Ok this one so much shorter than the other ones. Thank you readers and reviewers "Vilofied, Talia.Toadette, and superdani152003". Thanks Joreyna! Oh and superdani152003, be patient and your wishes will come true winks.

You know you're obsessed with Twilight when:

1) You're most played song on your ipod is Claire de Lune. (No joke mine has been played 2171 times.)

2) When you go to take your SAT's and the high school's mascot is "The Wolf Pack" and you start tripping and looking over your back to make sure you're not being followed.

3) You're staring blankly at a colorful wall made of people's names after you've taken section 6 of your SATs and you realize, with much indignation, that you're glaring at one that reads "EDWARD".

4) You circle the word "Alaska" in your SAT book a gadzillion times, tearing the paper.

I'm am not kidding. All of these things happened to me in like, two days. And yes, I just took the SATs and for all of you who haven't yet...look over some books because you won't know what the hell they are talking about. Thank god my cousin let me borrow her books.

Alright I also apologize for the lateness of this chappie and the shortness but my life has been one crowded pack of poo. So thanks for understanding, love you all, and kisses.

"Heath is here! And my God is he handsome!" Alice burst into my room with her joyous news.

But it wasn't joyous. How many hours would I have to spend with him? It was six and the dance wasn't until eight and that didn't end until twelve. Six whole hours with Heath. Kill me.

My hair was curled, my corset and gown in place and my shoes strapped on. Alice was awing me and Rosalie was putting the finishing touches on my face. Bella and Edward were no where in sight seeing as she couldn't know we were all going to prom, including her. I was quite close to telling Bella until Edward took me to the car dealership and bought me my all black, convertible, window tinted, and NASCAR speeding BMW Series 1. After that, I didn't say a word about it.

Besides, Edward was buying me a car because he felt guilty about painting over my mural. He apologized, but I stopped him from groveling at my feet. That would have just been cruel.

I hadn't stopped thinking about Corpus because I knew he was real. How else could I have felt something so deep within me at a mere memory? I was more aggravated beyond belief at my family and refused to be around them for the remaining two weeks until Prom. Even at school I avoided them and sat with Heath and his friends at their table. I would show them one day that he existed and that I was married to the God of my dreams.

"There, you're all set." Alice beamed at me.

I looked at myself in the mirror though I hated to do so. Not bad. I looked somewhat mortal though my skin was sparkling in the retreating sunlight.

"You have to hurry. Edward will be bringing Bella in ten minutes."

"The sunlight Alice!" I was now worried that she would expose me to Heath, but I was more distressed over him finding me being a sparkling stick normal.

But before I could give it a second thought, she was flinging a large black cloak over my shoulder, tying it and placing the hood over my hair. I looked like an elf.

"Alright, you should be fine." She dragged me out the door and took me to the stairs. Fortunately there was no sunlight, so I glided down the stairs, my hands on my hips to hold back my cloak and made my grand appearance. Heath's mouth dropped, but he could have been fixing his jaw.

However gorgeous I might have appeared to him, he was the devil. All black suit that fit him to the T and black converse. He even had coattails on his jacket. How absolutely and utterly adorable.

He held out the bouquet of black lilies which I took with some excitement. "Esme, could you please put these in my room?"

I peeked up at my mother's expression. She was elated. "Of course, dear." The flowers were gone and now it was just us in our awkward silence.

"You two have a nice time." Carlisle whipped out the camera and snapped off a few rounds until he was satisfied.

Out the door we went and to the limousine. I acted surprised at it when I had expected it all along, but for his sake I would pretend as if this was a big deal. That what any normal person would do, right?

Inside were a long stretch of seating and champagne, wine, and numerous kinds of beer. This was going to get interesting.

"I paid the driver for his silence on the alcohol. I didn't know if you wanted to have a few glasses of wine or get totally drunk off your ass."

"I would really rather not."

He nodded, the car giving a heave to signal our departure. "I thought you might want to loosen up so that being with me wouldn't be so hard."

Damn him; making me feel all guilty. "I don't find being around you hard or uncomfortable."

"I know that you're intent on only thinking of me as a friend, but you could act happy, nice, warm, excited and uninhibited just this once, you know."

I supposed I could. We could have a nice time if I wasn't so worried about me killing him or him falling in love with me. So, I decided I would be relaxed and have a nice time. A nice human experience, just this once. I reached over and took hold of the champagne. I popped it open and poured us two glasses of the harmful toxins and clanked glasses with him.

"To us, for being completely normal people being stuck in a normal town."

I laughed at this but took a swig all the same, this time keeping myself from gagging.

"You look gorgeous." Heath grinned at me, giving me an eye over.

"Thank you." I laughed to myself. "And you look very handsome."

He brushed his shoulders off and straightened his tie in a sarcastic manner. "Why, thank you, Miss. Cullen."

The limo soon pulled up to an Italian restaurant. I ignored the irony of it all because at that moment I realized that this was my first time in a restaurant with other humans while being immortal. I was nervous as to the reaction I would receive from these people, but none of it could compare to what actually happened.

