Hey. Sorry for updating last week. To make up for it I will update twice today. I really do hope this story is good. Enjoy.

By the way, I am still not S. Meyer.

Chapter Four-Biography Report

~Caleb Mason~

I sat outside her house for a few moments. I was a bit happy that the professor partnered me with Anya. I wanted to get to know more about her, and this project was going to help. When the professor said that the person sitting beside us would be our partners throughout the class, I was elated. But looking over at her, she seemed depressed and disappointed. That confused me. Why was she so unhappy about it? When I bumped into her in the parking lot yesterday, I don't think I did anything to offend her. So why was she so depressed about it?

I was a bit early to meet up with her at her place to work on our project. She told me to be here an hour after we got out of class. That meant 4:30pm. But it was only 4:25pm. Besides, I could hear the water running inside. So I figured she was in the shower. A few seconds later the water turned off. I picked up my phone to call her, to tell her I was outside. But there was not answer when her phone rang. I closed it and got out. I walked to her door and called again. There was still no answer. I closed the phone again and rang the bell. It was already 4:40pm. Was she taking her time in the shower?

I heard rushed footsteps come from upstairs. I rang the bell again. It was a few seconds before I heard her footsteps descend the stairs. "Who is it?"

I chuckled softly, her voice sounded embarrassed. "Anya? Its Caleb. We have a project to do, remember?" She slowly opened the door, leaving it open a little.

She stuck her head out the door and smiled softly. Her smile was so beautiful to me. "I am sorry. I am not ready. If you want you can come in and wait."

I chuckled again. "I understand. If you want me to wait here till you are ready, I don't mind. It is your call."

She lowered her head for a second, then looked up. "You can come in and wait in the dining room. But when you walk through this door, do not turn around. Just walk straight to the kitchen. Ok?"

I nodded. She opened the door wider to let me in. I stepped inside, but did not turn around. I walked into the dining room and took a seat, keeping my back turned to the living room as she closed the front door. I heard her hurried footsteps go back upstairs to her bedroom. I chuckled softly as I heard her fumbling around in her dresser. She was back in a few moments, her notebook in her hand.

"Sorry." She sat in the seat across from me. Her hair was still wet.

I shook my head, smiling. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I should say sorry." She looked at me confused. I chuckled softly. "I interrupted your shower."

She blushed slightly. "oh…well…um…"

I laughed softly. She was so cute when her cheeks flushed like that."Let's get to work on the project."

She cleared her throat and looked at me. "Do you want to start, or do you want me to start?"

I shrugged. "I leave that up to you."

"Fine." She leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "You start."

"Very well." I opened my notebook and looked over at her. She blushed slightly, making a smile creep up on my face. I wanted to read her. In the silence of her empty house, I knew it would be easy. "So, what is your name?" I asked as I slowly opened my mind to her, trying to read her thoughts.

"Arianna Maria Wicks. But I prefer Anya." I wrote as she spoke.

Then I picked up on her thoughts. 'Why did I get stuck with him as a partner? Anyone else would have been fine. But him?!. I grinned slightly.'

"Where were you born?" I didn't look up at her. If I did, I knew she would blush again.

"Tampa Bay, Florida." She seemed to answer all her questions rather quickly.

'I need to get this over with. The faster we get through this, the sooner he will leave. He is so…'

I looked up this time, making her blush again. But I held back the smile. "When were you born?"

"November 23, 1986."

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Nope. I am an only child."

I looked up at her. Her voice, when she answered me, sounded hurt and sad. I didn't know why. But I continued. "Why did you move here to Yakima? I bet Florida was so much better."

She giggled. "You don't know how much better. I loved it over there. I never wanted to leave. But my aunt was going through some rough times. She said it would be better if I stayed with Anthony, her cousin, till she got her feet back on the ground. Then I could move back in with her. I can't wait to go back."

"But why were you with your aunt? Why weren't you with your parents?" Just then I regretted asking the question. Her face fell just as sadness played across it. I leaned across the table, gently taking hold of her hand. "I am sorry Anya. I didn't mean to bring up something you didn't want to talk about. I didn't mean to make you sad. If you don't want to answer, you don't have to."

