"What's up with Edward?" Lilly asked Miley as they left History class.
"I don't know." Miley replied. Edward had seemed fine when they first saw him, but over the course of the class he started acting odd; shaking and chattering his teeth. He probably has a cold, Miley thought, But then why didn't he seem sick when we first walked in? At lunch Lilly launched her back into that thought.
"Was it my perfume? Or your perfume?" she offered, "Did someone forget deodorant?"
"Why do you say that?" Miley asked, taking a sip of her Cola.
"Because he looked like he smelled something." she told him, "Something bad."
"Who cares?" Oliver said irritably, "He'll be fine if it's something he smelt."
"Aw, is my Ollypop jealous?" Lilly said, wrapping an arm around her boyfriend's shoulder, "You have nothing to worry about. You're much handsomer than Edward." Oliver seemed happier but now Miley looked irritable.
"Not that Edward isn't very good-looking…" Lilly recovered.
Later that day the trio arrived home. Miley was so engrossed in thinking about Edward's strange behavior that she accidentally shut the door on Lilly and Oliver. Not caring much, she leapt up the stairs to her room and clicked on her computer. Several e-mails popped up, mostly Spam. She noticed quite a few were advertising Rico's Surf Shack, a snack bar back home belonging to a pint-sized jerk named Rico. She rolled her eyes and scrolled down in search of a decent e-mail. After a few moments she found one, but it was unusual. It was from Edward. Hastily she clicked on it and the message appeared on the screen:
Come over to my house at 4:00, OK?
Upon registering the e-mail, she checked her wristwatch. It read 3:45 (the high school was a long drive away from the house). Without hesitation, she snapped up her purple jacket and rushed down the steps and out the front door, quickly telling Lilly and Oliver she was leaving to see Edward.
Sitting in the shiny Volvo, Edward nervously clutched the wheel. He would tell Miley this evening. He had to tell her he was a vampire. He hoped that would give her enough caution to protect her friends even though she wouldn't know how badly one needed protection.
He looked at his watch: 3:52. He rested his head on the back of his seat and let out a long breath. He desperately prayed she wasn't late because she was bringing her friends. Then he'd have to tell them too, and being so close to Lilly would most likely put them all in danger.
He glanced at his watch tensely: still 3:52. He was about to call her when he heard crunching gravel behind him. He checked his rearview mirror to find Miley's car parked behind him. He let out a small relieved sigh. Then when he saw she was alone, he let a big breath out of his chest. Miley walked up the porch and started to knock. Edward honked to the horn to signal he wasn't inside. She spun around, ran down the steps, and up to the car.
"How are you?" she panted, "You weren't at school all day after History. Where were you? Were you okay? Did you throw up?" He chuckled at her, and beckoned her inside the car. She shakily opened the passenger door and slid inside.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I just wanted to talk to you." he replied, picking his words cautiously, careful not to say "needed".
"About what?" she asked, clearly confused. He smiled, put the car in gear, and drove off.
Short, I know and of course, I leave you on a cliff-hanger. Just wait, it'll get good.