-------- Ok, to answer some, er, questions….

How old is Niomi?

Niomi has just started High School. I haven't decided when her birthday is, but not late like mine, so she's fourteen.

Max's Past (not really a question but whatever)

Twilighter when you figure out what seems vague about his history please let me know so I can answer that or, if I haven't yet decided myself, make it up! :-D

Annnddd oh, I'm looking for an editor…any offers? --------------

Max and I head to the park. It's not a jungle-gym type of thing, but a park with benches and a little creek and lots of trees. That kind of park.

"Max, how did you change around all your classes?" I inquire. Max just shrugs, "Asked? Well, I got Lilli to call and…it was hard to do, but I did it." "But why –" "Hey," he cuts me off, "If you're going to go all Spanish Inquisition on me, I want my answers too." "Fine." I agree huffily.

"Um…" Max thinks for a moment, "Uh…" he thinks for another moment. "What? You kicked up a fuss and don't even have anything to ask?" I laugh. Max smiles. "Ok, I got one. How much does Kennedy know about this?" I bite my lip, "About what?" I say innocently. He rolls his eyes, "The project, the classes, the studying…the whole me being a vampire thing?"

I blush, "Um, nothing. I can't…tell her…anything." When I hear my own words, I feel like kicking myself. And Kennedy. And Max, even. I can't figure out who's at fault – me, him, or her? Because…aren't best-friends supposed to tell one another everything. Kennedy and I always used to. So why haven't I told her about Max? Incase she get's mad…jealous, even. But over what? She has a crush on him but Max and I…we're just friends…right?

"You go," Max reminds me, and I nod. "Yeah. So. Um." I flinch at my awkwardness, "Anything in Twilight. Is any of it true? Or is it all false?"

"Well, as far as I know there isn't any Cullens or Blacks or Swans. As far as I know, none of her characters are real. But, obviously, vampires are…" "What about everything else?" I press. "That's two questions in a row." He points out. I shake my head, a smile playing on my lips. "Just answer!"

"Well, let's see…no Volturi exists." "Too bad!" I frown. They always sounded kind of cool – terrifyingly evil, but still kind of cool. Max chuckles, "We don't sparkle in the sunlight, obviously," He looks upward and holds out his arms, the last rays of summer sun hitting him. I'm a little bit disappointed, I'll admit that. No sparkling? Oh, well. What about… "My eyes don't change, either. I have to go out and hunt, but my eyes…they're always just plain brown."

I don't think your eyes are just 'plain' brown. I think they're to die for. STOP THAT! I've had crushes before. A couple. But never, ever, have I liked the same guy as Kennedy. Mostly because Kennedy has never, ever, liked a guy. I can't believe I'm falling for – not only her crush – but her first crush ever.

"Can you run super fast? Is your skin really cold? Do you breathe, eat?" I pester him. Max laughs, "That's way passed your fair share of enquiries!" He protests. "Please please please?" I beg, "Then you can ask whatever."

"Alright," Max agrees, "I don't breathe, I do have cold skin, I'm fast but not strong, and I don't have to eat but it's no big deal if I do. There. Now, my turn." He grins and I add in my own satisfied smile. (A/N any questions I missed that you want answered? Let me know.)

"Right then. Have you ever had a boyfriend before?" Max asks. I shake my head, "No." I reply. "Kissed a guy?" he questions, "No." "Or girl?" He adds. I give him a look. "Jusssst asking! It could have been a dare, seeing as you never back down from a dare." He reasons. I laugh.

"Favourite colour?" "Mint green." "Favourite holiday?" "Thanksgiving." "That's not a holiday." "I consider it one!"

We end up talking, laughing, and eventually sitting down on a bench just in front of the creek. It's all a rather cheesy scene, one from a movie, like.

"Truth or dare?" Max questions. "Dare." I decide. "Damn." He mutters, "What is it?" I inquire. "I was hoping you'd choose truth. Then, I'd know you were doing it because you wanted to." He says. "Doing what?" I ask.

Max leans forward, just a little bit, just nearer to me…my lips…and I know he's going to kiss me. I just know it. I think of Kennedy, how he's her crush, and yet I don't care. What's meant to happen, happens – right? Anyway, how more perfect could it get…my first kiss in this totally Hollywood romance place?

But, suddenly, I'm aware of someone watching us. I look over, and there she is. Ohmigod Ohmigod….This seriously MUST be a movie. Things like this just don't happen in real life.

"Niomi!?!" Kennedy yelps, and sprints away.

------- What do you think? Are things happening to fast or to slow? -------