A/N: For the record, I'm trying to incorporate as many facets of Stephenie Meyer's plot as I can. Anything recognized from the novel is not my personal idea, but an adaptation of her idea into my plotline. Also, I don't own the Cullens, any characters other than Callie and her family, or the town of Forks, though that'd be damn cool.

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Edward felt a sense of relief, watching Callie finish her cereal. It was such a normal act that he was sure that she wasn't about to freak out. His relief was accompanied by confusion, however; confusion about her reaction, confusion about his feelings for her, confusion about her feelings for him. All that was in the back of his mind as he watched her finish her cereal, though. She took small bites and chewed thoroughly, as if she'd been to etiquette classes. He wondered if she had been a debutant in Alabama, or one of those kids in pageants. When she finished, she dabbed her mouth with her napkin and smiled at him.

"Alice pulled out an outfit for you; it's folded on the chair in your closet. She went shopping last night, apparently, and provided you with some clothing. I'm sure you'll find everything to your liking." Edward smiled.

"How…?"

Edward then realized he may have to explain the basic of vampirism to her. "Right. Well, let me explain some things about vampires. We don't sleep. We are very fast and very strong."

"So Alice skipped out last night while I slept? Huh."

"I went grocery shopping as well."

"Huh. Well, that's mighty kind of you, and thank you." She stopped for a bite of cereal. "So does this vampire stuff have anything to do with your mind reading?"

"Some of us have...special skills. I can read minds. Alice can see the future," She gasped at this. He smiled at her, and nodded. "Jasper…well, he's a different story. He can sort of affect your emotions. You might call it super charisma." She smiled.

"What about everyone else?"

"That pretty much sums up the special skills category."

"As if being a vampire isn't cool enough."

Edward shrugged, smirking, then stood and took her bowl to the sink. He turned back to her and said, "So, would you still like to go for a walk?"

She grinned and nodded so enthusiastically that he was sure her head would pop off at any moment. She ran upstairs, shouting along the way that she had to change. Edward looked at his own clothes. The body-hugging cashmere sweater and jeans were hardly hiking material, but he knew they wouldn't disturb him much.

In the midst of his contemplation, he heard a shriek from upstairs. In a flash, he was at Callie's door, ready to take on the nastiest beasts in the universe. He was vastly over-prepared. Callie stood there, unharmed and out of danger, staring with her jaw on the floor at the closet she had just opened. In it there were three rows of clothing against the wall; shirts and dresses hanging from a bar across the whole closet face, and beneath them, pants and skirts folded neatly atop each other, and beneath them, a row of shoes counting at least 16. In the right corner beneath the shirts sat a set of baskets full of frilly pajamas, socks, undergarments, and stockings.

Edward's muscles relaxed, and he smirked, one eyebrow raised. "And here I thought I'd be rescuing her from a band of wild werewolves. Instead, I have to save her from the carnage of an insufferable shopping-addicted vampire." "You're alright, I take it?"

Callie looked to him, eyes still wide with incredulity. "Are you kidding me? Alice just spend a fortune on me! When you said "some clothes", I didn't think you meant a whole wardrobe! She color coded it, Edward."

"Callie, you should see her closet."

She didn't respond to that. "And there's no way I'll fit in all of this, or ever get to wear it all. She must be mental."

"That's one way to describe Alice, I suppose."

She shot a look at him. "Your one-liners are wearing on my nerves."

He shrugged and turned to walk out. "Come on now, get dressed. We were going to go for a walk, remember?" He closed the door behind him and wandered down the stairs, still smirking.

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Twenty minutes later, Edward was still waiting, sitting in the kitchen and looking impatiently up the stairs. In his spare time, he packed a small lunch and a blanket into a frighteningly typical picnic basket. He checked the clock for the umpteenth time, then mentally noted the irony of an impatient immortal. He sighed at himself, and turned back to watch the stairs.

In the few seconds he had looked away, Callie had left her room and was descending the stairs. When he saw her, he made a mental note to breathe before he realized it was unnecessary. She wore a flowing white skirt, tiered with ribbons that caught the wind and trailed behind her, with a pair of thigh-high white and black striped socks under a heavy looking, fur-lined pair of hiking boots. Covering her belly was a white shirt that fit snugly against her skin with lacey, short cap sleeves that hung off her shoulders. She had swept her layered hair back into a pair of messy buns, with the shortest pieces hanging down around her face.

She traipsed down the stairs and asked, "Do you think I'll need a jacket?"

Edward didn't respond. She walked over to him. "Edward?" He barely realized her proximity in his daze, and when he shook off the haze, he was surprised to see her so close. He stood.

"You'll probably be okay. I can always run back for one, though."

"Right. Vampire, super speed." She eyed him for a second. "Show me," She said, looking at him eagerly. Edward sighed and rolled his eyes, but smiled as he sped to the top of the stairs.

"See?"

Callie laughed. "Cool." He raced back down to her and lifted her off her feet with ease. "Okay, super strength too," she laughed some more, "I believe you, I swear!" He set her down and smiled; her laugh was contagious. Together, they wandered outside, Edward grabbing the picnic basket at the last second.

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They wandered through the woods under the hazy light of a cloudy day for an hour and a half, before an idea sparked in Edward's head. He looked at Callie and smiled, then said, "I have an idea, but it's far away."

Callie wasn't fazed. She puffed herself up and said, "Let's do it!"

Edward smirked. "Well, by far away I mean a few miles yet. Maybe six."

Her enthusiasm faded. "Six miles?" She looked at her feet.

"I was going to offer to carry you."

"For six miles?"

"It won't be too long, I promise."

"Right. Vampire."

He smiled and swept her into his arms. She latched onto his marble neck as he held her bare back against his chest with one arm and hung her knees over his other arm. "Hold on tight," He whispered, his breath cooling her skin for a moment before the blood rushed to her face and made her hot. She had no trouble complying, too busy with her spinning thoughts. Edward took off. Trees sped by her, a blur of green and brown. The sound of wind faded faster than it came, and that was the only indication that their speed was increasing; Callie squeezed her eyes tightly shut almost immediately, and Edward was more than light on his feet. Soon, her stomach didn't even notice, and she felt at ease to open her eyes again.

With her head draped over Edward's shoulder, she watched the world disappear behind her in a wave of green with a sort of awe overwhelming her. She couldn't tell how fast they were going, but it excited her. She couldn't help but laugh. She had a feeling that she wouldn't feel safe doing this speed in a car, but in Edward's arms, she couldn't find even a hint of nervousness. He continued, and she hugged him tighter. She felt him smile, felt the muscles in his neck strain slightly with his enjoyment. Sooner than she would have liked, he began to slow down noticeably. He relaxed his hold, as well, and she realized how firmly he had had her only once she saw her skin white with the pressure. She laughed.

Edward, now walking, sent her a questioning glance. In response, she raised her shirt to show him her side, still slightly blanched. He smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Callie. Let me make it up to you."

Callie noticed right then that the woods had lightened considerably. She looked ahead, where their path culminated in a bright ball of light. While they ran, she supposed, the sun must have come back out. Then it pieced together in her mind; Her mouth broke into a wide smile and she looked at Edward, ecstatic.

"Edward?"

He smiled back at her, but didn't respond. He simply made a mad dash for the light.