I really had a hard time writing this chapter so please wait while I finish the second part of this.

Scarlet's POV

"So, the white one? Or the black?" I asked Kim via Skype.

I was in the middle of deciding my outfit for my date with Sebastian. Kim blinked slowly, her chin in her hand. "I don't know… the black one?" she said it as if it were a question.

"Kim this is serious!" I complained but put the black tank top on anyway. "I mean, I'm most likely losing my BFV card here!" I pointed out as I slipped into my ruffled black and white, floral print skirt. The elastic belt attached to it was embellished with a leather flower on the center.

Kim sighed. "Well, I'm not saying that I'm not excited, it's just that I would like to be there with you instead of helping you over the Internet. It just doesn't have the same effect." She pixilated as she shifted her position at her computer. "Just calm down. It's just a movie date, Scarlet, not the end of the world."

"Says you." I muttered to myself as I adjusted everything in the full-length mirror on the back of my door. "Is this too much?" I asked, spinning back around to face her.

Kim sighed. "No. It's fine. You're going to wear those heels I got you for Christmas, right?" she raised a brow at me.

I walked to my bed and grabbed the lace pumps she was talking about, the lace bows on the peep-toe still standing tall. "These ones?"

She nodded. "Those." I put the shoes back on my bed and walked to my dresser across the room to grab my bangles. "How is it possible for you to love clothes when your sister can't even stand shopping?"

I shrugged. "How should I know?" Bella and I have barely even talked in the last few days. She's been going out with Edward Cullen while I was stuck home. We still haven't had that shopping day either. "Kim, I have to finish getting ready. I'll call you later, okay?" she agreed and we signed off. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen for a glass of water. Bella was in her room but padded down the stairs as I walked to the dining room to Dad cleaning his double barrel shotgun. My eyes widened with shock. "Dad, what are you doing? Sebastian is going to be here soon! Put that thing away!" I rushed at him.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Letty. It's purely for visual purposes only." He conceited.

I stared at him and his smirk. "Uh, huh. Sure it is."

I padded into the living room to see the News on. The reporter stood outside of the Forks Plaza. I grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned up the volume. "Thank you, Stacey. If you've been watching us, we've been following the string of murders in the quiet town of Forks, Washington. No one knows why this sleepy little town has had so many disappearances and killings lately, but we do know that the Forks Police Department is trying their best to catch this terrorizing murderer." The News stream cut to the crime scenes where the reporter continued to talk about the mysterious murders happening in our small town. They cut to a press conference outside of the Police Station. Charlie stood at the podium, giving a report. It scared me that he was out there in danger but I knew it was his job and he had to do it.

I faintly heard Bella talking to Charlie while I watched the report. Bella said something else and then left. I stood there, still watching the videos of the crime scenes. A hand gently clasped my shoulder. I looked over to see the saddened and tired face of the man who gave me life. "Don't let it get to you. We're close to catching them." He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before he went back to cleaning his shotgun. I turned and glanced back at him. He had become quieter since Mom died. It's not that we don't have a good relationship; it's just that it's hard for him to look at me because I look so much like her. He doesn't know that I know it hurts him to look at me because I'm growing up just like her.

I turned and went back upstairs to grab my cropped button cream cardigan and the shoes. The doorbell rang while I was putting things in my purse. "Letty, hurry up." Charlie called up the stairs.

"Shit." I squeaked. I hurriedly put my shoes on and adjusted everything one last time before grabbing my purple clutch and heading downstairs.

"Don't worry Mr. Swan. I'll have her home by ten. No later." Sebastian said as I approached them in the living room.

"I'd hope so." Dad held the shotgun against one shoulder as he shook Sebastian's hand. I resisted the urge to face-palm.

I cleared my throat. Sebastian wore black jeans and a white cotton button up, his sleeves rollup to his elbows. He was trying to appear as normal as possible for my father's sake. The only thing he kept the same was his hair, flopping in his face, attempting to cover one of his eyes. He smiled brightly. "Hey," he breathed.

I gave him a shy smile. "Remember to be careful tonight you two." Charlie pointed out, awkwardly shifting his gaze from Sebastian back to me.

"Yeah, Dad. Bye!" I grabbed Sebastian and pulled him out of the house and down the steps to his waiting car. "Oh my God! I am so sorry about him." I let him go and put a cool hand to my burning cheek.

Sebastian laughed it off. "Hey, at least your dad cares about where you are. He could have told me to do whatever I wanted to you and not care when you got home." He pointed out and opened the car door for me. "Not that I would do such a thing to someone so lovely." His smiled made my cheeks burn even more. "You really do look nice." He smiled at me more as I got in the passenger side of his Civic. He climbed into the drivers seat and gave me a smirk as he pulled out of my driveway and off to Port Angeles.

We got to Port Angeles at around six-thirty. I'm pleased to say that the ride there was filled with laughing and crude jokes from the radio. We parked across the street from the theatre and attempted to cross the busy road. "You'd think people would be somewhere else." I muttered as a chilly wind blew past us.

I wrapped my arms around myself as another gust of cold wind blew by us, ruffling my hair and skirt, sending chills down my spine and my legs, all the way to my toes. Sebastian got on the other side of me and blocked the wind the best he could. "C'mon, lets get the tickets and get inside." He wrapped one arm around my waist and escorted me across the street to the theatre. I was about the same height as Sebastian in these shoes. He and Jacob both were the same size, about 6'3" or 6'4". Sebastian bought both of the tickets and grabbed my hand as he pulled me inside. The warm air made my skin tingle from the drastic difference in temperature. "Better?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah." He bought us popcorn, Junior Mints, and a Sprite to share. I held the Junior Mints while he carried the popcorn and soda. Even with his arms full he still opened the door to the theatre for me. I laughed. "Another one of your many talents?"

He grinned. "Absolutely."

Halfway through the movie and Sebastian and I both were about to die of boredom.

I was leaning against my fist when Sebastian leaned over and whispered, "You wanna ditch this thing? I'm about to fall asleep here."

I glanced at him, back to the screen, and back to him. A smile slowly crept its way onto my face. "Please." He grinned and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the stairs to the doors. He discarded the empty Junior Mints box in the trash and pulled into the hallway. He looked around and made sure no one was around. I held in a giggle. "Sebastian, what are you doing?"

He looked back at me and grinned.

"Ever movie-hop?"

"Umm, no." I blushed in embarrassment. The glint in his eyes sparkled in the florescent lights of the theatre hallway.

"Follow me… and don't tell your dad." He pulled me to the end of the hallway and into the smaller theatre with the older movies playing. He looked around before pulling me to the top of the empty rows. He sat in the middle of the top row and lounged in his seat. "Best seats in the theatre." I sat next to him and toed off my heels. "Better?"

I looked at the screen and saw the beginning of Tangled. I hadn't paid attention to the movie we were sneaking into but was pleasantly surprised. "Much."