He dragged me in and before I knew what had happened we were seated. Foster was smiling at him self, his skin was paler than earlier but wasn't grey which settled me slightly. He picked up his menu and I let the relaxed expression on my face fall.
"Is everything alright?" He asked, looking over his menu, worry clouding his beautiful face.
"Yeah, I'm just… confused, I guess." I replied staring at my hands.
"Why?" He dropped the laminated cardboard and tried to stare into my eyes.
"Stop doing that!" I hissed fiercely looking anywhere but him, I was even shocked by the angry hiss that slid out of my mouth.
Foster just looked amused, "Ah you have noticed, not many people do. Well normal people don't usually notice."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I growled.
"Nothing," He sat back slightly, "it's just, well you must know that you are different." I wasn't sure how to take it so I said nothing. "Ok, for example, your dream."
"It was just a dream." I said exasperated.
"Maybe it wasn't." He told me quietly. My hand was really starting to hurt and I grabbed it, for some reason my logic said applying pressure would make it hurt less. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
He held out his hand, "Can I?" he asked. He hadn't bothered to ask me last time he held my hand. I nodded slightly and held it out for him to take.
Foster flinched when he touched it. I was alarmed by the sudden movement and he grabbed my other hand. "It's cold." He whispered.
"Well, if you were human, you would know that hands can be cold." I told him half joking.
"So, you know." He was still staring at my hand and was now stroking it. "It shouldn't be this cold." He breathed.
"Of course I know, I don't know what you are but my family found it highly amusing. And if I was turning into a shape shifter it should be hot, right?" I took back my hands and looked at him quizzically.
"Shape shifter? Why would you think you were turning into a shape shifter? And you know more on the subject than I do." He was obviously ignoring my open to "what the hell are you?"
"I just figured it was the reason my moods were changing so rapidly and why I was getting the weird dreams-"
"So you admit they are weird." He interjected smirking. A waiter walked over with our food and set it down in front of us.
"What on earth. We didn't order." I told myself and Foster smiled. "I hope you don't mind. I know you like pasta and I ordered it for you."
"When in heavens name did you do that? And how the hell did you know I like pasta?"
"Well, everyone likes pasta" he grinned at me and added, "and when you weren't looking?"
"Fine. If you're going to be like that. I won't tell you anything about myself either." I rammed food into my mouth so I couldn't speak. He rolled his eyes. We sat in silence for a while.
"I've worked it out." I admitted louder than I was supposed to. I blushed and Foster raised his eyes to look at me. "You manipulate people with your eyes."
"Really? Why do you think that?" He looked back at his food acting uninterested.
"How else would I have gone on a date with you, so quickly I mean." I added hastily.
"Well, maybe you wanted to, it's not a crime." I looked at my hand which seemed to me to have got longer. "Ah but I'm forgetting. Paul." My head snapped up.
"Wh-what are you talking about?" I laughed nervously, was it really that obvious?
"What happened with you two?" My mouth clamped shut. Even if I had wanted to tell him my body had gone so still I wasn't even breathing. It was my defence technique. It would happen mostly when I panicked. "Charlie?" I started breathing again and he placed his hand on mine.
"Ok I don't think I should ask you about that for a little while." He mumbled almost to himself. Once he was sure that I wasn't going to do it again he tried to ask me about my parents. "So, um, your parents are a very strange pair." I raised one eyebrow, I didn't trust myself to speak yet. "I mean being, what they are."
"Which is?" I whispered making sure he wasn't luring me into some kind of trap.
"Well, a vampire and a werewolf, sorry shape shifter." He concluded.
"Oh right. Well, um. I'm not one hundred percent sure on the details. My parents met when my dad was sixteen my mum was fifteen, at some newsagents or something. They lived in Washington at the time. He imprinted on her, he was a werewolf already, and he asked her out, and well you can guess the rest. They had my brother then two years later my mum became pregnant with me. She was walking home one day, she was thirty two weeks pregnant with me at the time, and she saw a man, she says he was very beautiful. He came towards her and she noticed that his eyes were red. She's never told me how he bit her but he did. The poison should have killed me but for some reason I didn't die. My dad sensed she was in trouble and took her to see Carlisle this doctor who lived near them, he was a vampire too, but he was a "vegetarian." He managed to save me and my mum. My dad didn't like her being a vampire at first but he copes even though he says she smells bad now." I laughed nervously wondering if he had understood anything I had just said.
"Huh." Was Fosters only reply. I rolled my eyes.
"What about your family?" I asked.
"Not much to say about them really. They're a bit boring."
"Oh come on! There must be something." I felt like this whole "date" had been me talking it was starting to get on my nerves.
"Alright, well I'm adopted. My father found me when I was quite young and has raised me ever since. My biological parents abandoned me."
"Oh. I'm sorry." I blushed brightly, smooth, Charlie, real smooth.
Foster shrugged but something other than his usual cool flashed in his eyes.
Charlie sighed. Against her will she blurted, "I fell for Paul on February the seventh last year." Foster looked surprised by my sudden outburst but he composed himself quickly. "It was at a friends party and well I don't really know what happened, I mean, I had been friends with him since I was eleven if not before that. Maybe it was the drink or maybe it was me seeing who he was clearly, for the first time. Well anyway, around last Halloween he had a house party and it ended up with me finding out he liked Sarah, they both felt guilty and me and Sarah ended up crying. One of the worst nights of my life. Me and Paul don't talk about it we're still a bit awkward I guess."
I sighed and Foster looked satisfied. "You still haven't told me what you are." I told him slightly agitated.
"And I'm not going to." He grinned and stood up, putting money on the table. "Come on, we don't want to be late for lessons." I grimaced and walked out of the restaurant, my arm feeling numb.
Oh and the plot… ok it doesn't thicken. Sorry if this was a bit boring, I thought some things should be explained, it will become more interesting and you will understand everything very soon. Please review. I just realised (Thanks to Barbiegirl22) that Foster sounded like he was in love with Paul. SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!!!!