Author's Note: Warning: This chapter is unedited in every way. Meaning I didn't even spell check! I just want this up. It will get revised sooner or later. So yeah, you've been warned.
Sorry, I had been trying to get this chapter out of me for sooooo long, it was so much harder to write than I thought it was going to be. Sorry if it feels like it's dragging on for a while then cuts out really quickly. It ould probably help me write if I got some feedback. FLAME me if you really want to, ANYTHING! if helpful for me. So yeah, here's chapter 3.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that could be associated with any sort of fanchise or just anything that didn't come out of my head. So yeah, no sueing please.

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Previously:

"Sadie!" he shouted as I stood up and waited for the bear hug.

"Uncle Charlie!" I said as excited as I could get.

"You'll never guess who was asking about you today?" Charlie said as he pushed me to arms-length.

"Oh?" I asked genuinely curious, "Who's that?"

"Victor Pent!"

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Chapter 3

I've always thought of Charlie as a father, but I have to admit, his matchmaking skills are not the best. Although I wasn't really surprised at the news he was about to tell me, Victor was a number of firsts for me. First best friend who was a boy, first crush, first kiss, first "boyfriend" and first "ex-boyfriend". We had a lot of history, but when I left Forks it had been sudden, almost overnight, I didn't really get the chance to tell him where I was going. I had always assumed that he took it as rejection, because he had never once tried to contact me. I felt really bad about it, because I sort of still did have those "puppy love" feelings for him.
"Victor Pent huh?" I stated as I tried to smile. Maybe if I smile and nod, he won't bring anything more of him up. I thought as my hopes where shot down.

"You know, that kid is going somewhere." Charlie directed more to the couple at the table than to me. Trying to impress someone Charlie? I thought as I pasted a confused smirk on my face. Did he think he was suddle? No, he was definitely trying to push something.
"Isn't that right?" Bella said from the table as she tried to hold back a giggle. I didn't know exactly what was going on behind my back, but apparently the two thought this was hillarious.
There's a few things in life I can't stand, one would be being out of the loop, especially when the loop involves the three other people in the room and not myself.
"What's going on here?" I asked really confused now. I turned to look at the two occupants of the table, whom where surpressing giggles. Which surprised me, amazingly enough. Then turned to look at Charlie again.

"Well, I would just say don't worry about getting settled in for tonight." Charlie told me. I couldn't believe how oblivious I am. He's trying to set me up with my former crush! Well, that's just great.
"He'll be around later, maybe you two should get back in the know." He continued. "You know, he was just crushed when you left."

For some reason beyond me, that felt like such a low blow. Maybe it was because I might still have feelings for him, or maybe because I knew I had broken his heart. But I was ten, he was eleven I got over it. Was it really that serious between us? I thought just before the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Charlie exclamed before he let go of his grip and walked out of the kitchen, toward the front door.
"Oh, just be happy that he's not trying to get you together with Jacob Black." Bella said before the two had another one of those secret giggles. I turned back to sit at the table before I put my head in my hands and prayed that people would stop trying to pry into my life. Charlie's voice and an unfamiliar voice could be heard from the foyer. I tried to hope for the best as I could hear the voices getting louder. I dropped my head on to the table, placed my hands on the back of my head and pulled my head into the table. If God existed, he would have striked me down that second. Wishful thinking.

"...She'll really appreciated that Chief." The unfamiliar voice said as it rounded the corner following Charlie.
"Sadie." The tone of shock could be easily detected. I lifted my head out of my hands and turned to look at the source of the voice. It definitely didn't look like the boy I remembered. He had lost all of the boyish charm that remained in my mind. He had become a man.
"Victor." I said sort of dumb-founded. "You've changed so much." I said as I stood up. Victor walked over to me and wrapped his long, strong arms around my small frame.
"You haven't changed at all. Sadie." He said while we embraced. He pulled me out of the hug to hold me at arm's length and gave me a good look over. "Okay, so maybe you have gotten taller." He kidded before he giggled a little.

