A/N: So I'm back from Theatre Camp, and I must say, it was the best week of my life. So here's a chapter!!

Song: Adore - Paramore

The next day at work was quiet. Adelaide and Scott couldn't look at each other, let alone speak to each other, and Mike was very confused about the whole situation. The store was busy, another wave of hikers passing through, for which Adelaide was glad, it kept both her hands and her mind busy. All thoughts of the previous few days had been pushed from her mind to be replaced with sales on hiking boots, tents, and assortments of various other hiking and camping necessities. All throughout the day, Mike would catch her eye and shoot a questioning glance. Adelaide knew he was curious, but thankful he wasn't the overly questioning type.

Much to Adelaide's displeasure, when there was a lull in the customers around closing time, who happened to walk in but Jacob Black. She groaned, nothing pleasant ever came out of her run-ins with him. She saw Mike shoot him a dirty look as well, but couldn't bring herself to glance across the store to Scott to gauge his reaction.
"Can I help you?" her voice was dry.
"I came in to talk to you," his voice was chipper.
"Well, I don't talk, so please either buy something or get out." She could have sworn she saw Mike smirk, but she couldn't be sure.
"Fine, I'll take this gum," he threw a pack of gum on the counter along with a dollar, "Have you thought about what I said?"
Adelaide rang it up and handed him his change, "Have a nice day," what she really wanted to say was 'leave me the hell alone'.
"I'll see you later," he winked and then walked out.
Scowling, she flexed her fingers, oh how badly she wanted to hit something…or someone.
"Someone's got anger management problems," Mike laughed, though eyed her fists carefully, as if he was afraid he might be her next target.
"I don't know what you're talking about. My anger and I are very happy together thank you," Adelaide responded pleasantly.
"You don't like him either?" Mike raised an eyebrow.
"Can't stand the kid."
"Oh, hey, I forgot to ask you, how was your date?" Adelaide froze, she had been hoping he had forgotten all about the date she had mentioned to him in passing. On the surface, he seemed curious about whether or not she had a good time, but by looking into his eyes she could tell what he was really curious about was why Scott and herself were no longer speaking, but didn't wish to ask it allowed. She decided she had to answer, but prayed he wouldn't ask for the dirty details.
"Unpleasant," it was all she could do to stop herself from glancing in Scott's direction. But somehow she knew if she looked, she would find him purposefully avoiding her gaze. "How was yours?"
"It was alright, nothing special." Adelaide felt bad for Mike, he was pinning for a girl he would never have as more than a friend.
She and Mike made idle chit chat as they grabbed their jackets and walked out to their respective cars.
"What happened between you and Cullen?" Mike finally blurted out, unlocking his Suburban.
"Just kind of a…falling out. You know how things are," Adelaide shrugged. Thank god she was a good liar, because Mike didn't press on why the falling out had occurred.
"I don't know what it is, but Cullens always tend to look at girls like you like you're something to eat." This caught Adelaide's attention, bringing back thoughts from the previous day. "See you later!" He called, driving off as if his words had no serious meaning, and to anyone but Adelaide, they wouldn't have. But she always tended to overanalyze everything.

Cursing, Adelaide pulled into the driveway to find a sleek, black Lexus sitting in the driveway. Though she was surprised to find that there was no unfamiliar car parked in the street or the driveway, seeing as how this was highly unordinary, Adelaide skeptically stepped into the house. Her mother was tan, unlike how she left, and was sitting at the kitchen table reading a Cosmopolitan and drinking a Martini. Apparently Aruba was the new Ontario.
"Clean up this house, it's filthy." The house was immaculate. Adelaide rolled her eyes, so much for a friendly greeting.
"Go screw someone," she sneered. "Oh wait, isn't that what you were doing in 'Ontario'?" she leered, using finger quotes as she said Ontario.
"You ungrateful bitch! After everything your father and I have done for you, you dare disrespect me?"
"Yeah, ok slut," Adelaide murmured under her breath, heading up the stairs. Her mother was still yelling about how they should have sent her off to boarding school as Adelaide shut the door, turned up the radio, and turned on her laptop.
She knew she was being absurd; there was no such thing as vampires. But what if…there was? Here she went again, playing the 'if' game with herself. She decided to humor herself; she wouldn't seriously consider the fact that maybe Scott could be something supernatural. She was being ridiculous, immature, insane, she told herself as she typed 'vampires' into a search engine and hit enter. After reading through several websites, she began to think maybe she wasn't as insane as she thought she was. Nearly every description fit Scott. She knew for a fact he wasn't human, so could he in fact, be a vampire? Sitting back she processed this thought. The whole notion was absolutely ridiculous, but maybe, maybe it was so ridiculous because it was true. Her thoughts flashed to that night in Port Angeles. Had Chris been trying to…shuddering, she instantly pushed the thoughts from her mind. Without thinking, she hopped off her bed, grabbed her keys, and rushed down the stairs and out the door. It wasn't until she was pulling into the parking lot of Olympic Outfitters that she was even aware of what she was doing. Without even bothering to turn off the engine, she dashed out of her car and up to Scott who had just closed up and was making his way to his Porsche.
"I know."
"What are you talking about?" Confusion and surprise spread across his pale face.
"I know what you are Scott." She could've sworn alarm flashed across his face before it was replaced by humor.
"Oh? And what am I Addie?"
"You're a vampire."
"I thought you said vampires don't exist."
"I did. I'm reconsidering my theory though."
"Really now…" Scott mused.
"You didn't deny it…" Adelaide said quietly, so quiet, that no human should have been able to hear her properly.
"Didn't deny what?"
"The fact that you may or may not be a vampire."
"I guess I didn't, did I?"
"How old are you Scott?"
"I told you Addie, I'm twenty-one."
"No, Scott. How old are you?" She stared fiercely into his eyes, determined to get his real answer.
"I'm one-hundred years old." He stared straight back into hers.
"Oh."
"Addie, this conversation we're having, does this mean I'm forgiven?"
Adelaide paused for a long while, carefully picking her words.
"Not completely…however-"
"Addie I can't say how sorry I am, I never intended to hurt you. I-"
She softly placed one finger to his lips, instantly silencing him.
"If I let you love me, could you be the one, and never hurt me again?"
"I promise, with everything I have." The moment he let those words slip his lips, she grabbed him behind the neck, pulling him down to her level, and pressed her lips to his.
Adelaide had let down her walls. She was tired of running, tired of denying what she felt for Scott. Every time he crossed her mind, every time she was with him, her heart would be faster and butterflies would infiltrate her stomach. She always seemed to be aware of where he was, and before she could even see him enter a room, the butterflies would appear. Everything about him made her feel as if she had never really been living before they had met. Maybe she was being young and naïve, but she had never felt the feelings she was feeling for Scott for anyone else. Nothing had ever made her feel so alive as when he smiled. The butterflies and the racing pulse were enough to drive anyone mad, but she never wanted to feel anything else. Any other emotion would simply be unacceptable.