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Disclaimer: I do not own Stephenie Meyer (scratch that) I do not own any of the characters or places that were created or used by Stephenie Meyer. I do own Adrienne though. Hehehe… And thanks to ardeeneethesardeenee for naming the café. So creative. :P

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P.S. This happens two days after chapter three, and on the same day as chapter 2… sorry to confuse y'all. :S

Chapter 4

Adrienne's POV

It's 5:59. "I can't do this," I frantically tell Pen. All day she prepped me for my… outing with Collin. We picked out at least twenty outfits, most of them hers, but I ended up in my jeans, my dark purple v-neck, and my size nine and a half gladiator sandals. (Thank goodness for that, because Pen's only an eight, and squeezing into small shoes is the worst, especially when I'm FREAKING OUT.) "I just can't. I – I don't even know what this is! Is it a date? Are we actually working on the project? I mean – GAH!" I scream as the doorbell rings. "Help! Help! Save me Penny!" I whisper-scream as she shoves me towards the door.

"Ha." She sticks her tongue out at me and runs into the living room to hide behind the couch.

Wimp.

I open the door and find Collin's back. He's in jeans and a white, brown, and blue striped polo. I like it. It's cute.

I almost hit myself on the head as I scold myself for considering liking him like that. I don't. … I don't!

I think.

He turns around and I'm about to melt. Those dazzling eyes of his… and his smile… it's too bad I'm mad at him. So unfortunate. "Hey Spencer," he says, shooting me that perfectly wolfish grin. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, I am Littlesea," I smirk. "Completely and utterly ready."

I grab my bag, containing my precious HP laptop, English notes and wallet, and wave goodbye to Pen. (Who looks like she's about to explode with excitement.) Collin opens the passenger door to his car and I smile as I get in. We drive for ten or so minutes talking about the most random things along the way. It starts with the project, but then we talk about English, and then we talk about careers (again), and then we talk about other things we like, and then our favourite things, and then we find a common love for the Killers, Muse, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers. It's like this guy was made for me…. Or at least meant for me.

We arrive at Bob's Internet Café and seat ourselves to a worn-down booth. I try not to show my disgust at the disintegrating leather. A waitress, I'd say at least 20 years old, slides two menus onto our table. "Hey," she says, leaning over and letting her chest practically fall out from her too-tight black shirt. "What can I do for ya?" She winks (the little slut. Flirting with my Collin? I – shit. I can't believe I just thought that.)

Collin, emanating discomfort, is about to respond when I butt in. "I'll have an iced hot chocolate please,"

"And I'll have a chocolate milkshake."

She glares at me, then beams at Collin. "Sure thing,"

I'm seriously about to barf. Gah. I wouldn't even be surprised if she "forgot" my order. "That was disturbing. I'm sorry you had to witness that, Spencer,"

Collin interrupts my thoughts. I glance up, realizing that I was shooting death glares at the dirt speckled black and white tiled floor. The disgusted look on his face almost out-does this pig-sty. It's gone downhill since the last time I came here. (Which, I'll admit, was over a year ago…)

"… It's not your fault. I just wish this place would put more effort into cleaning up rather than hitting on customers," I roll my eyes, and he laughs. His laugh is sort of cute. Almost like a dog barking… but a cute dog. Not an I-wanna-eat-you dog.

God, what is happening to me?

"So, do you want to start working?" I ask.

"So, do you want leave?" I'm slightly stunned by this response, and I start to put my laptop back in my bag. "I don't want to work in a place you're not comfortable in," he explains. So sweet. So concerned. Maybe I could forgive him…

"N-n-no, no, it's fine, just fine, unless you want to leave, and then by all means, we can go, but if you don't then we can just stay in this nasty booth with the filthy flirtatious waitress for the rest of the night and I'll deal, and we can just suffer and work on the project and it's fine, completely utterly and totally fine." By the end of my ramble Collin's practically in tears, he's laughing so hard. "Collin? Think you're gonna make it?"

"You know, I haven't done that in what feels like years," he confesses, still shaking with laughter. "You're funny."

The blood rushes to my cheeks. Gah. Gah, gah, gah, this boy turns me to spaghetti. Squirming, confused spaghetti.

"Thanks," I say. "And we really don't have to go. I don't know many other places with free wi-fi." Other than every house in America.

"Well, there's always –" Collin seems lost in an inner argument. I say his name a few times before impatiently reaching over the table to give him an angry blow to the shoulder. "Ow." He pretends to be hurt. Smart man.

"What was that about?"

"What was that –" Seeing the look on my face, he shuts up. Very smart man. "Let's start this project," he finally says, pulling out The Crucible from his backpack. I look at him for a while longer, trying to figure out what he possibly could have been unwilling to say, but give up and pull out my laptop.