Our eyes remained locked together for what seemed hours, just silently welcoming each other. It had been years since we've last seen each other. Those deep auburn eyes. They had always entranced me, they were always so welcoming and kind.
"Well..." Charlie said from doorway. Breaking our focus. "Maybe you two should go out for diner tonight. Catch up and remember the good-ole days." Charlie suggested. Victor clearly didn't want to interfere with me getting settled in as it didn't take him long to protest.
"You know, Sadie's probably really jetlagged and she would have to unpack and..." It was terribly cute that he was trying to make excuses so that he didn't impose on me, but I actually wanted to go out, so I had to step in.
"Victor," I said cutting him off, "my luggage can wait a night and I'm not that jetlagged. I'd love to go out for dinner."

Victor seemed a little surprised that I actually wanted to go out with him. Maybe he was nervous, although I really doubted it. From what I remember and heard about him, he's grown to be a really confident guy.
"Well, there's this really good Italian place in Port Angeles..." Again he was cut off, not by me, but by one of the two sitting at the table.
"Bella Italia!" Bella shouted, a little too excited, "It's a really nice restaurant. You guys should really go there." I was feeling very suspicious of Bella that moment. She never used to act like that, so why would she start then?
"Sounds good..." I said a little uncertain, "Just let me go freshen up." I said before turning to the table to grab Bella. I pulled her up the stairs behind me.

"So, I'm just curious..." I said as I ran between my new room and the bathroom. "It seems like you've changed..." I was a little concerned, because the Bella I knew would never act like she just had. "A lot." I ended my statement hesitenly while I tried to put some on eyeliner.
"Oh. It just that..." Bella hesitated as she sat down on the bed. "That restaurant has some history for me." She sighed, "Hey, maybe Edward and I should go with you two!" I knew that she was trying to change the subject and I personally didn't have the energy to pry the truth out of her.
"No, we'll be just fine alone. Besides I have a lot of catching up to do." I said going back into the bedroom and placing my makeup bag on to the dresser. I returned to the largest piece of luggage, which contained the majority of my wardrobe. I needed to get out of my skirt, it was much too cold in Forks to go around bare legged.
I pulled random articles of clothing out, looking at each intently then throwing behind my back after it's inspection. When I found the right jeans, I ran back to the bathroom and quickly changed.
"Alrighty then." I said as I fixed myself in the doorway to the bedroom, throwing my skirt on top of the pile of clothes I had just made. "I believe I'm now properly equiped to go outside now." Bella and I laughed, she knew what I was talking about. Just as she wasn't used to the weather when she first moved here, neither was I.

Back down stairs, Bella said bye to Charlie, Victor and I before she and Edward left. She said something about dragging me somewhere before school started, I wasn't paying too much attention to her. I didn't want to know where she wanted to take me anyway. Victor was becoming increasingly nervous as the two of us sat at the table across from each other in the kitchen. Charlie had a game to watch, or something. I figured it was just a ploy to give us some more time together. We hadn't spoken much in the minutes that we sat there. Just us. It actually gave me some time to notice just how much he had changed.
Victor had always been smaller than the other boys, but I guess with all the growth spurts and whatever else, he had caught up. He had an atheletic build, probably from playing a sport or working. But the trait that changed the most on him was his face. Even though I knew he was nervous, he kept this serious look on his face, sort of like he was disappointed or something. His jaw line was much more angular, having lost his boyish charm.
I shot him a nervous smile from across the table. If this had been a premonition as to what diner would be, my stomach was certainly protesting against my going. He looked at me with a messed up face. As if he wanted to ask me something really important, but he was just trying to grin and bear it.

"Maybe we should head out now." I said, cut voice cutting through the silence like a butter knife though a log. I was definitely feeling nervous, my stomach wasn't going to let me forget that anytime soon.
"Sure." Vincent looked up at me really suddenly. Maybe he was enjoying the silence? I didn't even know.
"My car or yours?" I raised my eyebrow. Guys never really took too well when I would ask them that dying question. It usually hit a soft spot with guys, my past experience with guys and cars, mix the two and it's never good.
He raised an eyebrow to my question, which made him look incredibly cute.
"Since when do you drive?" He asked, his rich, deep voice melting away some of the anxiety in my stomach. I didn't answer his question. I plastered a smug grin on my face before getting up from the table, grabbing his hand and leading him to the front door. I slipped on my shoes, not bothering to tie them.
"I'll be home by midnight Charlie." I said before opening the door. Charlie mumbled something about "and not a minute later" or something like that. I didn't really listen to him. I left the house, pulling Vincent behind me and he shut the down.

