"So what's it like to be as old as Shakespeare?"

Edward blinked and raised an eyebrow, then smirked crookedly.

"Why would you think I'm that old, I don't look that old do I?" He was grinning while he said this.

I rolled my eyes at him and popped a pickle into my chewing cavern. He'd have to be the type to answer one question with another.

We were seated at a corner of a deliciously warm restaurant. The vampire, Edward, had ordered for me. I was surprised that he had good enough sense to order a couple jumbo burgers and a heavy pile of fries.

I decided to like him as long as he was the one paying for my food, "Aren't all vampires more ancient than Adam?"

"Are all werewolves naturally this inquisitive?" He quipped easily.

I rolled my eyes at him, something I seemed to be doing rather often now, and shrugged.

I chewed for a while then asked, "Why are we here?"

He seemed surprised at least.

"Because you're hungry." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"No...yes...I mean, why would you care that I'm hungry. I mean we're not even-" I was about to say that we weren't even friends, hell we barely knew each other, but he beat me to it.

"It would be nice if we could become friends Jacob. You seem like an interesting person. It would also be fun to learn more about you." He smiled.

We sat there for a moment completely silent, me watching him smile faintly, while he went to thinking his vampy thoughts. I cleared my throat.

"You know...we're lab partners." I said, rather than asked.

"Really..." he mumbled distantly.

"Yeah..."

I racked my brain for something else to say to him. And came up with nothing, but if he wasn't making a conscious effort, then...why should I have, especially when he wasn't paying attention to me.

Hello, Earth to crazy homicidal vampire.

No face could match mine with shock when he actually glanced up at me after I thought that.

He looked at me expectantly.

"Uh-I...uh..." I stuttered smartly.

He glanced down at my plate. "Are you finished?"

I looked down too, expecting to see at least something there. I was surprised to find nothing left on my plate.

"Seems so."

The next morning, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror tugging on my hair. I really liked my hair, jet black in some places, with a noticeable hint of brown in some. It ended just above my shoulders, brushing my collar; not cut exactly straight, because some strands were longer than some.

Thanks to Bella...as usual.

My hair had been longer than this before we moved. The length ending just below my upper back. Then Bella had stormed into my life and declared that I needed a haircut. Mainly she was annoyed at my hair for unknown reasons and had taken to sniping it one night while I was asleep.

Believe me when I say that waking up to a person over you holding silver barber shears is the perfect horror movie moment. It's also not something you forget easily.

I would have told her to join the movie business, but I rather valued my neck over telling her that her forte was horror.

But the sad fact was that I should've probably thanked Bella.

The last time I'd phased after the Nightmare on Elm Street haircut, my hair hadn't been in my eyes all that much as usual. It was surprisingly comforting.

So now I was considering cutting my hair to an unswingable kind of short. But then again...the length it was at now didn't disturb me.

Unable to settle on a decision just yet, I grabbed the shampoo and went to take a bath.

~...*...*...~

Trotting into the kitchen, I noted the absence of Charlie's smell. Well his scent was lingering all over the house. It was just that it wasn't fresh. This meant that he had probably spent all night at the hospital. Which meant he'd probably gotten no sleep.

I got the cereal and milk out of their consecutive places on auto pilot. Pondering the thought of my tired father in a stiff chair somewhere.

I got the fact that Bella was temporarily unconscious from shock or whatever. It's just that Charlie treated her like his little princess, while two out of three times she basically ignored him whenever he tried to do something nice.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt if you went just a tad bit faster."

Startled and shocked I tripped over my own two feet at the unexpected voice.

Sparing two seconds to glance at the now emptied milk bottle on the ground with contempt, I jumped to my feet to see who was in my kitchen and how much it was going to take to beat them to a bloody pulp.

She grinned, "Down puppy."

I froze.

It was a vampire.

And not just any vampire, but the vivacious blonde I'd seen both at school and the hospital, perched on the counter beside the sink, calm and unruffled, with one leg perched over the other quite elegantly.

"Uhh..."

"The proper word would be 'good' attached to morning pup." She sighed, "I guess we'll have to teach you manners all over again."

"Uhn..."

'I can see why he got you instead of a normal puppy, you actually don't bite back. But then again, what fun is a dog if it's already tame."

'Who are you and why are you in my house?"

She smiled, "And he speaks." She got down from the counter and leaned across the island, "Rosalie...Cullen, not all which pleased to make your acquaintance, but, my view is quickly beginning to change." She grinned and rested her chin on her entwined fingers.

"Why are you here?" I repeated.

"I'm here to personally escort you to school."

"Why would you need to do that?"

"Your car's not exactly in the best condition for driving at this particular moment."

"Where is it?"

"The city dump."

"What?"

I gaped at her.

I wondered how hard it would be to kill her. Granted the whole family would probably come after me, but I'd have a head start anyways.

"I'm joking pup."

I glared and crossed my arms, "What if I don't wanna come with you?"

"You have no choice doggie."

"Stop calling me canine names."

"At least you're not slow."

"And you actually expect me to go with you."

"I'm taking it back that you're not slow, didn't we just have this conversation, you...have...no...choice."

"Well that sucks."

"You have no idea."

"Oh g-, ear rape."

"Would you just come on?"

"But I'm hungry." I whined.

"I'll tell Alice to get you something. Now grab your bag like a good little boy and move it!"

I wondered briefly if I should salute her and shout, 'Yes Sir!'

She pushed me out of the house; I stumbled, and almost fell over at the sight of the car alone. Now I prided myself on cars, and I believed solely in masculinity and strength. But yet that couldn't contain the girlish squeal that came out my throat at the sight of pure beauty.

A sell-your-kids-go-hungry-for-a-year-and-morgage-your-house-three-times, silver, Alfa Romeo 8c spider sat in the driveway with Rosalie already leaning on the hood, talking on her phone.

Rosalie standing there depicted every bit of the perfect car picture. If this was a road persons traveled often I was sure there'd be a couple hundred accidents by now. Then she flipped her hair over her shoulder, rested a hand behind her on the hood and laughed.

Go Rosalie, I chanted.

Shutting the door, I walked up to her.

She waved me off and continued her conversation, yet the second I sat in my seat she was already in hers.

"Got everything?"

I nodded.

"Okay, so Alice is getting you something, which you'll probably eat at lunch, if you can hold out that long. She's actually going to a store to get something for Esme to cook for you, so that's why you won't get it for a while, but Esme loves cooking for some odd reason even though we can't eat it. So it'll most likely be worth the wait. She'll probably start inviting you over every other day to test her food."

"No problem with me, but who's Esme?"

"That's our mom, sort of." She grinned. "Well since you've taken up half my morning, you better hold on to your teeth, 'cause I'm gonna go fast to get us to school."

"My teeth?"

"Don't ask."

Then she took off like a bat out of hell.

A/N: I am thoroughly disappointed with this chapter. It sounded good in my head, and looked fine on paper, but that was kinda crappy. Sorry guys, it's just that, the summer and the beach and seeing and meeting so many people interacting in different ways are giving me ideas for stories which I am downright scared to type up.

I kinda think they're good ideas, it's just that, I don't want to write stories that people aren't gonna enjoy. Sorry, this is wrong; I'm using this A/N to rant, ugh. Not to mention the heat. God I feel like a par boiled lobster when I come from the beach.

Anyways, come on, review, it'll make a sun burnt, exhausted, pooped out girl in the Caribbean feel like a million bucks. R and R people. Read (I can hear the duh) and review!

-Werepire.