She shook her head slowly. "No. It is fine. My…They died when I was seven. We got into a car accident. My mother died at the scene, with me held protectively in her arms. My father died a few days later in the hospital. The only thing I got from the accident was this scar." She lifted her hand slowly to a scar that rested over her left eyebrow. It was white against her caramel skin. "My aunt was called and she took me in. She raised me."

Now I see why her face looked so sad. "I am so sorry. Trust me, I know how you feel." It was the truth. I lost my parents years ago. Even though Jonathan and Rachel were seen as my parents, they really weren't.

At that moment I closed my mind off. Seeing her in pain like that hurt me. As much as I wanted to see her said memory, I didn't want to hurt her again. I didn't want to look into something so private, so personal.

She looked up at me smiling, sadness still in her eyes. "Can I ask you something?" She pulled her hand from mine and laid it across her lap.

"Sure." I sat up straight.

"How do you know how I feel about losing my parents when you have both of yours?"

My eyes popped open. I was not expecting her to ask me something like that. I took a deep breath, composing myself, and looked down at the table. "Well, Jonathan and Rachel, they're not my real parents." She looked at me surprised. "I was born in England. My parents died many years ago, and Jonathan and Rachel took me in."

"In England? But you don't have an accent."

I chuckled softly. When I spoke again, I let my accent slip out. I didn't even try to hide it. "I can mask it. It comes with practice."

She looked at me in surprise and shock. I laughed softly at her reaction. "Now let us continue." I used my normal voice, hiding the English accent again. "What do you want to do in the future?"

It took her a few seconds to compose herself. She was still surprised by my accent and being able to hide it so well. She shook her head a few times before she answered me. "Write. I want to be a writer."

"What got you into writing?"

She blushed and looked down, but didn't answer right away. But I waited in silence till she did. "This is going to sound silly, childish. But I got into writing when I was younger. When my mother would read to me, I would see myself as the main character. I always wanted my life to be like the books I read. So, when I write, I am writing about how I want my life to be."

I smiled at her, waiting for her to look up. Do to my lack of response, she slowly did look up at me, wanting to see if I was laughing at what she did. "I don't find that silly or childish at all. To be honest, that is the same reason I read as much as I do. I find myself jealous of the character in the books. Their lives are so perfect. I wish at times that I lived the same life."

She smiled at me, blushing slightly. Still, I continued. "What do you want to write?"

"I want to write fantasy stories. I have always been interested in the fantasy world. Everything that is unexplained has always grabbed my attention. A lot of things I find intriguing, many people find weird or impossible."

"Like what?"

She looked at me, into my eyes for the first time today. "The supernatural. Myths and legends. Ghosts, witches, vampires."

At her last word my body went stiff. She had knowledge of our world. But how much she knew, I wasn't so sure of. But I was sure she knew something.

This time she leaned across the table to take hold of my hand. "Caleb. What's wrong?"

I looked into her eyes. I saw concern there. Was it for me? I shook my head. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? It looked like I said something that upset you. I really am sorry if I did. I didn't mean to."

She was concerned for me. I gently patted her hand, reassuring her. "I am fine. Your words did not upset me." I slowly stood up. But I stopped when she grabbed my hand tighter.

"Something I did upset you. You said that it was not what I said. But something I did upset you."

I chuckled softly, sitting back down. "You did nothing to upset me. Not your words, nor your actions. Please do not worry. I am not upset at all." She sighed and nodded slowly. I guess she bought my words. "I must go. If it is alright with you, I will be back tomorrow to continue this."

She stood up too. "Well, I have two classes tomorrow. I will be done around 2pm. So if you want, you can some by then and I can start asking you things."

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "I wish to finish what I started. I have nowhere near enough information on you to write my report."

She smiled. "Very well. I will call you when I get home tomorrow, to let you know you can come over."

"Yes. I don't not want to interrupt your shower time again."

She blushed and looked down. She walked beside me as I went to the door. I opened it and looked back at her. "I am sorry I cut this short so suddenly. But I will try to stay longer tomorrow." She just nodded. I wanted to read her, to hear her thoughts, but I forced myself not to.

I reached down and took her hand into mine. I slowly brought it to my lips and kissed it gently. She gasped softly, blushed slightly, and her heart beat rapidly. I couldn't help but grin. I slowly stood up straight, looking into her eyes, letting her hand fall back down beside her. "I will be back tomorrow." With that I walked out, closing the door behind me. I knew I caught her off guard by doing that. That is what made it so entertaining to me.