feliz. Ella es una chica muy encantadora y maravillosa, pero ella no se da cuenta de eso. Espero que ella no sepa español porque yo no deseo que ella saber lo que digo."

The confused expression on the Waitresses face made me giggle. He was talking like an obnoxious, fast talking school girl, making hand gestures to tell a story. It was quite comedic, so I couldn't help but laugh harder.

"Ella es la chicamás adorable yo jamás he visto, y ella me hace más feliz que he estado en el mucho tiempo. Ella me hace quiero ser una mejor persona, en vez de es tan lejano. Quiero abrir hasta ella, y adorarla. Yo la adoro más que nada."

Some where in the middle of his fast talking, good motor skills, and rolling some of the letters, he would use hand gestures, sometimes towards me, or at nothing at all. He seemed to be talking with his hands also, all the while talking up a storm of a language that neither I or the waitress could understand. He looked and sounded so good when he was speaking his regular language. He seemed even more beautiful and exotic than usual while he fluently spoke in Spanish.

I never understood anything in Spanish, even if I had taken Spanish, I wouldn't be able to. The language was far too hard for me to get used to the quickness of the words. They all seemed to jumble up together into one giant paragraph of flowing nonsense.

Once he was done, she just stood there watching him like he had just given birth to cows. "I have no idea what you just said. I no speakie espanol." I couldn't help but burst out laughing at her awful attempt at declaring her lack of knowledge for the Spanish language. It was just terrible, and even I knew that.

I've only taken Spanish 1, but I didn't know enough to keep up with him, nor did I remember many of the words. There were few words I was able to pick out of his ramblings, and those were extremely basic.

She glared at me, and I tried to hold it back, "Um, sorry about that." I said, a small giggle escaping through. "I'd like a quesadilla, please." she looked at me a few seconds longer, and shook her head slightly before jotting down my order. "And you?" she said, turning towards Demetri.

"No, gracias," he said, showing off another one of his dazzling smiles. She just stood there, dazzled by his smile and confused like she had been before, waiting for the English translation. I giggled in a short burst, and then cleared my throat. "I believe that he said "No, thank you." I said, answering her unspoken question about what he had just said.

She squinted her eyes at us, almost glaring again, and then turned and walked away melodramatically. As she left, both Demetri and I erupted in laughter. "What did you even say?" I said, wiping away a tear from laughing too hard.

"I just asked her how she was doing, and went on and on about random things."

I lifted an eyebrow, surprised, "Was that really all? You were talking up a storm." I laughed some more, thinking about how fast he was talking. Foreign languages did that to me, I knew it was a legit language, but it always seems like nonsense when you don't know a thing about it. I couldn't help but giggle at it.

"Well, basically. I didn't mention anything notable though," he answered, but the tone of his voice made me wish even more that I knew Spanish. Yet another one of his brooding mysteries, I suppose.

Playing with the straw to my sweet pop drink that I had gotten and taking little sips, I looked up at him amused.

When he noticed, his lip turned up and he said, playfully, "What?"

Taking a little sip out of my red straw and chewing on the tip, I said, "I didn't think you'd actually do that."

"Well, there's a lot of things you'd be surprised that I would actually do," he said, still playful, but the undertone was almost serious.

I played along, "Oh, like what?"

"Well, for example, I may or may not be capable of hurting you." he said dangerously, and for the first time being around him I felt a different kind of chills. These chills weren't accompanied by the butterflies, it was fear, almost. His eyes were narrowed as he said this, his expression as dark as his hair and eyes. The fear wasn't of him, though; it was because he reminded me of something, or someone...

I gulped and sniffed again, and said with my nasally voice weakly, "Oh, I don't believe you."

He was leaning over the table with his dark eyes searing into mine, and said, "You should believe me."

Not that the fear was totally gone, because it certainly wasn't, but I wasn't as afraid anymore. I wasn't as afraid for me, anyway. I met his eyes and narrowed them defiantly, "You don't actually believe that, do you?"

He snapped out of his dark, threatening phase and his expression quickly melted to the sadness that was walled up like before. Quietly, he said, "I do."

I still had on my strong face, and kept my sick voice strong. "Well I don't."

He just shook his head at me slightly, as if I should know better, or as if he should know better. He was too god damn stubborn.

The waitress swooped by, setting the plate onto the table and dashing away quickly. Well she was being a little rude, I thought as I put salsa on my food and took a delicate bite.

Suddenly there were loud whispers coming from the booth behind me. I could tell that they were supposed to be actual whispers that couldn't be heard, but these bickering girls failed at that intention miserably.

"I don't know what is wrong with him..." said one whispering female voice.

"I know. What is he thinking? Adalia Greenfield? He could do so much better, like me, for example." said another.

"I think she really is crazy, and she's not even attractive. I mean, she's attractive if you're into girls who are just average. I just don't see the appeal." said another, nastily.

I didn't even know how to respond to their nasty words. I was mad, hurt, and I felt guilty for bringing Demetri into my misfortune. I looked up to Demetri, and he looked offended by their words, also. I looked down at the table, because I didn't want to see his face. I guess it was a form of me trying to be invisible at that moment.

