A/N: Hey guys, I know the story seems like it's going a little fast, but I dont want you guys to be bored, but I'm working on it. R/R?
SONG: Absolutley (Story of a Girl) - Nine Days

The rain patted on the roof as Adelaide cracked her eyes open to find the weather just as dismal and rainy as it had been the night before. She stretched, feeling as though she had slept longer than she actually had. Rolling out of bed, she ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. Only then did she realize that her beloved car was still sitting outside Olympic Outfitters.
"Oh no, my car!" She sprinted down the stairs and to the front window, yanking back the curtain to find her convertible sitting safely in the driveway.
"…is here…" she finished confusedly, letting the curtain fall back into place.
She then remembered Scott, and how he had promised to fix the car and have it driven back to her house. That part had been clear. But what Adelaide was curious about was how he managed to drive it over, when she knew for a fact her keys were sitting on the kitchen counter. Deciding this was simply too much information to process so early in the morning, Adelaide settled down on the couch with a steaming mug of coffee and flicked on the TV. Quickly growing bored of the news, she put on a talk show, where the host was interviewing a star of a popular TV show. She tried to pay to pay attention to the show, she really did, but her thoughts kept straying to the previous day. Why had Scott been so eager to help her? He was probably just being friendly, but if that's how friendly people are in Forks when they've only just met you, then this was an exceptionally freaky town. And that Jacob Black, he was…friendly to say the least. The sound of her phone ringing pulled Adelaide back to reality.
"Adelaide? Hi, I was wondering if you could come into work today, something came up and I have to go to Seattle," Mrs. Newton's voice sounded frantic, with an edge of aggravation. She must already be on her way.
"No problem, I'll be there within the hour." Mrs. Newton thanked her and Adelaide hung up.

Parking as close to the doors as possible, she turned off her ignition and sighed. It was raining harder now, and she was once again without an umbrella. Deciding it was going to be one of those days, she grabbed her latte to go and dashed out into the rain.
"I thought you didn't have to work today. You just couldn't resist my charm could you?" Scott asked, leaning against a shelf, a smirk plastered to his face.
"Shut up," Adelaide sneered. It was definitely going to be one of those days.
"I'm afraid I can't do that Addie. Mind if I call you Addie?"
"Yes."
Scott ignored her and kept talking. "Do you know why I can't do that? Because we're coworkers, and if we work in silence, it'll only make the workday all that much more horrible. So humor me, talk to me today."
Adelaide sighed. "If I must…"
Scott grinned. "So, how was your night?"
"Why do you care?" she snapped.
He held up his hands in defense, "just making conversation. So I see you got your car back."
"Yeah, thanks for that by the way. Hey, how did you get it to my house?"
"Don't ask, don't tell," he chimed smirking.
Adelaide shot him a look, "you know what, I probably don't want to know anyway."
They spent the rest of the day exchanging light conversation, but when ever Scott asked her anything about her family or anything that was dancing on the border of being the least bit personal, she shot him down.
"You know Adelaide, it's only seven, do you maybe want to get something to eat?" He asked as they closed the store. He wasn't sure why, but there was something in the back of his mind telling him to keep her out for a little while, that she couldn't go home just yet.
"Not really," Adelaide waved goodbye, and dashed to her car.

