AN: Thanks PbjRex! I really enjoyed your review (it meant a lot!) and I hope I answered your question in this chapter. However, I don't think I'll continue it much longer, as I didn't get reviews (other than yours) on my first chapter and I really don't want to spend a lot of time on something that may not be that good to many people :P

Time must have been standing still, because to Angie, it felt like she had been standing in the doorway for hours. Her eyes never left his tall figure standing in front of her, and after what felt like an eternity, Adam took a step forward, reaching towards her. Angie couldn't help but flinch and take a step backwards, narrowly missing a stair. Something inside her finally clicked.

Reaching out towards his outstretched hand, Angie finally mustered up enough courage to speak.

"..textbook." She said through clenched teeth, voice low and deadly.

Grabbing the book, she pushed past him into her home, leaving Adam standing in the door completely dumbfounded. Hearing the door close behind her, Angie slightly turned her head to see him following her slowly into the kitchen. Okay, yeah, what she had just said was really lame. But in her defence, her books were like her children or her most prized possessions. She hated when anyone would lay a finger on them, even her parents.

As soon as she reached the kitchen, she tossed her books and bags on the counter, looking for something—anything to eat.

"You've been here for all of what? Five minutes? And you've already raided the blood supply that mom and dad brought specifically for you? I'm glad to see you've made yourself at home," she nodded her head towards the bottle in his hand. "They said it better last you your whole trip. However, I wouldn't be surprised to see it be finished by this time tomorrow night."

She opened the fridge and frowned. Her supply of "normal" people food had been replaced with bottles and bottles of the disgusting red liquid.

"Where did all of my food go?" She slammed the refrigerator door shut and whipped around to face Adam, shooting him an icy glare in the process. Boy, if looks could kill, he'd be dead by now. "Just because you're a vampire, doesn't give you the right to replace all of my food with yours," she rambled. "In case you've forgotten, I'm a human and I eat real food, not the garbage you've put in the fridge." Her voice was now showing how angry she was.

To any normal person, this conversation would beyond confusing, and one might consider Angie to be insane thinking. Adam a vampire? No way. However, in reality, Angie was perfectly sane. Adam had been a friend of the family for years, and had known Angie since she was a little over 8 years old. Yes, her family discovered he was a vampire, but she didn't know the details too well. All she knew was that he was very close to the family and whenever he was coming over, the fridge would be topped off with blood, specifically for him. She hated it, but tolerated it for the sake of her parents. Besides, he had never technically upset or harmed her in any way. She just didn't think too highly of vampires. Speed, strength, good looks, ability to do pretty much anything. In her opinion, blood drinking brought down any of those qualities immensely.

Adam cleared his throat, causing Angie to snap out of her thoughts.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, staring at the ground. "It didn't occur to me. I just thought it would be easier to have it up here and keep your food below mine." His gaze was fixated on the floor tile. For a normally big, strong, and proud guy, Adam looked awfully sad. Like a defenceless child being picked on by that jerk of a bully everyone hates.

Wait..what? Had she missed seeing her food in the fridge? Too embarrassed to check, Angie grabbed an apple off of the fruit plate, picked up her books and bag and headed towards the staircase up to her room.

Pausing at the foot of the stairs, she turned around and muttered "Yeah? Well, you thought wrong." It may have been too quiet for a person to hear, but she knew that he heard her loud and clear. She left Adam standing in the kitchen, staring where she had just been, feeling dejected.

Slowly beginning the walk to her room, Angie wondered why she had snapped at him. It's not like he had done anything wrong, but she still felt the need to be angry. Admittedly, she did use sarcasm and anger when she was in a situation she felt uncomfortable in, but she hadn't a need to feel uncomfortable around him. Not only anger, but now remorse was beginning to fill her. He looked genuinely upset as she left him in the kitchen. Forget it; she didn't have time to figure this out. More important things began flooding into her mind. Homework and studying were top priorities at this moment. The faster she got them out of the way, the more time she could dedicate to her old reliable friend, the TV. But first things first, she was in desperate need of a nap.

Finally reaching her room, she threw her things on the floor and collapsed on her bed, staring at the ceiling. After what felt like a few seconds, her eyelids became heavy, and she could feel herself drifting off to sleep. She loved to nap during the day, but the only thing she hated was that no matter how hot it may be outside, Angie would shiver without a blanket. Too tired to cover herself up, she curled into a ball to keep warm, but, as usual, she was still cold.

Almost 4:00pm. Great, just great. Angie had slept well past what she was hoping for. Normally, she would have woken up from being too cold and just given up on sleep. She yawned and stretched her arms, pushing off the blanket in the process... –Blanket? Had she covered herself up while she was asleep? Not unless she was a damn good sleepwalker. This blanket had come from the downstairs couch, when her dad covered her up while she fell asleep watching TV a few nights ago. She quickly realized Adam must've covered her whilst she slept. Perfect. Another reason to feel bad for snapping at him. She sighed.

"Done!" she shrieked happily. Three hours later and a pile of homework down, Angie had accomplished enough for the day to finally take a well deserved break. Her stomach growled loudly. "Wow, just in time," she giggled.

Hopping off her bed, she slowly opened her door and looked outside—nobody there. Once she was certain there was no one there by checking again and again, she set off quietly in the direction of the kitchen, turning around every couple of seconds to make sure no one was following her. Considering Adam was the only other person in the house, no one was technically only one person. Halfway there, she paused. What was she doing? This was her house and she had every right to stomp around like a herd of elephants if she so felt. No, she convinced herself she wasn't scared of running into Adam, but a part of her mind began to doubt that theory. Nonsense. She walked normally the rest of the way to the kitchen, only looking behind a couple of times.

Hey, she wasn't perfect. A couple is better than a million. 'So sue me,' she thought.

Finally arriving at the kitchen, she unconsciously walked over to the fridge and opened it. It was just a bad habit for her to walk there first. She immediately noticed her food had been put back and the blood was gone.

'Great. Another reason to feel bad,' she thought.

Grabbing a drink, she turned around to set it on the table to prepare dinner.However, he beat her to it. On the table was a small box of pizza waiting for her. How did she know it was for her? It had a small note taped onto the top of the box.

'Sorry for earlier. –Adam'

Damn this vampire. He hadn't even been here for more than a few hours and he already had her feeling worse than she had felt in so long. She debated on whether or not to eat it. On one hand, if she ate it, she wouldn't need to make her own dinner, and he could maybe consider it as a form of forgiveness. On the other hand, if she didn't eat it, it would show him she was still angry. What was she angry over again? Him touching her book? That argument was lame and lost fast. She finally settled down to eat her dinner, unaware of him watching from the entrance to the kitchen—smiling hopefully. Maybe he had finally been forgiven.

After finishing dinner, Angie washed her dishes and threw away the garbage. Now was a great time to watch TV..in her own room. Even though the living room had a much larger TV, she wasn't going to risk it. She wasn't going to waste a successful and tiring day of avoiding Adam, only to have to face him because she wanted to watch Nikita or Vampire Diaries. Now that she thought about it, maybe it would be better if she watched the TV in her room to avoid him making fun of her for what she watched. Not taking any chances this time, Angie sprinted from the kitchen to her room and slammed the door shut.

"Success," she whispered happily.

Finally settling on the bed and turning on the TV, she picked up her apple from earlier and finally began to relax. Still a few minutes before her shows began, and as nerdy as it sounded, she was really excited to watch them. With her tension leaving her quickly, she finally began to feel at ease again. That is, until she heard a knock on her door. Watching it slowly open and his head poke through, her heart felt like it had just dropped to the floor as he walked into her room, uninvited.

'Great. Just great.' She thought.