We were barely alone, but it was enough. Kate was occupied with her sisters shopping, and Eleazar was somewhere down stairs. And I had my arms around Carlisle while we sat on the roof, his head resting on my shoulder.
"Tired, huh?" I teased, pulling him closer against me.
He nodded. "It's four AM in Forks right now…"
"Jetlagged?"
"Something close to it…"
I hugged him a little tighter, pleased to just be with him. "Do you want to go home?"
"No. Not yet…"
"Carlisle, if you're tired I don't mind if you want to go home. I can see you any time now."
"I mind." He leant into me further. "The others will be back soon anyway. I'll go then."
"Okay." I leant down to kiss his forehead but he moved so our lips met, smiling at me as I pulled away. "Fuck, I missed you."
"Bet I missed you more."
"You're so…" It started off an insult but I loved it. I wouldn't have him any other way. "…cute."
"Really? Cute? That's what you were going to say?" he laughed, sliding his fingers through mine.
"Well, I was going to call you a faggot, but that was a little harsh."
"Like you're one to talk," he teased. "But I did miss you though… Like really, really, really…" he trailed off as we heard the car in the distance, sighing and sitting up properly, ceasing any contact between us.
"Alright, bed time for you," I laughed, standing and offering him my hand to pull himself up on.
Carlisle was all too happy to agree to that, hugging both me and Eleazar goodbye before driving away.

Although having him close to me was amazing, most times that I saw him we were accompanied by someone else, usually Eleazar or Kate. Still, it was a relief just to be able to speak to him in person. Tanya invited him over to our house regularly as well, meaning he spent at least one night a week with us. His flat was nice too; just out of town but close enough to the hospital. We spent every opportunity we got together – built around Kate and his work schedule, of course. His shifts were irregular, meaning sometimes he worked in thirty six hour blocks, but that was usually followed by two or three days off, days that we tried to spend together. After a while, I started to lose track of how much time I actually spent with him.

"Garrett…what are we doing..?" Carlisle whispered, becoming more alarmed the further we got into town.
"We're going on a date," I told him. "I've been with you for almost two years and I've never taken you out once, so now we're going."
His fingers dug into the seat so tightly they were white, and he snatched his hand back when I tried to hold it. "I've never taken you anywhere either."
"But you moved hundreds of miles just so we could do this," I reminded, placing my hand on his knee while I drove.
He stiffened in his seat. "We're in public…"
"We're in the car," I teased.
"…Garrett…" He wasn't happy about this like I expected him to be, more anxious instead.
"Calm down, Carlisle. People do things with their friends all the time. I've told my family that we're together right now, and they think I'm just spending time with my best friend. Everything is fine."
"B-but Aro…"
"There's no way he's going to know we went and saw a movie together unless someone dobs us in." I slid my hand up his leg, finding his fingers.
He let me do it this time, squeezing my hand back and nodding slowly. "Everything is okay…"
"Of course it is." I leant over, kissing him quickly as I undid my seatbelt.
Carlisle panicked, shoving me back. "Stop!"
"Relax, idiot, the windows are tinted. Just calm down, okay? We'll be fine. This is supposed to be fun," I reminded him .

He didn't seem able to come to terms with it until we were in the darkened theatre. Only then did he start to enjoy what we were doing. "This is so cliché for a first date," he whispered to me, comfortable enough to let me hold his hand.
"Maybe I want us to be normal." I kissed his fingers, surprised that he didn't immediately reject the gesture.
"Maybe one day the Romanians will take over the Volturi and Vladimir and Stephan will come out and then it will be acceptable."
When I laughed the lady a few rows down from us glared. "What makes you so sure they're gay?"
He smirked. "They just strike me as the type."
"And what about us, then?" I teased, kissing his neck and drawing him closer.
"I would like to think that we fly under the radar." He kissed me back suddenly, unable to keep from laughing when I jumped.
"Well, no one's shot us yet, so we must." It was in no way an exaggeration.

That night was completely perfect, but afterwards I hardly spoke to him for over three weeks. Apparently 'understaffed' meant 'we literally have two doctors working in the Emergency Department so we're going to work them to death'. On the fourth week he cancelled coming over for dinner, saying he had to work instead. The next week he cancelled our date. The week after was nothing more than a rushed conversation over the phone. The next week I didn't bother, already knowing the answer. Even the rest of my family started to notice it.
Eventually I couldn't stand it anymore, waiting impatiently for him to answer his phone. "Carlisle, I need to see you."
He was slow to reply. "I-I get off work in an hour…You could come over then if you wanted…or I could come to you…"
"I want us to be alone for a while. I'll come to you." Instantly I was smiling, filled with anticipation. An hour seemed like a ridiculously long time, and I found myself in the car way before I needed to be. But then a text came through: Have to do another shift, see you tomorrow afternoon? "Fuck." I wanted to cry, throwing my phone onto the seat next to me in refusal of a reply. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