Pulling into her driveway, she noticed something was off right away. Her mother's Lexus was sitting in the driveway. Only then did she see the car sitting in front of her house, belonging to no one she knew. The second she stepped foot in her house, she could her footsteps thundering down the stairs. Those footsteps belonged to a man who was not Adelaide's father. A man, who at that moment, was attempting to put his shirt and tie on. The man ran past Adelaide without looking at her, grabbed his brief case and dashed out the door. She sighed, and so it had begun. Her mother had a habit of sleeping with every man in her law firm. Her father had the same habit of sleeping with all the women in his office. It didn't bother Adelaide much anymore; it had been going on for as long as she could remember. Her parents had failed to sign prenuptials when they got married, and not wanting to lose all their money, never bothered to get a divorce, and found it easier just to cheat on each other on a regular basis.
"Oh, it's you," a peeved voice came from the top of the stairs. Adelaide didn't need to turn around to know the irritated look her mother was giving her.
"Surprise," she answered sarcastically.
"Couldn't you have stayed out longer? I was busy entertaining. Oh, and your father is working late tonight." When her father worked late, that meant he was busy 'entertaining' too.
"Wow mom, it hasn't been a week yet and already you're on your way to becoming the town whore. Well that just shatters your old record by a mile."
"How dare you talk to me like that you ungrateful bitch! Your father and I have fed and clothed you for the past sixteen years and this is how you repay us?"
"Eighteen! I'm eighteen mom! Thanks for noticing your only daughter!"
"Get out! Get out of my house and don't come back until you can learn some respect!"
"No problem," she snarled, slamming the door behind her.

It wasn't until Adelaide was driving away that she realized she had no where to go. Spotting a coffee shop in the downtown district, she pulled in. The coffee shop was a cozy little place with mismatched furniture and soft music playing in the background. Ordering a cappuccino, she settled on one of the couches and began flipping through a magazine.
"Hey there Adelaide." She looked up to see Scott standing across from her grinning.
"What do you want?"
"Can't I just say hi?"
"No." Scott sat down anyway. He still had the inkling that something was wrong, but Adelaide refused to let any emotion other than coldness show. He should have given up by now, that's what most people would have done. But he couldn't just let her go like that, there was something about her that was extraordinary in everyway possible.
"You look like you want to talk," he said, sneaking a glance at her.
"Well I don't. Not to you, not to anyone. I don't do talking."
Scott chuckled to himself. "You know, I've never met a girl who doesn't like to talk about feelings."
"Well now you have. I'm heartless."
He looked at her sideways for a while, thinking. She was wrong, she wasn't heartless. She had a heart, it was just coated in a thick layer of ice.
"No you're not. I've met heartless people, and your not one of them. You're more of an ice queen."
"Who are you to say what I am or am not?" She asked coldly.
He cracked a smile. "I'm a perceptive person Addie."
"Don't-"
"Call you Addie." Scott stood up to leave, never having ordered a coffee. "You should smile more. It looks good on you." And with that he left, leaving a questioning look on Adelaide's face.

Adelaide reluctantly drove home with Scott's words still at the forefront of her mind. You should smile more. It looks good on you. What had he meant? She couldn't remember ever smiling around him. She could barley remember the last time she had smiled, she didn't really have much of a reason to the last few months.
Pulling into the driveway, she sighed, and slumped in her seat, only just remembering she wasn't allowed back, meaning the doors were probably locked.

Trudging up the front steps, she turned the door handle several times, but to no avail. She was locked out for the rest of the night. Not knowing what else to do, she sat down on the stoop. The instant she sat down, she needed to shield her eyes from headlights coming down the road. She didn't really pay any attention until she realized those headlights belonged to a very familiar black Porsche that lately seemed to be stalking her. The car stopped, and the driver's side door slammed shut.
"Why are you sitting out here in the rain, when you could be nice and dry inside? Haven't you ever heard wicked witches melt when they get wet?" Scott laughed.
"So now I'm a wicked witch instead of an ice queen?" Adelaide teased back.
"Whatever makes you happy pretty lady."
"Well what would make me happy is being inside, but that's not going to happen anytime soon…"
"Why's that?"
"That's not important. Listen, can't you just help me climb through a window or something?"
"Sure thing."
Adelaide led him around the back of the house to where her bedroom window was on the second floor. Effortlessly, Scott lifted her up into her window. She silently climbed in. He turned to go, but she stopped him.
"Scott? Thanks," she said, smiling a small smile.
"Anytime," he replied staring up at her mesmerized at the way the moonlight hit her face. And with that she disappeared into her darkened room. "Anytime, pretty lady," he whispered one more time, before he turned and disappeared into the darkness that had overtaken the small town.