The next day, Mark returned, this time carrying a large book. He hoped he could get slightly ahead on his summer reading list while he waited for Sadie to speak.

He entered the room quietly, closing the door behind him. Sadie didn't react at the sound of the door closing, or of Mark sitting.

Mark sat and got himself comfortable as he opened his book.

Sadie heard the unmistakable sound of someone turning the pages of a book. She wondered what the boy was reading, and if it was a good book.

After a short while, her curiosity got too much to bear.

"What are you reading?" she asked him in the same quiet voice she'd used yesterday.

"Macbeth," Mark answered, effectively masking the satisfaction in his voice. It hadn't taken as long as yesterday for her to speak.

Mark wouldn't have heard the next words Sadie spoke if he hadn't had a werewolf's enhanced hearing.

"What's done cannot be undone," she quoted quietly.

"So," thought Mark, "she likes classics." He wondered where he could get another classic he could lend to her, and maybe gain her trust. He thought of his cousin Stacy. She had a lot of classics that she'd read when she was younger, maybe she could lend him one.

Mark thought it over and over as he waited for Sadie to say something else, but she didn't speak again that day.

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Mark went directly to his cousin Stacy's after leaving the elegant Cullen house. He knocked impatiently.

After a short while, Stacy's fiancé opened the door.

"Hi," said Mark "is Stacy home?"

"Yeah," the large man answered, and let him in.

"Mark!" a high voice said, and suddenly Mark received a large hug from his loving cousin.

"Hi, Stacy," Mark said. "Do you think I could talk to you for a second?"

"Sure, Mark," Stacy said, and led him to the living room.

"Look," Mark began, "I need for you to lend me one of your classic books, it's for a friend of mine. She's a big fan of those, and she doesn't have any. Do you think you could? I promise I'll bring it back in perfect conditions!"

Stacy smiled, "A friend, Mark? Just a friend?"

"Yeah! Just a friend."

"Well, sure! I'll lend you one of my classics, in fact, I have a few right here!"

Stacy turned and began looking through the books cluttering one of the living room's tables. She searched through the large pile, and finally found what she was looking for.

"Here we go!" she said happily. "I'm sure your 'friend' will love this book. It's 'Little Women', a beautiful book, if you ask me."

"Thanks, Stace," Mark said as he was led back to the front door.

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Mark returned on the third day carrying two heavy books. One was Macbeth, the other, Little Women.

He entered the room quietly, but instead of going to sit on the couch, he went over to the chair by the window. Sadie was still sitting there, her eyes glued to what she was seeing outside.

Mark stood in front of her, blocking her vision. Sadie, confused, looked up.

"Hi," Mark said, "I brought you something."

Sadie curiously looked at Mark. He offered her one of the books he was carrying.

"My cousin said it was a good book," he stated.

Sadie's eyes overran, and her hands shook slightly as she took the book from the large, warm hands holding it. She held the book as delicately as if she was holding a porcelain figure, then hugged it.

"Thank you," she whispered fervently, "you don't know how much this means to me."

Mark turned to go back to the couch where he'd been spending his time.

"Wait," the quiet voice stopped him. Mark turned around and saw Sadie standing. She approached the immobile boy, and looked into his eyes.

Mark didn't expect what Sadie did next. She put her arms around him and started crying into his shoulder.

Slightly awkwardly, Mark hugged her back. Sadie kept crying.

After a short while, Sadie calmed down, and she pulled away.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I don't even know your name."

"It's Mark."

"Well, thank you Mark. And I'm sorry for that, you don't know me, it was completely inappropriate."

"It's ok, you needed it."

Sadie smiled up at him. This boy reminded her of one of her friends back home.

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Mark stayed a long time with Sadie, that day. They read in company, her sitting in the chair, him on the couch. After dark had crept in on the house, Mark stood up and stretched. A small thud called his attention to the girl by the window. She was fast asleep; the thud was the book as it fell out of her hand and onto the floor. Mark smiled slightly, and went over to her.

In sleep, her face looked peaceful, as if the weight had been taken off her shoulders.

Mark thought it wouldn't be a good idea to let her sleep on the chair, so he lifted her up, being careful not to wake her. He slowly walked to the bed and lay her there. He pulled away softly, and then noticed that one of Sadie's hands had curled around his arm, and was holding him there.

Mark smiled slightly, then carefully opened the small hand holding him, and laid it next to the sleeping figure.

(A/N) Awww! How cute! Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Seriously, it's like I'm on some inspiration high.

Catty: I don't know why, it's not like I'm drugging you or anything. Oh, and don't forget the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Little Women, or Macbeth. I do own Mark, Sadie, Stacy and Stacy's fiancé, though.