Considering the fact that there is only one computer that we both need to see and have access to, Collin moves to my side of the booth. It's kind of squished, and I'm unsure if it's a great thing, or an awful one. We work together for a few minutes until our drinks arrive. I evilly stare at the waitress (her name tag says "Suzi" – such a slut) until she practically runs away to serve the other two customers in the building. Taking a sip, I wonder aloud, "Aren't these drinks the exact same thing?"

"… I guess you're right. They're both cold and chocolately. Think they're the same recipe?"

"Think anyone's ever cared?"

He laughs. I love his laugh… (Oh, I'm not even going to bother caring anymore. I kinda sorta slightly maybe possibly like Collin Littlesea. And I am going to live with it.) "Nope, but I think we should make sure." He's about to call over Suzi McFlirtPants when I stop him, taking a sip of his instead. I motion to mine and he repeats my actions. "… I think they're the same."

"Nope, they're different."

"Same!"

"Different,"

"Same!"

"Different,"

"Same!"

"Different,"

"Same!"

"Different,"

"SAME!" I laugh, playfully pushing his shoulder. All that time watching Penelope and Seth together has taught me something. Who knew?

"…Different," Collin's voice is barely a whisper, right in my ear. My face heats up, and then I realize how hot he is. "Why thank you," he smirks. Sexily. Oh God! I said he's hot out loud! –

"Adrienne?" He moves away a bit, and I feel the disappointment settle in my stomach. This is just a project. He doesn't like me. And I don't even know if I like him.

"Yeah," I state rather than ask.

"I – uh," he stammers.

"Let's get back to work." And maybe I imagined it, but I think I saw his face fall.

Two hours and twelve minutes later, we leave Bob's and drive back. We got a lot of work done, and I'm happy with it so far. Just like before, we start talking, but he doesn't even bother starting with English. He tells me a line of bad jokes (ranging from "What did the fisherman say to the magician? Pick a cod, any cod!" to "Why did the cookie cry? Because his mother was a wafer so long!") that I shockingly find funny. I don't think I have ever in the history of my life (okay, since I was five) laughed at bad jokes. I always roll my eyes and walk away. But… I don't know. There's something about him that just makes me different. Not necessarily bad, but tonight, less cynical. So maybe it's a decent thing.

Then we start talking about bad jokes, and he says I'm funny again, and I say thanks, and then we just talk about everything and anything… and it seems like much longer than ten minutes, but not at all long enough. Sooner than I hoped, we're at my house, and getting out of the car, and at my door…

"That was fun," he says.

"Yeah. And we got a lot done on the project,"

"Right! We did… Uh – well – I –"

"Right," I say. "… Good – good–"

"I uh," he stammers. "I-I-I- y-you look… I like your outfit," he finishes, looking like he wants to smack himself in the face.

I smile. "Collin, when you want to tell a girl she looks pretty, just say it. It's something we all want to hear." I try not to blush, but it's hard when he's bright red. Opening the door, it's almost shut when I pop my head out and say, "Night,"

He breaks into a grin. "Night," Collin turns, walks down the steps, and is about to drive away when he looks at me once more. He waves, drives off, and I smile my head off.

"HOW'D IT GO?" Penny jumps out from behind the couch.

"OH MY – WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HIDING BEHIND MY COUCH?" I was about to go all five-minutes-of-self-defence-I've-learned on her. "Have you been there the whole time?"

"Pfft. You think I'm going to wait cramped up behind a couch for two hours and forty-six minutes? You thought wrong, my friend. I had dinner, went to work for two hours, and then came back. I was upstairs cleaning your room, but when I heard the car I hid behind the couch. It's only been a couple of minutes,"

I stare blankly at her. "Penny?"

"Yeah?"

"… Five minutes. That's all I'm giving you."

"!"

I chuckle. I love this girl.

Seventeen minutes later (briefing just does not compute in Pen's mind), I walk upstairs to my newly organized room (damn. I can't decide if I'm happy or sad because it's clean, but she organized my CDs wrong), turn on my iPod, and collapse on my bed. The song changed from 'Torture Me' by the Red Hot Chili Peppers to 'Today Was a Fairy Tale by Taylor Swift'. How appropriate, considering it was. Well, mostly. He didn't kiss me. But considering the fact that I've only really known him (on a personal level) for less than a week, and I didn't admit my possible feelings for him until halfway through the kind-of-sort-of-not-really-a-date, I'm fine with it.

I change into pyjamas and fall asleep to the wolves howling outside my house. They sound happy. That makes two of us.

What'd you think? Good? I hope it was okay. They'll go on a real date soon, I promise.

What should happen? Should Collin have to leave halfway through because he's being called for patrol? Should it be a perfect date? (That's no fun. :P) PM me! Or even better, review! Thanks to all my loyal readers and the new ones I've gotten. Love you all! And this only took me a day and a bit to write, so if you review, I'll post even sooner…

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