A/N: This is a story written by myself and April Nichole. We share idea credit and the writing credit goes to April Nichole. She has other Twilight fan fictions, and I suggest you check them out.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this story, or any of the things from the original 'Twilight Saga' by Stephenie Meyer. But I, and April Nichole, do own Adora Mireya, and everything that happens to her in the past and future.

A/N: Hey, I don't think anyone got an e-mail saying Ch. 11 was up. So go check that out. Then come back, and read this chapter.

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12: Questions.

APOV

I got in the car and buckled as dad started the car so we could leave. Things were quiet for a few minutes and I kept staring out the window. For some reason it felt like an uneasy silence. Finally mom broke the silence.

"How was your first day?"

"Really good."

Dad seemed to be eyeing me through the rearview mirror. "Did you make some friends?"

"A couple," He didn't seem happy with that answer. But what can I really say about someone if I don't really know them myself.

"How were classes?"

Mom tried to keep the conversation going. "Not too bad. I think Art will be fun. The teacher seems kind of cool."

"I'm glad."

Things were quiet then. When we got home I went in and had a snack before watching some TV with Nessie and Jacob. I still had the feeling that dad was watching me and I was starting to get uncomfortable. I think mom could tell and she dragged dad off to another room.

RPOV

"You are making our daughter uncomfortable Emmett, now stop." I demanded as I dragged him into the kitchen.

"What am I supposed to do? We both know she met a guy today and yet I can't just come out and ask her about it 'cause she doesn't know yet that Alice can see the future." He pulled his arm free.

"I know that it is hard. Don't you think I want to talk to her about him? Or the other girl that she met too? We have to wait until she is ready to tell us about them."

"I don't like it and I don't like him."

"Emmett, you don't know him."

"Whatever, we are talking about my baby girl."

"Our baby girl," I reminded him. "It was bound to happen. So, we have to trust her to do the right thing."

He stood with his arms crossed looking out the back window. "I still don't like it but fine."

I rolled my eyes walking over to him. I set my chin on his shoulder wrapping my arms around his waist. "We have done a good job with her. I think she is a good read of people. Obviously, huh, considering she knows there is something up with the family."

He turned half way pulling me to his side. "Your right," he said wrapping his arms around me.

APOV

Over the next couple of weeks I started to get into a groove at school. Everyday I looked forward to seeing Cole at lunch and in study hall. Our lunch table had slowly started to grow too. A couple of people that he had met started sitting with us and Serena came and sat beside me too.

Now I was in Art class with Serena. We were working on a drawing for class. Mr. Meyer had put a pile of random things ranging from DVD boxes, cups, jars, and books. We had to draw what we saw from the pile. Serena was having a hard time. She said repeatedly that she wasn't an artist. I was doing fine with my drawing but I wasn't paying too much attention to it.

Cole had walked me to art class and had asked me a question. But, before he asked he told me that he didn't want an answer until study hall. On one hand it was good that I got to think about it but on the other I got to think about it and dwell on it. It was a double edged sword. He wanted to take me out sometime over the weekend.

My first thought is that I want to go. I want to spend time with him outside of school. Then I think of my parents. I hadn't been on a date before, well I hadn't been asked before either. So, I don't know how they would react to it. So, now I had to figure out what to say to Cole first.

I had made it to History somehow and now I sat trying to listen to my teacher. I couldn't help but stare at my paper in a daze though. Time was running out and I had to figure out what to tell Cole. Maybe there was some way of talking my parents into letting me go. This kind of thing was bound to happen sometime.

I made my way to study hall and waited for Cole to show. I had history to work on especially since I didn't really pay attention in class, so I pull out my stuff for that and sat wringing my hands together under the table. I jumped a little when the chair next to me was pulled out.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he chuckled as he sat down.

"It's fine." I said trying to laugh it off.

"So," he said with a little uncertainty. "Did you think about what I said?"

"Yes and…yes." My heart seemed to skip a beat. I really said yes. Now all I had to do was get my parents to say yes.

"You'll go out with me this weekend?"

"Yes," I said with a tad more confidence. "I mean I have to make sure it is okay with my parents but if they say it is okay then yes."

"Then I hope your parents say yes." He said with a smile.

"Me too," I said returning the smile.

We stared at each other for a minute before the teacher called everyone's attention to call roll. We kept eyeing each other through the corner of our eyes during class. I only got a little of my history homework done.

Cole walked me to my car like he had been doing for the last week and a half. I put my stuff in the back and then leaned my back against the car talking to Cole. I knew I wouldn't have too long before my parents would call to see where I was but I was going to enjoy my time with Cole.

The parking lot had almost cleared when we finally noticed our surroundings. "I should let you head home."

"Okay."

He reached over and opened the car door for me and closed it once I was in. I watched him in my rearview mirror as I drove off. He watched my car for a second and then he turned walking to his car. I kept smiling until I made it to the driveway.

I realized then exactly what I was fixing to have to do. With the way dad has been lately acting so strange I wasn't so sure this was going to go good. I parked the car and looked up to the house. I bit my lip trying to think of something I would say, nothing was coming to mind. I couldn't put this off. I had to go talk my parents. I took a deep breath and opened my door to face whatever was coming.