So guys, here's my latest update. Hope you enjoy it. As always, leave me a review and I post faster. Also, I just like criticism. Plot, writing style, and spelling/ grammar checks are most helpful.

We entered the main lobby and waited in line as a family asked to be seated. When it was our turn, we moved up to the stand where a young girl smiled at us, her chirpy expression chiseled into place. She wore a green apron over a brown tunic dress and leggings.

When Michel asked her for a table, she gave him a sly look so that her smile was more genuine. He returned her smile; amused. I frowned at the world in general, thinking it so unfair that he couldn't even go to a diner without flirting with someone. Besides, why on earth was the waitress dressed for a night out while working here?

Whatever, it's not like I should be jealous, but I was. It wasn't so much that the girl was flirting with him, but that Michel's attention was diverted. It had been a long time since I saw him, and I wanted to talk.

We were led to a booth where we sat facing each other. I ordered myself a couple scoops of chocolate ice-cream while Michel got a milkshake. The girl, whom I decided was a part-time worker in college, left to get our food after giving us a wink. And I mean both of us. I didn't bother to try and figure out what that meant; instead I leaned in and whispered.

"I bet you ten dollars she'll end up with you before the night's over." He grinned so that I could see the edges of his canines. Without warning he began digging into his pockets and pulled out a Hamilton, pushing it into my hand. In response I blinked; twice. He laughed at me.

"She's delicious." He told me, flicking the tip of his tongue along his lower lip.

"So what have you been up to since December? I can tell you've moved out of Brockport." I tried very hard to ignore his pun. He grinned again and leaned back against the upholstered seat.

"Did you check?"

"Not really, but the police said they couldn't find you. I'm assuming you're name was registered to the house; well, one of your fake identities anyway."

"It's not. The house belongs to Joseph Valenti. A historical home that's been in his family for years." He smirked as I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Or at least that's what people think. I bought it a while back."

I sighed. "You're being too friendly."

"I thought friends are supposed to be friendly, or did you miss the memo?"

"No, it's just that you're so open. I'm not sure if I believe you."

"Is there any reason for me to lie?"

"Would that stop you?" I pointed out, making him laugh.

"Not really, but I'll get you to trust me eventually. How about I ask the questions; that way there isn't a possibility that I'm making things up?" he waited for my consent before launching into his own inquisition. "So your father said you're applying to York. Why Canada?"

"It's a good school, but I'm not so sure now. I was thinking more like Amherst in Mass. I'd try SUNY, but I don't really want to stay here anymore, and I can still visit my family."

"Tame little Kerry wants adventure?" he asked, and we laughed quietly before the waitress returned with our 'food'.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" She asked, holding her hands behind her back so we could get a better visual of her chest.

"Not right now, but I'll be sure to let you know." Michel said charmingly, looking at her a second too long for my taste. The girl blushed, redness pooling under her cheeks. I kicked him under the table, knowing it wouldn't hurt him.

"I'm also finally out of the physiatrist's office," I told him loudly when he ignored me. The girl gave me a funny look before walking away quickly. That returned his attention.

"They actually let you out? I'd expect them to lock you up in a padded cell."

"You're not that lucky. Besides, we had really interesting conversations." I said, "Would you like to hear what about?" I shoveled some ice-cream into my mouth.

"Maybe in the car."

"Darn; and I was so looking forward to telling you how I met Edward Cullen and how he whisked me away to get married after I had his monster baby."

"Really Kerry? Glittering vegetarian vampires? It's a hippie horror."

"At least Edward's a gentleman. Did you see the movie? I really wanted Gaspard Ulliel to play him. Although, now that I think about it, you really look like him too." I babbled as I remembered he was also French; probably.

"You have no idea how often I've heard that, especially since we live in the States." He looked at me with a grimace, "And you could never get me to see that puke." He looked at my empty bowl.

"How about you go to the car, I'll follow you in a moment." I was about to protest, but he glared at me, so I got up, snatched my purse, and huffed into the warm spring wind.

Standing there, I thought about my luck. I got to live, and I could still see him, or at least I'd get letters periodically. It was the best deal I could think of that didn't require either of us to change. However, there was this tinniest problem: I had told him I love him.

I wondered again, not of rte first time in the past months, if I had meant it. No doubt I had, I'd never risk my life for someone if I didn't care about them, and yet— I was pretty sure I didn't feel that way anymore. H was unearthly good-looking, but that didn't mean anything more. People can fall in love more than once; I'd seen that with my own family.

Eventually I realized I was looking stupid, standing next to the car so I climbed in and closed the door behind me. Ironic wasn't it? That a vampire I knew for three days could keep in touch but I've had contact with Mom once. It does matter anymore though, I already forgave her.

Within a few moments of staring into space, Michel returned and buckled up in the driver's seat. "How about we go to my old house for a while? So we can talk properly." He asked as he backed up. I nodded and locked at him.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I yelled at him. He looked startled.

"What did I do?"

I jabbed at the hand he had placed on the stirring wheel. There was a seven digit phone number scrawled across it in purple pen. He grinned.

"I told you to wait in the car," his eyes danced, "because you wouldn't like it."

I think it turned out a bit wordy, but funny still. I even stuck in a nice flirty waitress cliche. Oh, and a nice Edward twist from Twilight along with the delicious Gaspard Ulliel. Review Please.

~Vine