AN: Hello. I hope you liked the first chapter. This is my first fan fiction ever. ANYWAYS…

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I own Adrienne Spencer (boo yeah – I OWN you, AD! :P) and Penelope McClearot. And whatever other characters I create along the way. … Although I really wish I owned the wolves, so that I could have them all to myself… But that's (sadly) not going to happen anytime soon. OH! And I give all credit for the title of my story to Paramore. (And also AD, because she's the one who gave me the idea to name it that…)

Enjoy! 3 :D :)

(P.S.! Please ignore the fact that I changed the date of Collin's phasing to two weeks ago, instead of right after Seth. I'm very sorry, all you Twi-hards. I know that you're all hard-core and stuff, but I had to change it, or my story would be screwed. So yeah. Don't be mad! Sorry. Okay. Writing/reading time now.)

Adrienne's POV

The next day, things didn't go any better.

Collin was stalking me again. All. Day. It was really annoying. You don't know HOW many times I said, "Gah."

And then, you won't believe this, but then he BUMPED INTO ME. AGAIN.

I'm telling you, how much of a klutz can one guy be?

"Walk much?" I said before bending down to pick up my stuff. He bent down with me, and tried to keep a smile on his face, but I could see that what I said had offended him.

"… Sorry," I said, and although I didn't intend to mean it, I almost did in the end.

But anyways, when he was helping me pick up my books, our hands touched. It was like fire was running through my veins, sending shocks of heat and passion through my body, igniting every one of my senses.

Collin.

Half my brain says "gah," while the other half says "yum."

But so as not to show my insecurities, I start to spaz.

"Ugh. Can you get a grip? Why the hell can't you watch where you're going? This is TWICE in two days now, you idiot! I cannot BELIEVE you! Is it really that hard to NOT bump into me? And could you stop with the stalking? It is REALLY annoying! So annoying, in fact, that I want to punch you in the face! Or even better, I'd like to kick you down south! So get a better sense of direction and coordination, and then maybe, I'll consider letting it go – no! Not even then! So have a nice life, Littlesea! Now good bye. And leave. Me. Alone."

I huffed and stormed away as he stood there, gaping at me with nothing but wonder and adoration in his eyes.

When I walked into English first period, I sat down. Sadly, Collin sits beside me. Gah. (We had an arranged seating plan at the beginning of the semester, and they haven't changed since.) Mrs. Matticarri walked in the room and said, "Okay. Your project partner is sitting next to you. Get to it."

I said to myself, you have GOT to be kidding me. Gah. Life sucks. I'm boyfriend-less, I don't have a date to the Spring Fling, and I am failing biology. Maybe I should get Leah Clearwater to tutor me. I've heard she's pretty good in that subject…

Anyways, Collin looked over to me with this HUGE smile on his face, so I was like, what's your problem? And he said, "There is no problem. Everything's great. So! What do you want to do for our project?" And I was COMPLETELY freaked out by it.

Gah. Today was weird.

We worked on our project in silence for about five minutes, and then Collin blurted out, "Do you like English?"

"Yeah. It's my favourite subject."

"Really? It's mine too!"

Why? Why does this idiot love English? It almost ruins it for me.

"… Do you want a job involving English?"

… Okay, I was thinking. Creeper. "Yeah."

"Cool! What are you considering?"

Gah. Explaining my life goals to someone who is practically a stranger is not at the top of my priority list right now. … But, I thought, what the heck – so I told him. I told him that I want to write. It's one of the most private things in my life, and no one but Penny knows, but I want to be a writer. Fiction books are the best things in the world, and I'm currently working on one about a girl who's dating a werewolf. (Don't ask me where I come up with these things – I just do.)

And you know what he said? "Wow. That's incredible. I'm considering journalism…. Hey, if you want, sometime we could swap a story or two. I'd gladly read anything you showed me." And then he started smiling again, like it'd make him the happiest person in the world. Why? Why does he smile so much? It gets on my nerves.

So then I said, "Um… Maybe. Let's get back to work." And that was that. He almost looked depressed after I shut up. And if he was, then he is clearly insane.

The second the bell rang I was out of there. But somehow, Collin still caught up to me in the hallway. We have all the same classes (gah), and usually we walk separately, but today… he was just acting weird. And I don't like weird.

"Hey! Fancy seeing you here," he joked. I rolled my eyes, even though I thought it was slightly funny.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing. Oh – except your number. Or email, whatever, so that we can talk about the project."