Out of the corner of my eyes, Demetri gracefully lept out of his chair, and I almost thought he was leaving until he stopped in front of the booth behind me. Instantly, I looked away from the table and peeked over my chair to see Demetri and the girls in the booth.

I recognized them as soon as I saw them. They were Sadie Coscow and Chelsea Thomas, both mean girls that were just outside of Sophia's group of mean girls.

"Now, it is terrible manners to talk about people behind their back, especially when they can hear you rather clearly. You two should really work on your whispering skills, by the way."

They just looked at him in shock, and also in a daze for the fact that: One, he was gorgeous, and two, he was talking to them. He never had before, and it would be a significant event for them. They probably imagined him talking in a less belligerent tone, though.

He glanced at me, and then back at them, "Would you two lovely ladies," he said sarcastically, "like to share your gossip with me, rather than without my knowledge?"

These girls knew me since childhood, and they were almost as awful as Sophia herself. Chelsea looked down regretfully, with her glossy brown hair framing her face, but Sadie at him argumentatively, challenging him. "I would be happy to." she said, and shot me a dirty glance. She reminded me a lot of Sophia, with her flawless face and perfect blond hair. I'm surprised they weren't best friends, they were so much a like.

"You, Demetri, could have any girl in this town, but here you are spending all of your precious time with Adalia Greenfield. She is hardly in your league, you should really consider being with someone more worthy of you; someone like me."

Demetri rolled his eyes, "You are incredibly shallow, first of all. Second, she is more than worthy of my time. It is I who is not worthy of hers, and people like you who are most definitely not worthy of mine." he said with a disgusted, bitter tone.

The girls face contorted into shock and she was about to say something, but Demetri interrupted her. "Well we'd better get back to our dinner, good day." He said with a grin before he turned around and walked to his seat to sit down as gracefully as he had gotten up. The whispering didn't go on any longer.

I was almost as shocked as the girls were. I wasn't so much shocked as I was happy, though. He was defending me, and didn't even let them mention that I was crazy or wondered what it was about.

"Thank you," I said quietly. He looked up at me, and when I thought he wasn't going to answer, he said "Don't mention it." I still looked down at the table, afraid to look at him. What if it really did bother him that he was talking to me, the girl that no one thought was good enough to be friends with him?

I could feel him staring at me, and suddenly his cool fingers gently lifted up my chin like he had before. He positioned my head so that I was no longer looking at my plate, but at his face. "Adalia, nothing they say can change my opinion of you. I hope you know that."

"That's a nice reassurance," I said, trying to sound as happy as I was, but it came out a little shyly. I smiled a little, and he smiled back. "I hope that you are fully assured, then" he said.

I took a bite of my delicious spicy dinner. It was making my nose run worse, so I was rather sniffly and wiped my nose a lot. I ate all of my food, and some chips that we got on the side. Demetri was casually leaning back in his seat across from me, crossing his arms across his chest. As I shoved a mouthful of food into my mouth, his eye's widened in surprise, and laughed, "Wow, where do you put all that food?"

I squeezed my almost nonexistent stomach and scrunched over so that the skin was bunched up. "I dunno, I guess I store it in my jelly rolls." I said, jokingly. I was glad that he was trying to brighten up the mood.

He rolled his adorable dark eyes, "You're one of the tiniest girls I've ever seen."

"Oh, thanks." I said, rolling my eyes back. "There is a benefit to being small though."

"And what is that benefit?" he asked.

"I can fit through small spaces, say I was trying to get through a crowd or something, I could easily fit between the people. They don't usually notice either, because most people see right over my head."

"That's an interesting benefit, I definitely can't relate to that." he said.

"You can relate to the tall people who don't see me, though. You're so damn tall, excuse my French."

He laughed, "I don't believe anything that you had just said is in the French language."

Just then, I realized that we were leaning in towards each other, and for a moment, I felt like we were the only two people in the room. "You know what I mean."
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Demetri's Spanish Rambling Translation: "Hello, miss? How has your evening been going for you? You don't know Spanish, do you? No? This is my love, I mean my friend, Adalia. This is her favorite restaurant, and I want to make her happy. She is a very charming and wonderful girl, but she doesn't realize that. I hope she doesn't know Spanish because I don't want her to know what I am saying. She is the most adorable girl I have ever laid eyes on, and she makes me happier than I've been in a long time. She makes me want to be a better person, instead of being so distant. I want to open up to her, and love her. I love her more than anything."

Thank you for reading, and please please review! Reviews are my motivation to keep on going and get the chapters up faster. I'm not trying to bribe you, I am just motivated to not be as lazy about it when people tell me what they think and want more.

This would have been up sooner, had I been able to sign into fanfiction for the first couple days of this week. I'll try and get the next chapter up soon, hopefully that will be when the more exciting stuff happens if I can fit it in.

I put the translation above in by the way, because if you were curious enough to find an online translator to translate it to English, or if you know Spanish, it would probably be butchered. I used a translator to translate it from English to Spanish, an I'm sure the online translators aren't perfect.

PS. Thank you to Kelly for beta reading this! You were very helpful, and I can't thank you enough. =]