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: This is the first of three chapters that I will be posting tonight. And after that it might be a little while for the next. I'm not exactly sure. Hope you enjoy. Please review if you have any questions or comments or ideas.

17: The Sleepover.

APOV

It's been about six weeks since my first date with Cole. Serena and I haven't talked a whole lot and I feel bad about that. Cole has been walking with me to classes and we've been talking through lunch.

Its fall break though and last night Cole took me to dinner and a movie. Today Serena is coming for a sleepover. I love having long weekends but my English teacher decided to put a downer on things and make a paper be due the Tuesday we get back. Serena and I decided that we would have fun tonight and then tomorrow we would work on our papers.

While it will be nice to hangout with Serena it is going to be a little strange to not talk to Cole. In the short time that I've known Cole he has basically become my everything. We spend as much time as we can together. We have even gotten to the point that if there is silence, it is a comfortable silence. I think my family could even tell that he took up a lot of my thoughts, so much so that I've gotten a little side tracked with trying to figure out how to talk to my parents about them and the rest of the family.

I feel like for the most part that Cole and I have gotten close. But really I feel like I don't know as much about him and his family as he does mine. It even feels like the family might think he is holding something back because they seem to be cautious around him. But why would he be holding something back?

I shook my head looking around my room I wasn't going to be distracted while Serena was here, at least I'm going to try and not be. Aunt Alice and mom had bought a lot of junk food for us. Aunt Alice had put it all in various decorative containers. Some of which are now lying around my room and the rest are downstairs in the living room.

"Adora"

I spun around in surprise to see mom standing in the doorway.

"Sorry, come tell your dad and the other guy's bye. They're leaving and Serena should be here soon."

"Okay,"

I followed mom downstairs to say goodbye. It was going to be a house full of women basically. Well except for when Jacob came around. I don't really get why him and Nessie haven't gotten married yet.

Whatever, I was just grateful at the moment that everyone was going on a camping trip. Although, now that I think about it I don't remember seeing camping gear, or at least not enough for what I would think a group would need. Oh well. I pushed that thought aside saying goodbye to everyone.

"Why didn't Aunt Bella stay?"

"She wanted to spend time with Edward."

"That's not it Rose. She just isn't into all this girly stuff that we are going to do. She knew if she stayed I would make her join us." Aunt Alice rolled her eyes.

A couple of minutes later the doorbell rang. When I opened the door Serena's eyes were wide as she looked the house and walked in.

"This place is amazing." Serena said as she put her stuff down in my room.

"Thanks."

"I hope you are ready for this. My Aunt Alice has a bunch of girly stuff planned for tonight."

"Oh really"

"Yeah, she basically lives for times like these. Just give me a sign or something if it gets to be too much."

She laughed, "I'm sure it'll be fine."

She grabbed a handful of skittles as we headed downstairs.

The night was fun and went by pretty quickly. We got to pig out on junk food. Aunt Alice had facials for us to use and while they sat she gave us manicures and pedicures so we could relax. We then watched a marathon of movies from chick-flicks, dramas and horror movies. We waited on the horror movies till it was dark outside and then turned out the lights in the room too.

"Your family is a lot of fun." Serena fell back on my bed.

"Thanks. That wasn't even everyone. The others went camping."

I turned around after pulling out some pajamas. Serena was biting her lip like she wanted to say something.

"What?"

"Um, well…you can say it isn't my business but your family they look so young and your granddad is a doctor…do they have plastic surgery or something?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "No, they don't. I don't really know how to explain it. Maybe it is good genes but they have always looked young."

"Wow, then those are some really good genes then. I mean your mom doesn't look like a mom."

"Yeah, they adopted me. I don't think she had been out of high school for too long when it happened."

"Cool."

"Yeah"

As I came out of the bathroom I stopped. It got quiet but before it did I heard someone say, "Do you think this will make her ask now?" Maybe it was just the TV.

We slept late and lingered in the morning trying to put off writing our papers. We had lunch and decided to go ahead and start writing.

"What are your papers on?" Mom asked as she cleaned up lunch.

"Emily Dickinson and the themes she used in her writing."

"Well be sure to let us know if you need anything. I'm sure we have some copies of her books here somewhere if you need them."

"Thanks mom."

After a while Serena leaned back letting out a puff of air.

"I hate writing papers."

"At least it only has to be three or four pages."

"Thank goodness. I've got like two and a half, almost there. How much do you have?"

"Four…and a half," I looked up at her. "The limit is six. I'll probably do some editing. I got carried away I guess."

Serena shrugged and got back to her paper.

I guess I did get carried away. My mind had started to go in different directions. One of the themes I ended up writing mostly about was death. After having watched horror movies last night my mind went in different directions. One stayed on the paper. Another went to those in the horror movies that can't die the ones that can't grow old. Death. Immortality. Forever young. A family that looks the same year after year.

I rolled my eyes. Emily Dickinson wrote fiction and well horror movies are…fiction. No truth to any of it.

Serena and I finished our papers and edited each others. We hung out for a while longer before she left. I had another night before everyone came back from the camping trip. Then, it is back to school. I said bye to Serena and then headed upstairs to call Cole.