Song: Blackout by Muse

When Adelaide woke up the next morning, the previous night's events were still fresh in her mind. Sure Scott had helped her get into her house, but that didn't change anything. For several moments she just lay there, unmoving, until she remembered it was a weekday and that her parents were both at work. Only after she rolled out of bed, brushing her short blonde hair out of her face was she aware of what was going on around her. Outside, thunder crashed above and lightening light up the dark room and the rain came down in sheets. She cursed. Why was it always raining in this infernal town? She followed her routine of getting ready and going to work. It had become tedious in only a week, but it would only be a routine she followed for three months then she was turning her back on Forks and never looking back. But that was the future and this was the present.

Still half asleep, she crossed the parking lot with an umbrella in one hand and coffee to go in the other. She was working more than she was technically supposed to, but Mike was often making day trips to Seattle where he would be attending college in the fall. And besides, money was money. Adelaide groaned to herself when she saw Scott stacking the shelves. Couldn't she just have a nice, peaceful workday without his infernal talking?

"Morning Addie!" Scott called cheerily. It was much too early for Adelaide to even consider being pleasant, so she didn't respond.
"A little grumpy this morning?"
"No, not at all." Sarcasm dripped from her every word.
"You know Addie, you should really take my advice."
Her thoughts flickered to the little bit of advice she had received from him the other day. You should smile more. It looks good on you. The words resounded in her head like an echo that refused to diminish.
"How, how do you-" her sentence was cut short by the bell ringing, signaling someone had entered the store. Scott disappeared to the store room before Adelaide could look up, though when she did she wasn't pleased. It was the boy who was giving her an odd look on her first day, Jacob Black.
"Can I help you?"
"Just looking for camping gear," it wasn't a very convincing story, but Adelaide didn't further question, she didn't really care to talk to him. Jacob walked around the store, idly browsing, though it seemed he was always sneaking glances at her. Finally having enough of the glances, she spoke up.
"Are you looking for anything in particular?" Her voice was less than friendly. She mentally cursed out Scott for leaving her with the odd customer.
"Yeah, I'm looking for…um…lamps."
"Aisle six."
"Err…thanks."
Adelaide turned her back to him and began repricing the small articles behind the counter. Not even a minute after she had returned to her job, she felt eyes on her back.
"Yes?" She sighed, aggravated.
"I was wondering, would you maybe like to go out with me some time?" It was then that she realized Jacob wasn't as old as he looked. He was about sixteen, seventeen at the most.
"Sorry Jacob, I don't date."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Jacob, I'm sure. I'm sorry, but if there's nothing more you need, I need to get back to work."
Looking dejected, he nodded and walked out. A small piece of Adelaide felt sorry for him, the other part, the larger part, didn't feel anything.
"Ouch." Adelaide jumped at the sound of a voice suddenly behind her. She turned to see Scott leaning against the doorframe, smirking. Adelaide scowled. She hated that smirk.
"Way to let him down easy Addie. 'I don't date', hmm, I should really remember that one. Did I scare you?"
"No, you didn't scare me," she sneered. "But it's true. I don't date."
"Why is that? A pretty little thing like you could get any guy you wanted."
"Just drop it." Adelaide muttered through clenched teeth.

As if it were a foreboding sign from the powers that be, thunder crashed, the lights flickered, and then everything went dark. Adelaide sighed. This just had to be the cherry on top of what was undeniably the worst week of her life, of what she knew were going to be the worst three months any human being has ever endured. Muttering darkly under her breath, she dug around behind the cashier until she found a flashlight that miraculously had working batteries. Before she could turn it on it was out of her hand.
"So when you get mad, you make the power go out. Maybe if I get you really pissed off, you could conjure up a tornado or something to rip all of Forks apart," Scott laughed, shining it in her face.
"Just help me find the fuse box," she replied, rolling her eyes and grabbing the flashlight back.
"Whatever you say, wicked witch." Scott chuckled again. He was clearly getting a kick out of this predicament. Adelaide made her way into the storage room, with Scott right behind her humming the Wicked Witch's theme song from the Wizard of Oz.
"Must you do that?"
"Yes."
"You are so immature," she sighed, shining the light along the walls, looking for the fuse box.
"Maybe. But you, my dear, are too mature."
"Not possible."
"Highly possible."
"Will you just help me find the damn fuse box please?"

