Song: Kiss The Girl - The Little Mermaid

Adelaide was running around the house, looking for her other shoe, music blasting in the background. How she heard the knock on the door, she'll never know. She opened the door to find Scott standing there, an amused smirk plastered on his face. Rolling her eyes, she left the door open for him and went about looking for her other shoe.
"I could hear your music nearly three blocks away you know."
"Only three blocks?" She asked sarcastically. He was obviously over-exaggerating.
"Then again, that's not saying much. I have excellent hearing."
Scott was still standing in the foyer when Adelaide reappeared, with both shoes, sun glasses perched on top of her head, her keys and her purse.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Only if you are my dear."
She breezed past him, out the door and toward her car. Smirking, he followed silently behind.
"You're not going to need those you know. It's going to be cloudy all day, but clear at night."
Sighing, she tossed them in the back seat, started the ignition, and put the top down.

A female's voice blasted from the speakers, backed by loud, fast music as they sped down the highway. Out of curiosity, he peaked at the speedometer and found that it was pushing ninety. He laughed to himself. Then he noticed it. The wind blew her hair, making it much more evident than it would have been had she kept the top of the convertible up. What was she thinking? How could she be so irresponsible with a monster like himself in the car? He gripped the car, trying to brace himself. Her scent engulfed his lungs. He couldn't take a breath without smelling the ever-lingering peppermint. Tactics of how to kill her, how to taste her sweet blood pulsed through his mind. If he was to do it now it would surely cause an accident….he shook his head, trying to clear the malicious thoughts. Why was his primal instinct so strong if he had never tasted human blood? The urge to kill her was stronger than it had been the day the power had gone out.
"You like music?" he asked, deciding to attempt to distract himself from the over-whelming thoughts that taunted his mind.
"Yes."
"Is this your favorite band?"
"One of them, yes."
And so the conversation had begun. Scott interrogated her about her favorite bands from each decade, as she did the same to him. Adelaide had surprisingly good taste in music, for a human. They got to Olympia in half the time it would have taken someone who gave a damn about speed limits. It was a weekday, so there were plenty of parking spaces for the choosing.
"Ya know," Scott said, as the pair walked down the street, "you would get along unbelievingly well with my sister Alice."
"And why's that?"
"You drive like she does."
"Really now? Most people are scared of my driving."
He laughed, "Everyone in my family drives like you do."
"Do you?"
"Yes."
They walked in silence for sometime, Adelaide admiring the sights, Scott just walking silently beside her. The weather was reasonably good, well, as good as the Olympian Peninsula could get. Scott couldn't take the silence anymore. He needed to make conversation, as a diversion tactic from all possible ways he could kill her without anyone noticing raced through his mind.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Why do you care?" she snarled, as was her usual response when he asked her questions about herself.
"Just trying to make conversation. What's your favorite movie?"
"Quit with the third degree ok?"
"Where did you live before you moved to Forks?"
"Do you always ask so many questions?"
"Do you always dodge so many questions?"
She was quiet then. Scott hated when she was quiet, because that usually meant she was thinking. She normally never said much in the first place, but she never voiced her thoughts unless they were cynical and sarcastic. It was moments like these that Scott would have given anything in the world to be able to read minds like Edward. Just Adelaide's though, she was the only one in the world he cared about. Scott couldn't take it anymore.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, looking down at her.
"You don't want to know what I'm thinking."

They spent most of the morning walking around the city, before Adelaide, stomach growling, dragged Scott into a tiny pizzeria for lunch. It was a quaint, checkered table clothes, handwritten menus, seat yourself, mom and pop type of a place. There were a few other people scattered about the restaurant, so they chose a secluded table in a corner near the front window.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Adelaide asked, handing her menu back to the waitress, having just ordered two slices of cheese pizza.
"I'm sure. I'm not hungry."
Adelaide waited until the waitress walked away before commenting. "You are the strangest guy I've ever met."
Scott's eyes became confused, yet tight. "How so?"
"I have an older brother, so I know for a fact guys eat a lot. But you, I've never seen you eat."
"I haven't seen you eat either."
Adelaide considered this. "Fair enough."
"It's because this is the first time we've actually spent time together."
"Are you complaining?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not at all."
"Oh, well, I am."
The waitress brought Adelaide's lunch.
"I still don't think you're normal," she commented before digging into her food. She could have sworn she heard him mutter 'I'm not' but she couldn't be sure.

The afternoon was uneventful. Adelaide dragged Scott to a large music store, which had every CD from every genre one could imagine, in which she spent a good two hours and purchased several CD's. She then had him come with her to a large book store where she spent another hour and a half and walked out with several more books. It was as they were exiting the bookstore that she looked up at him curiously.
"You aren't complaining…Why?"
"I didn't know I should be. Besides, there's nothing to complain about. I enjoy your taste in music, and I was curious as to what interests you as far as literature goes."
Adelaide was having trouble believing this. "If I took you to clothes stores, would you complain then?"
"I wouldn't be happy, but I wouldn't complain."
Adelaide decided to test his boundaries. She smirked as she fell back into her old habits of testing boundaries she'd never been given. "C'mon then, I need Forks appropriate clothes."
"As you wish," he whispered, following her to the nearest clothing store.

Much to Adelaide's surprise, Scott had been right about the weather. Once the sun had set, the sky had cleared, revealing a plethora of stars. They walked along the boardwalk lined with kiosks. There were a few more people out, but it wasn't crowded. It was actually quite nice.
"So do you like Olympia?" Scott asked.
Adelaide nodded, "Much better than Forks."
He chuckled, "A lot of places are."
They reached the end. Adelaide sat on the edge, her feet dangling inches above the water as it lapped against the boardwalk in perfect rhythm. He stayed back a few feet, admiring the way the moonlight shone off of her, it made her look angelic, just like the flashlight had. He wanted it so bad, was it possible she wanted the same thing too? He made to move forward, but something stopped him. Was he nervous? He couldn't be nervous, never in his long life had he felt an ounce of nervousness, so why now? What was it about this insolent, ordinary, human girl that made him look at her the way he did? Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't in the least bit ordinary, and her cheeky comments made him love her that much more. He didn't think about his next actions.

Adelaide absent mindedly swung her feet in time to the waves. She was somehow reminded of the Little Mermaid, and smiled as 'Under the Sea' played in her head. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Scott standing behind her, a smile graced his face. She didn't realize until that moment just how gorgeous he was. His eyes were hazel again, and in the moonlight, his pale features didn't seem as hollow as they did in the day. He held out a hand to her, and she took it, standing. What happened next happened in a whirlwind. Scott wrapped his arms around the small of her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck and dipped her. He bent his head, and his cool lips touched hers. For that moment in time, the world stopped. For that moment in time, everything was perfect when he kissed her.