"So, Canada eh?" Emily asked me in a grin as we were drinking coffee in the shop she took me to after school. I was kind of glad to have met her, wanting to talk to someone other than Nico. She was a breath of fresh air, real fresh air to be exact. We talked about what we both were into, the usual friendship initiation. Our likes and dislikes, favorite music, celebrity crushes, which in my opinion was hard since I never really followed those, and other sorts. Emily wanted to move to New York and paint there herself, and she was rather good. She showed me a few of her pictures, and I really like them. How she would morph the colors together, making pictures out of pictures.

"I like this one, with the green." I said to her, seeing her pictures that she pulled out from her backpack. She smiled as I flipped through a couple more pictures.

"I can totally give it to you if you want." Emily said to me, having me look at her with some shock on my face.

"I don't have that much money for it." I said to her, reaching for my wallet and thinking I was about to give her some money. But she shook her head form my action and placed her hand up to me to stop me.

"It's free, really. I'm trying to get rid of a bunch of them anyways for my mom's sake." She replied to me, making me smile and place my wallet back in my backpack. It was nice to have a gracious friend, a real one really even though we just met each other. Hopefully Nico would let me keep the painting, keep something for once that would make me smile and think of better things. She placed the album back in her backpack, leaning back in her chair and smiling at me.

"So you moved here with your dad?" She asked me, and I nodded my head, not saying a word for a minute there.

"Yeah, we move around a bit because of his work. He works with computers, and sometimes we have to move to another location where his company is at." I explained to her smoothly, like I've told it before. Which I have, and it sounded like I was in fact telling the truth.

"But it's just you two? I mean, your dad looks rather...young to be a dad." Emily said in a cautious tone. She was trying to say the right words and no sound offended. But I smiled at her, seeing she was trying to be nice and not be nosy.

"He's my adoptive dad, I was dropped off as a baby and I don't know who my real parents are." I explained to her, seeing her nod her head, "But I'm honestly fine with him as my dad, he's been there for me as a father and I wouldn't want it any other way."

"I think that's great." Emily said back to me in reply, she then looked around us for a minute and then tilted her head to the side, "How to do you like the city so far?"

"It's pretty awesome compared to Canada, warmer too." I said in a grin and Emily laughed from my remark. I then heard my phone ring and I picked it up from my pocket, seeing Nico's name on the screen. I groaned slightly, knowing I was going to get a earful.

"I'm sorry, my dad's calling and I need to take this. I'll be right back." I told her and she just nodded her head, taking another sip from her drink as I got up from my chair and walked out of the shop, accepting the call and placing it in my ear.

"Where are you?" Nico asked me aloud in a calm tone, but I knew he was trying to be calm. I sighed and rubbed my eyes.

"I am having coffee with my new friend Emily." I replied back to him in a soothing tone.

"New friend?" He asked almost in disbelief. I nodded my head, waiting for the ranting to begin and the speech as well.

"You know how I feel about getting attached to others." He started aloud and I tried very hard not to yell at him, "It is too dangerous, and the last thing we need is a mess."

"Nico, you tell me to try and blend in and act normal, and one of the things we have to do in order to be normal is to interact with other my age. That is what I am doing, I'm not exposing myself to him at all." I explained to him, not hearing anything on the other line for a moment or two. I knew he was thinking about what I just told him and I waited for his answer.

"I'm sorry, but you know I have to make sure your cover isn't blown, you know that right?" Nico asked me.

"I know, I won't do anything that will get me noticed." I replied back to him, hearing a lighter sigh on the other end.

"Okay, can you at least be back here no later than 7?" He asked me. thank god he was being lenient today with me.

"Yep, I'll talk to you later, I don't want Emily to wait on me." I replied and after saying goodbye one more time I hung up the phone. I have a few more hours to kill and I walked back into the coffee shop, only to find Emily talking to someone else who was sitting in my seat, talking to him.

Trevor.

"Hey!" Emily said aloud, seeing me as Trevor turned around and smiled at me, my eyes already fixed on his, "Is everything cool with your dad?" I was about to answer when I was tongued tied for a mere moment or two just looking at Trevor, who kept smiling at me.

"Uh, yeah, he just wanted to know where I am. You know how dads are." I replied back in a laughing tone.