Though she couldn't see, Scott smirked. He had noticed, in the week he'd known her, that whenever she wished to end a discussion she would become unresponsive to any question pertaining to the subject she didn't wish to discuss, or she would change the subject altogether. An angry sigh disrupted his thoughts.
"I can't find it. I'm beginning to think there isn't even one at all."
"Let's look for it later. No one's going to be out in this weather anyway." Well, that was a lie. He could think of a few people who would be outside enjoying the weather, but no one human. When Adelaide didn't protest to the suggestion, he slipped the flashlight out of her hand and led the way back to the main part of the store. He made himself comfortable on the floor, leaning against a shelf, while she placed her self on top of the counter, her legs not even reaching the floor. They sat in a stony, awkward silence for sometime. It wasn't that it was awkward because there was nothing to say, but because one person in the room did not particularly enjoy the other's company, and probably very much wished to be somewhere sunny. Scott tossed the illuminated flashlight in the air, catching it deftly with one hand. The light swirled around the darkened store, and every so often it would shine on Adelaide just right, making her look like an angel on earth.
"Would you stop that?" She growled. She was obviously easily irritated.
"Well we aren't exactly having a riveting conversation at the moment…"
"Whatever, I'm leaving." She gracefully hopped off the counter and strode toward the door. Not even in the span of a second, Scott had leapt to his feet and caught up to her.
"Addie no!" He caught her gently by the hand. She spun gracefully, like a dancer, so she was facing him. He could hear her pulse in her hand. He could practically taste the blood pulsing rhythmically to her cheeks.

They stared at each other, hands still held. She could feel the fury behind her eyes, but couldn't quite make out the emotion behind his. A sudden gust of wind blew open the doors, sending leaves and rain pelting into the warm, tiny store. Adelaide's short blonde hair whipped around her, as she covered her face with her hands, protecting herself from the flying debris. Scott forced the doors shut and locked them to ensure they stay closed.
"Is it always like this?"
"Not this bad, no. But it does always rain." Scott had assumed she meant the weather. But in actuality, Adelaide wasn't even sure her self what she meant.
Several hours passed, with neither of them saying much. But the weather soon became manageable enough to drive in.
"Do you want me to follow you?" Scott called above the rain, watching as she got in her car.
"I'll be alright." And with that she drove out into the pouring rain. By the time she pulled into the driveway, her mind was already overflowing with thoughts. Trotting up the stairs, she changed into her pajamas, turned on the radio, and flopped down on her bed. When Scott had grabbed her hand, it had sent an electric shock racing through her body. She had never had physical contact with Scott before, but something felt…familiar. Almost as if she's held it a thousand times before. But that was ridiculous, she'd never met him before she moved here. She was going insane.

When Scott walked into the giant white house near the edge of the woods, he found his brother standing in the living room, arms folded, with an irritated look on his face. He knew. He knew everything that had happened, and everything he had been thinking. Edward always knew. And he had probably informed Alice too.
"Don't you dare," Edward snarled.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Scott knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Don't you dare fall in love with her, and don't you dare bite her."
"Take your own advice Edward," Scott snarled back, just as menacing. He was only saying things aloud in hopes the whole house would hear.
"You haven't even been with us a month, you don't get to tell me what to do."
"We'll you're planning on biting Bella, aren't you?"
"That's none of your business."
"It's all of our business Edward. It affects all of us."
"Oh." Alice had pranced into the room, it appeared she didn't know she had interrupted a fight. It was a good act. Scott knew the others would shortly follow, or were in the other room.
"Just don't fall in love with a human. It will be the worst mistake of your existence."
"So Bella is a mistake?"
Edward scowled. "She's the exception. Just don't do it." And with that, he strode fluidly from the room.
Watching Edward leave, Alice skipped over. "Do you love her?"
"Yes."
"So what are you waiting for?"
Scott didn't reply. He remembered the way her blood pulsed, the way the wind, swirling her blonde hair like a halo, had entangled her sent around his taste buds. Would he be strong enough to resist her? Or would his vegetarian lifestyle come crashing down around him all because of one silly, beautiful, girl?