And there it was. In the driveway parked right behind the cruiser, My baby. A silver Corvette coupe. In order for it to get in that driveway at that time, I had to send it a week before I left my home. I had to hire a driver to bring it down, because I really didn't want to just have it shipped.
"You really don't give off the "I'm into cars" vibe Sade." Vincent said as he walked over to my car. I followed, grabbed his wrist and pulled him away gently.
"Stop drooling on my car, hun." I held up the key ring which contained the thing that hw currently wanted most. "Wanna drive?"

I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, either that or he was going to kiss me. To say that would have been awkward is an understatement. He grabbed the keys out of my hand said something along the lines of "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" and almost dove into the driver's seat. I slowly walked around my car, letting my hand grace the body until I made it to my door handle. When I opened the door I noticed how eager he was to get going. It wasn't everyday that he would get to drive something like my car.

When I got into the car, I fastened my seatbelt and waited for the very excited driver to pull out of the driverway. But to my dismay, Vincent still hadn't even started the car.
"Hey Sadie." Vincent said, I turned my head to look at him, his usual stoic and unreadable expression on his face, slowly turning into a smile. "Thanks a lot for deciding to go out..with me...tonight."
I smiled in reply, "Anytime." I assured him.
I don't know why but I felt like I owed him something, maybe it's because when I left all those years ago, I never said goodbye like I should have. Maybe I had felt sorry for not keeping in contact with him, at all. There was no reason for it. I was just so preoccupied with my stupid life that I never gave him a second thought. Whatever it was that I was feeling, I definitely had to make it up to him somehow.

The drive to Port Angeles was relatively long, with very little conversation to fill the forty-five minute drive. I knew that Vincent was enjoying himself, which is truely what mattered at the time.
When we got to Port Angeles the sun was mid-set, it was a late dinner, but I was fine with that. Port Angeles hadn't really changed all that much in seven years, it was still a tourist trap and you could definitly tell it was tourist season. Couples walking along all the little boutiques on the main street. It was kind of cute.
We got to the restaurant just after the dinner rush, so it was very easy to get a table. It was a really nice restaurant, probably the best that you can find in Port Angeles anyway. Seated at our booth at the back of the restaurant. We ordered our food, Vincent be grudgingly admitted the prices were a little steep. I told him not to worry about it.
The dinner was fine, we talked a lot more than the ride to Port Angeles. He asked me about my home on the East coast. I asked him about living in Forks, since it was going to be something I would have to get used to again. Then we talked through dessert about our childhood and we both admitted some feelings that were beginning to pop up again. Then we were done.

There really wasn't much else to do at ten o'clock at night in Port Angeles. There was a small bar, which both of us were too young to actually go into. We decided to go for a walk, just down the street. It was so great to get to spend time with Vincent again, we walked for such a long time before we decided that it would probably be best if we got back to my car.

That's when I got the most childish and rotten idea...
"Race you!" I said before jetting away from Vincent. I could hear protests, until he finally noticed how far ahead I had gotten. I started running backward so I could see his face. He was still yelling something about being a cheater when I felt a blow on my side, like someone was tackling me, pulling me to the ground with so much force. Seconds after I landed on the sidewalk I heard screeching tires and a very loud crash. I thought for sure I was a goner, which I would have been. I thought I should have been out cold after a fall like that, but I was infact fully aware. Especially aware of the body on top of mine.

I looked into his deep dark eyes. Our faces were so close. Our lips only centimeters apart. He was the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. And then he was gone.
I laid still on the pavement, so many questions flashing through my head. The only one repeating itself:

"Who was that?"

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So that's that. Please review, I will be patiently waiting for my first review before this story gets updated. Although it will probably get updated either way. Next Chapter is supposed to be in a new POV, but I'm not sure if I should do that or not. Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but either way it's not getting started tonight anyway. Thanks for reading, don't forget to REVIEW! Ciao.