The next day I had convinced him to let me take us to dinner, although he continually reminded me that what we were doing was "completely insane" and he was almost blind with panic.
"Relax, Carlisle," I chuckled, placing my hand over his fingers across the table. "There's no one here to see us. We look like everybody else."
He drew his hand back and shoved it into his pocket, biting his lip but finally starting to smile. "I missed you."
"I wanted to come see you earlier," I teased, happy to finally get him talking.
"I'm sorry, I'm just…everything's really busy…" he sighed, resting his head in his hands.
"I'm just kidding. I know, it's alright." I trapped his foot between mine and he laughed, ducking his head before glancing up at me, smiling.
"Really, Garrett?"
"You adorable when you're smiling. Happy suits you." I waited for his rebuke at being called 'adorable'.
"Yeah, but I'm only happy when I'm with you. So maybe you suit me." Another smile, this time more shy.
"You're so cute it's disgusting. I love you." I kissed the back of his fingers, squeezing his hands.
"I love you too." His voice became quieter as the waiter came over, trying not to be awkward about our relationship being so clear in front of him. He should have been used to it in this line of work, surely.

After we'd eaten, we sat talking for a while, me planning on trying to convince him to go somewhere else. Except soon Carlisle was leaning forward, his arms folded against the table and his forehead resting on top of them.
"Carlisle…" I touched his shoulder as his speech slurred. "You okay?" Just by looking at him I knew what was wrong. He needed to go home. Now.
"Hmm…fine…" he mumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of his jacket.
"Let's go home, okay?" Getting to my feet, I stuck a check on the table.
"M-my turn to pay…"
"Um, no. You're going home."
He sat up then, glancing up at me with wide eyes. "N-no…you wanted t-to do something el-else…"
"Forget it. You're exhausted, Carlisle. I'm not blind."
Once he was up he was incredibly unstable, stumbling continuously before we even got out of the restaurant. He was too tired to protest when I wrapped my arm around his waist, practically holding him up.
"Home to bed."

Turns out going home was the best thing we could have done. Half an hour later I was lying on the bed, Carlisle curled up against my side. It had taken literal seconds for him to fall asleep once he was lying down, but somehow in the time it'd taken between me sitting beside him and him going to sleep, he'd managed to wrap his arms around me and get as close to me as humanly possible.
But, like all good things, it ended far too quickly. My fucking phone rang. Kate.
"Garrett? Where are you? You're late," she accused.
I tried to keep my voice steady, running my hand up and down Carlisle's back after he'd winced at the shrill sound of the ring tone. "Oh, um, really? Shit. I'll be home soon…" I really, really did not want to be home soon.
"What are you doing?" she laughed.
I sighed in relief as I realised that she wasn't mad, unsuspecting of anything. Still though, I had to tell her the truth, unable to think of a way out of it. "I'm with Carlisle still. I don't think he's feeling well…" I pressed my fingers against his forehead when he glanced up at me in question, obviously confused as to why I was telling her.
"Oh, is he okay?"
"I don't think so."
"I'm fine, Garrett," he hissed, sitting up quickly. "What are you doing?"
"Is he alright to be left along? Do you think he should come and stay with us?" Concern laced her tone.
Again he started to protest so I pushed him away, trying to get him to shut up. "Actually, I think I'd better stay here with him. I don't want to wake him up again." I tried to keep my smile out of my voice.
"Okay…ring me if anything goes wrong, okay?"
"Okay, Katie. I love you."
Carlisle looked away and I squeezed his hand harder than I should have as I tried to silently apologise.
"I love you too, Garrett. Be good." With that, she was gone. I wasn't sure what 'be good' entailed, but I was sure that I certainly wasn't going to 'be good'.

"Thank you!" Carlisle's arms were around me the minute I hung up, almost on top of me in an attempt to get close to me again, knocking the phone out of my hand. "I love you." He kissed me hard, holding my face in his hands.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, squeezing him against me. "I thought you were tired?" I teased, my lips trailing down his neck.
"I've never had you alone at night before and I've got plenty of time for being tired." His fingers found their way down my body, resting on my belt.
"Jesus, Carlisle. You're killing me," I groaned, biting down against his shoulder.
"If you leave a mark, what am I supposed to tell Esme?" His lips met mine, rougher than last time.
"So you see this going further then?" It was hard to concentrate, made even harder by whatever the fuck Carlisle's hands were doing.
"Of course not, Garrett," he answered innocently, pushing up my shirt. "But," another kiss. "I've got a condom in my wallet."
"Fuck, you dickhead," I whined, rolling over so I was on top of him and he was at my mercy. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I love you." He was laughing, more out of nervousness than happiness I think.
"Shit. You're actually-" I cut myself off, trying to straighten my thoughts.
"I love you."
And now my pants were undone, slowly being pushed down by the ridiculously beautiful boy in front of me. "Jesus…Carlisle…"
He froze. "Not if you don't want to, Garrett. We both know what the consequences are…"
Far too confident and pushed over the edge, I had absolutely no hesitation in agreeing – not even in a stable state of mind would I have argued.

As a straight seventeen year old girl who's never had a boyfriend I really don't think I'm capable of writing a sex scene so um, yeah.