I just stared at him. A guy. Wanted my number. Holy crap, I thought, I don't think this has ever happened to me before. … Too bad I didn't want him to have my number.

It's for the project, I told myself when I typed it into his phone. And it was.

I'm just not sure if heknew that.

I go over to Penny's after school via bicycle. "Hey Pat, hey Rob," I greet my second parents cheerfully. "Pen home?"

"Holas," she answers, sliding down the railing as I take off my helmet. Leaning in for a hug, she says, "I didn't see you at all today. How ya doing?"

"Ugh. Collin is a pain in the rear end. How the hell does Seth stand him? I can't believe they're friends. He's the most annoying piece of ass the world ever brought into existence. Gah. Help me survive – we're partners for an English project."

Pen's eyes widen with fright, but she quickly recovers. "What was that?" I ask her, and I am expecting a damn good answer.

Her eyes dart around the room, and she doesn't look at me straight on once. "What was what?" She replies, innocent as a doe.

"That – that thing, where your eyes got all huge and you looked scared shitless. What's up?"

She doesn't answer.

"Penelope Ray McClearot. You know you can't lie to me. It's impossible." I say matter-of-factly. And I can see on her face that she knows I got her. But, knowing Penny, it's going to be a fight to the finish.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She smiles widely. "Seth's here. Come upstairs."

"You know I hate it when you change the topic like that," I threaten, but she's smiling like a maniac and bouncing up the stairs, so I have no choice but to sigh and follow her. Inside her purple room, I discover Seth lounging on the bed. It's funny to see him surrounded by bright girly stuff. Quite, quite funny. So funny, in fact, that I secretly record him on my phone. "Hey Seth," I say casually, pretending to text. Although I don't know who I could possibly be texting, considering all of my friends are either in this house, or in the Dominican on a field trip building houses. (I didn't go because my upper body is too weak for physical labour. And yes, I realize how sad that is. Gah. My life is crap this week.) "So, princess, are you enjoying life in the castle?"

"Why yes, I am enjoying it." He smiles, stands up and twirls around Pen's room. I capture it all, laughing my head off. He picks up a pink towel from the back of her chair and drapes it across his head. "Hello!" Seth's voice is shrill, and he starts waving like a queen. I can't help it – I say, "Smile for the camera!" And I watch his face drop.

I press stop. That was too good; it made me feel so much better.

"Thank you, Seth," I laugh. "Thank you very, very much."

"Oh my goodness. I heard Seth, laughter, and princess. I'm assuming you caught it all on tape?" Penny floats into the room, smiling away. I watch Seth's expression change from anger to love in less than a second. The couple hugs, and Seth leans in for a kiss, but Pen just laughs and gracefully removes the towel from his head. "Sorry, princess, you have to become a queen before you get any special treatment."

I smother my chuckles with a hand, but secretly wish that I had a guy who wanted me like that. Who loved me more than anything; whose expression changed whenever he saw me, or thought of me, or heard about me. Who would never dump me for a prettier girl; who loved me for who I am; who cared more about me than he did himself; who would do anything for me. I want a guy who would hold on tight and never let me go. And I want him more than anything.

In fact, I want him now.

I stay at Penny's until six, at which time I bike to Ink!, read a few Quileute legends during Pen's three hour shift, and bike back. I stay the night, because that is our normal Friday routine. We alternate houses every week. I don't have to bother with an overnight bag because I have a drawer of my clothes at her house. (She has one at mine, as well.) We've been doing this since we were kids – our families understand how close we are. (They're the same – we've known each other since we were born.) Her siblings don't care, and I'm an only child – it's like we were meant to be best friends. I get a chance to have siblings, and she gets a chance to not.

Kara, Pen's "older" twin sister (she was born twelve minutes before Lynn), wakes me up at six the next morning. This rarely happens, unless Kay's being extremely loud, because I'm a heavy sleeper. I'm not surprised, however, to see Pen awake and reading "Ender's Game." She'll wake up if so much as a pin drops – babysitters always hated putting her to sleep.

In the next few seconds, I listen as Kay and Lynn get into an argument (no surprise there), I hear Mrs. McClearot start with the hair dryer, and Penny scoots over to me. "They're so annoying," she whispers, dramatically rolling her eyes. "Ooh! I'm Kara! I need to shower at six in the morning every day or my hair will frizz! I'll look like a poodle! OMG!" I'm laughing my ass off. Pen does that to people.