"Oh cool, Trevor and I were just talking about my upcoming art show in a couple of weeks. Oh jeeze, how dumb I am, Trevor this is Mary." Emily introduced us both and Trevor got up from his seat, well my seat, to face me. He was just as tall as me, so my thoughts were correct as he held out his hand for me to shake. I gently shook it and smiled at him.

"Pleasure to meet you." He said to me, his voice was deep yet soothing. I smiled widely at him, already liking the sound of his voice.

"Likewise Trevor." I replied back to him. Our hands were connected for another moment or two when we immediately drew them away, seeing how awkward for us to hold hands that long. Emily smiled at me as I tried to hide the blush creeping on me.

"I'm sorry that I took your chair, I'll grab another one." Trevor said to me and before I could reply back to him, he grabbed the spare chair from another table and sat down in it. I sat back down in my original seat. I looked over at Emily, who was giving me a teasing eye and then cleared her throat.

"So anyways, we were talking about who I was going to invite to the showcase. In fact, you should totally come Mary! It'll be fun, have you been to one?" She asked me in curiosity. I shook my head at her question.

"Oh, then you have to go. Emily's showcases are always fun, they have music playing and some snack food to munch on, plus her pictures are great." Trevor explained to me.

"I'm actually giving her one of mine. The green one." Emily said to him, seeing a wide smile on Trevor's face.

"Really? I love that one." Trevor first said to her and then to me, making me smile a bit wider.

"Well, you can have it if you want." I said to him, seeing him tilt his head to the side slightly and I looked down. Was I just flirting with him just then? It must of been a bad way of flirting, the last time I tried flirting with a boy I had a tattoo branded on my ribcage and I fell to the floor screaming. So this was a new concept to me.

"Mary here is interested in photography." Emily said to Trevor aloud, having the both of us look at her. He looked at her with interest in the news, but I looked at her in wondering why she would say that. I was new to the whole flirting and getting to know a boy situation, so her saying that almost sounded like she was about to open a new cans of worms.

"Oh really? Digital or Film?" Trevor asked me, looking from Emily to me. I was surprised, he kind of knew what he was talking about.

"Both actually. I have a Canon Rebel, something my dad got me as a birthday gift, but it's more of a hobby really." I explained to him, trying to wave it off. But I could tell he was still interested in my photography.

"I have a Nikon D-40, I kind of bought if after I working all summer last year." he explained to me, making me more interested, you into still life or what?" He asked me, and I couldn't help but answer since his head was tilted just so to the left and...wait a minute.

What am I doing? I can't do this, not with him.

The rest of the two hours I had left of freedom was of the three of us talking about photography, Emily's artshow coming up and the past places I lived at. But before I had to leave, Emily needed to go and pick up her younger brother from his friend's house, leaving Trevor and I to walk back to my house.

"You don't have to walk with me." I reassured him as we walked on one of the busier streets. But she shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"It's not really safe to...uh...walk alone here in the city." He said in what seemed like a hesitant tone. I looked over at him, seeing him smile slightly and I smiled back, the both of us turning a corner to go up another street.

"So, other than photography, what do you like to do?" Trevor asked me aloud. I thought about it, wondering what to tell him and how to tell it nicely.

"Well, I do like to read, and uh, I like long walks on the beach and I'm a Capricorn." I said back to him, hearing him laugh and nod his head.

"You're good." He replied back to me, making me giggle as we walked .farther away from the busy part of the city and towards my house.

"What can I say? I'm a natural when it comes to conversations." I replied back to him, looking over at him and smiled, "What about you?"

"I grew up here, all my life and I want to go out and explore the world really." Trevor explained to me.

"Where do you wanna go?" I asked him aloud in a curious tone. He thought about it for a moment or two and then looked over at me, and I could see he was genuinely happy with out conversation.

"Ireland, I have family who still lives out there." Trevor replied back to me and I smiled, looking at his hair and then pointing to it.

"Well you do clearly look irish, I mean look at that red head." I said in a smirk and he laughed, waving me off and I laughed with him.

"Yeah I hear that a lot, but I'm also french." He replied back to me and I smiled, "What are you, since we're going down this road." I thought about it for a moment or two, wondering since I had the auburn hair and the fair skin, I could be Irish. But I wasn't: I was an alien. I wasn't going to tell him that, since that would be a bit of a turnoff and he would freak out. So I decided to go with the lie, that would not only save my life but his life as well.

"I'm Irish."