We walked in, my arm linked in his and all the people waiting inside looked up. They were curious, like everyone was when someone new entered a building, but instead of looking back down or continuing their conversations, they remained staring at us. The host, who was not much older than I was, gave me one look, grabbed two menus and led us to the back. I wasn't sure if it was because Heath had reserved a room earlier or if it was because he liked what he saw. People stared up from their dinners to watch us be guided through the endless candlelit tables towards the stairs that led upwards to the second floor.

This floor was for the people that were wealthier than the average of Fork's income put together. The moviemakers, actors, composers, CEO's, executives, entrepreneurs, self invested businessmen, descendants of royal bloodlines were all there on the second floor. It would have surprised me if they didn't look up, seeing as there were plenty of beautiful women in the room. Many, of which, deserved the titles of goddess. And yet they all turned around to watch us take our seats in a booth shrouded by silken drapes. The host pulled the drapes closed and the faces disappeared only to leave the host, Heath and I to ourselves.

"Welcome to Beau Soir. Your server will be with you in just a moment."

We were handed two menus which were bound in perfectly faded leather with Beau Soir written in elegant cursive on the front. Inside were the usual and the unusual foods. Heath seemed to have eaten here once or twice because he pointed things out to me that were "scrumptious". Frankly, I would have been happy to go to a normal restaurant but with Heath, it didn't seem right. He was what I would have called a "rich kid", spoiled in all the luxury money could buy. Sure, I was spoiled too. But he could have taken me to a Burger King and I would have been happy. That was the difference.

"Good evening. My name is Kristy and I will be your server tonight. Let's start with the drinks. Tonight, we are offering our customer's personal favorite, a dry martini with imported Italian green olives as well as other assortment of drinks. Tonight's specialty is the Filet Mignon with our freshly made peppercorn sauce topped with mint leaves."

We both took in what she said, Heath acting calm and serene as if the waitress offering booze didn't bother him, though we were clearly under age.

"What would you like, dear?"

My tongue almost rolled out of my mouth but I was able to keep it in tact. With a smile that stunned her, I answered. "I'll have the martini and Filet Mignon."

Kristy looked to Heath. "I'll have the same."

She nodded, took our menus and promptly left us to ourselves. Heath turned himself to me and watched me reread the wine menu in an awkward tension.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Uh-oh. "Depends on the secret."

I inhaled breath sarcastically and pushed his hand against his forehead. Unfortunately, I laughed. "You are so cruel."

"Alright, fine, tell me."

He wasted no time. "I have been having weird dreams."

"We all have weird dreams."

"Yeah, but you're in them."

He had no caught my attention. This could have been some sick ploy to hit on me or it could have been something important. "Go on."

He seemed relieved that I was taking him seriously. "The dream starts out that I'm walking through the woods carrying a burning torch and…I'm not human. There's something different about me. I can hear the heartbeats of things around me, and I can hear your voice though miles off. You sound like your crying, but it's a choked cry." He took a pause. "Am I scaring you?"

I leaned in closer. "No, nothing scares me. Keep going."

"Right." He peered at my face for only a second before continuing. "I come upon you and you're on the ground, in a heap shaking violently, begging to die."

I had moved even closer, every word he was said pouring over my soul. I could see it as he spoke and I could remember it. Our faces were inches from each other as he continued. "You look up at me, your eyes rimmed in red and your hair disarrayed. You wrap your arms around my feet and beg for me to burn you. I deny you the request, but you have me on the ground suddenly and your nose is touching mine. I can't describe the sensation that washes through me at this and then, you're taking my hand and forcing it towards your hair. Then, you light up, like some ball of fire and as I'm watching you burn, you're screaming and screaming and all the world can hear it. There are hoof beats and then —"

He stopped.

Our noses were touching. I felt as if my eyes were popping out of my head. "And then?"

"It all goes blank." He shook his head in exasperation. "I am completely insane. Forgive me."

"No, no! I believe you!"

"Yes, I know you believe me because you like that morbid stuff but…really Lilly. Doesn't that scare you at all? That I kill you?"

"Actually, I kill myself. You're just holding the torch."

"Yeah but — my God! You die in my dreams."

The curtains flipped back and Kristy came to deliver our martinis, not once faltering at the sight of our closeness. I snapped back into my original position and took the martini, careful to only take a few sips at a time. But, all the while I was thinking of Heath's words and what they meant to me. Heath was here in Forks for a reason and liked me for a reason. There was something ancient about our connection and I presumed that, for a time, I had loved him. Whatever it was, I was going to find out.

The dance had already kicked off when Heath and I made our grand appearance. Eyes were on us, but I wasn't paying attention. All of my focus was going to my brain where I was careful to keep my thoughts from exploding as I spotted Edward across the way by himself. I traced his intent stare across the floor to where Bella was dancing with a tan skinned, black haired boy. Keeping in my laughter, we made our way over to him.

"Did you have a nice dinner?" He asked, not removing his eyes from Bella. He was only half interested. If I allowed him to see my thoughts, I would have had his full attention. \

"Fabulous." Heath snickered to himself at the recollection of our dinner. "Lilly was asked to be the heroine of an upcoming movie."

"Did you accept?"

"No, but I was about to make her."

"I would prefer it if I wasn't. Besides, I wouldn't want that lifestyle, it's two faced."

"As you wish. Let's dance."

And into the sea of human bodies we went to dance the night away with my mind in a far place called Bartelona.