A/N: Dedicated to lissaxsuee
Song: Perfect Day - Hoku

Adelaide awoke the next morning to something quite out of the ordinary. The sun peaked through her curtains, illuminating her room with the warm, familiar, summer glow she had missed since moving to Forks. A wide grin plastered to her face, she immediately hopped out of bed, rushing to the window to make sure it was true, and not just a very nice dream. She found it was indeed reality as it warmed her face. Thrilled by the fact she didn't need to work, she wasted no time, throwing on a pair of jeans, a tank top, and slipping into her favorite pair of flip flops. Within minutes, not knowing how long the sunshine would last, she was speeding down the highway, the top of her convertible down, the wind whipping through her hair. Adelaide had heard tell of a beach near Forks, up on the La Push reservation, and knew there was no better time to check it out.

The beach was not at all like the ones she'd been to on vacation, or the ones usually portrayed on TV shows about spoiled teenagers living in ocean side mansions. This one was rocky, and frankly, not very marketable. But as long as the sun continued to shine, Adelaide wasn't complaining. Settling herself on a large rock, just inches from the water, she breathed in the cool, salty, Pacific air. Closing her eyes, she let the water splash on her feet, and her mind wander. Her thoughts flashed to Scott unintentionally. She instantly changed them, not wanting him to ruin another day of her life. Instead she thought of the upcoming September, when she could finally get away from her parents forever, start anew. A new city, a new life. Adelaide could just picture it, the view of the city lights shining from her apartment window. A voice dragged her from her picturesque future.

"Adelaide! I'd never thought I'd see you here!" The voice was jubilant and oddly familiar. She hopped that maybe if she kept her eyes closed and ignored the origin of the voice, that it would disappear. She wasn't so lucky. "Adelaide? You alive over there?" The voice laughed. Only then did she realize why exactly the voice seemed familiar. Opening her eyes she found Jacob Black striding toward her, shirtless. She scowled, unfazed by his chiseled abs.
"You're always in such a bad mood! Why is that?"
"Why are you always in such a good mood?"
He laughed again. "Listen Adelaide, can't we be friends?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't need friends."
"Everyone needs at least one friend." His tone was quiet, as if he was lost in a memory.
"Yeah, well, not me."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"Why are you so eager to befriend me? Why do you go out of your way to talk to me?"
"You'd think I'm crazy."
"Nothing you say could alter my opinion of you."
His expression instantly became wary. "What do you think of me?"
"Only that you're a stalker." Her tone was nonchalant, but her words were like ice.
He laughed. "Oh that's it? It could be worse."
"Oh are you a serial killer too?"
"Not quite," he chuckled.
"So let me get this straight, you think stalking and serial killing is a joke? Well, I can see I'm not safe here," She got up and started walking away, but he caught her by the hand. His hand felt as though he'd stuck it in an oven for several hours.
"Well, it could be worse, you could think I'm some sort of inhuman monster," there was a hint of irony to his voice, but Adelaide couldn't quite place it.
"What, like a vampire?" She snorted.
"Something like that…" his voice was dark.
"They don't exist." She stated matter-of-factly.
Jacob muttered something that sounded like 'I wish' but Adelaide didn't quite catch it.
"Adelaide, please sit down." That odd look Adelaide recognized was in his eyes again. Reluctantly, she did.
"Don't you have friends?" She growled.
"Yes."
"Well why don't you get them to talk to so you can leave me alone."
"All except one are out in the woods."
"Well, go out to the woods." She didn't voice it, but a part of her secretly hoped that perhaps he would get eaten by a wolf if he did so. "Or go hang out with the other one."
"We aren't exactly on the best terms."
"Oh." Her tone made her seem like she cared, but she really didn't.
"Her boyfriend is a real…leech." On the last word he smirked, as though it was an inside joke. Did he realize she didn't care?
"Fine, if it'll make you quite you're whining, talk at me about it."
"Talk at you? As opposed to, to you?"
"Yes. Talking to me, means I have to participate in the conversation. Talking at me means I don't even have to listen if I don't feel like it."
"Well what's the point of that?"
"Some people are too chatty when others prefer to be left alone." Her tone was meaningful.
"Ok. I get it. I'll see you around Adelaide."
"Mm." she had closed her eyes and was trying to drift off in thought.
"Oh hey," catching her attention, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"What?"
"Don't get eaten by any vampires."
"Haha." She replied sarcastically. His face was not joking, in fact, it was dead serious. And with that, Jacob Black walked away.

Vampires, she scoffed. The idea was ridiculous. The idea of vampires and Dracula was brought around centuries ago meant to scare local villagers. That kid had been watching too many horror movies. Vampires were just as ridiculous as werewolves, witches, or The Thing from the Black Lagoon. The most monstrous thing in reality were cannibals.

Lost in thought, the crashing of the waves lulled Adelaide into sleep. In her dream, there was a girl in a white dress facing an attractive, pale man in a tux. The bride was flanked by her bridesmaids, and the groom was flanked by his groomsmen. Standing off in one corner were several shrouded figures, their eyes gleaming red. Adelaide shot a panicked glance in their direction. It appeared she was the only one aware of their presence. Frantically, she turned toward the person next to her. His warm, butterscotch eyes smiled back at her.
"They're here Scott, they're here!" She exclaimed.
Scott's eyes turned menacing as the shrouded figures moved toward the wedding. Leaping up, he pulled her behind him, protecting her. Barley a second later, a large, rustic wolf barreled out of nowhere, placing its self, growling, in front of Scott. Adelaide looked wildly around, but she couldn't see anyone's face. She noticed then that throughout the dream she had never seen anyone's face. The only face she had seen was Scott's.
"Adelaide, Adelaide, wake up." The voice jarred her from her sleep. As soon as she opened her eyes to the bright sun, the dream was forgotten. Sitting up, she realized the voice belonged to Jacob Black.
"Ugh, what do you want?" she asked sleepily.
"Just surprised you're still here, that's all."
"Jacob? Jacob!" An unfamiliar voice called. Jacob whirled around to see who was calling his name. Adelaide saw a very pale girl, who looked to be about her age, running, or trying to at least, down the beach toward them.
"What is it?" Jacob asked coolly.
The girl had reached them by now. She opened her mouth to speak with Jacob, but she then noticed Adelaide. "Oh, hi. I'm Bella."
"Adelaide, and I was just leaving." She leapt up from the rock and started toward her car.
"You don't need to go anywhere," Jacob told her before turning his attention back to Bella. "What are you doing here?"
"I just came to see if you had changed your mind about coming."
"You're really marrying him."
"Yes Jacob, in August."
"So soon. You're sure you want this." This wasn't a question.
"Yes, I know. And I'm positive. It's everything I want."
"You really want to be one of them, forever? Forever is a long time Bells."
"And not a day less."
Adelaide walked toward her car slowly, listening to their strange conversation. It felt as though she was missing information, like she'd walked in on the middle of a very dramatic movie. She felt Jacob's eyes bore into the back of her head for just a second.
"Well, I hope it's a nice wedding."
"You're not-"
"No. I'm sorry it has to be this way Bella, but you've made up your mind. I don't think we can be friends anymore, and I mean it this time. Consider your wedding day the day the treaty ends."