"Oh my gosh, Kara. You're such a b, but I could never say the word because I'm such a prude. Now give me the shower! It takes five hours to straighten my hair!"

"Ha! Oh my gosh, I screwed up my nail! Now I have to do all of them again! It's going to take me –"

"What do you think you're doing?" Kara bursts into the room, her fiery eyes, filled with rage, demanding an explanation. Our taunts come to a dreadful close, and we whisper quietly to ourselves. Kara waits. "Well?"

"Oh, go on Kara, put a sock in it. Go take your never-ending shower, fight with Lynn for the straightener, and watch. Me. Laugh." Penny gives her a death glare, and goes back to talking to me. With one more look at the frozen Kara, she mockingly says, "Well?"

Kara's eyes widen (she looks just like Pen when she does that), and she frantically disappears from our sight.

"And that," my best friend explains, "Is how you scare away the monster that lives under the bed."

Shaking my head with amusement, I bury my face back into my pillow, and smother myself in the warm sleeping bag.

I wake up again at 12:47; this is more like it. Penelope is currently reading a different book – The Tiger's Curse. She's about a quarter of the way through, so I assume that she's only just finished her first read. Her pace is like the speed of sound, yet she absorbs more in less than a minute than a different person could in an hour.

Greeting her with a sleepy nod, I glance down at my phone, and do a double-take. Seven. Teen. New. Messages. Gah – what the heck happened in the six hours I was out?

Penny looks up at me – I suppose I said that last bit out loud. "Who are they from? Who?" She exclaims, crawling over to sit next to me. Still groggy, I don't have a chance to react before she steals my phone. "OH MY GOSH!" Screaming at the top of her lungs, which is such a Penny-like thing to do, she points to my phone.

Every message, in addition to three missed calls, is from the same number.

And after reading message number one, I realize that they are all from Collin.

Penny is still freaking out, yelling so loud that I think I hear her neighbour's (the Michaels) newborn baby cry, and when I tell her to calm her hormones, she shuts up, and stares at me blankly, as if she just remembered something that she wants to forget. Then her blank look turns into one of anger, then sadness, and then blankness again.

"Um… Penny? Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah… Just PMS-ing, I guess."

"No you aren't. You just had it two weeks ago. Is this about Collin?"

She looks alarmed, and I can tell she's about to blurt out something really important when her mom bursts in the room.

"I heard screaming. What happened?"

Mrs. McClearot is just like her daughter (or the other way around, I suppose) – they are both fun, kind women with vivid imaginations (Pat is an interior designer; Pen wants to be a writer/architect. She's unsure, but I said that whichever way, I'll never call her anything but Pen again), nurturing natures, and warm, but also deadly, personalities.

(I'd suggest getting on their good side.)

Penelope shoos her mother away, and gets back to Collin. "So are you gonna call him?"

"… Probably not."

Her jaw drops. If it could go any farther, it'd be in the Earth's core. "WHY NOT?" … Uh oh. I'm scared.

"Don't hurt me!" I duck back under the covers, wishing I could avoid the next few excruciatingly painful minutes of agonizing inquiry. {AN: Sorry for all the adjectives. I was in the mood. :P}

"Call. Him. Back." My phone starts ringing. I don't know how I didn't wake up to that. She gasps. "It's a sign! Answer it!" When I start to wildly shake my head, she threatens me. "Answer it yourself," she says, "Or I will do it for you."

"Okay! Okay! … Hello?" I hesitantly say.

"Hey! Adrienne! How are you? I called you –"

"… Yeah – three times. I saw."

"Oh." I can tell he's embarrassed – I imagine him blushing. Oh my – Adrienne Cecilia Spencer, stop thinking about his cuteness.

"I-it's – don't worry about it. So – you called?"

He lets out a laugh. "Yeah, I guess I did. Did you want to work on the project today?"

I sigh. Why not? It's just a guy, it's just a project – there's nothing to worry about.

"Sure. When?"

"Um – I was thinking around six. We could go to that internet café – you know, the one just outside the reserve. What do you say?"

Whoa there boy. This is sounding kind of fancy. (Well, not really – gah. I have to figure out my life.)

"… Okay. See you then."

"Great! Talk to you soon, Adrienne."

"Yep. Soon."

I hang up the phone and glance at Pen.

… "I am not sure, but I feel like he thinks that this is a date."

"EEEEEEEP!"

Oh boy.