Song: Why Can't I? - Liz Phair
Adelaide sat on her couch, entranced in the novel she was reading, when the phone rang. She picked it up, expecting to hear her older brother on the other end. She was surprised when she heard a completely different voice altogether.
"We're going out tonight," Scott stated. She could practically hear the smirk. It made her heart jump.
"Are we now?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Look out your window."
"What?"
"Look out your window," he repeated. Shaking her head, she did so. She let out a laugh when she saw Scott leaning against his shiny, black, Porsche, clad in a black leather jacket and jeans. The stars reflected in the car.
"Give me a minute," she smiled, waving. Hanging up, she dashed up stairs, changed out of her pajamas, and into jeans, and empire waist short sleeved shirt, and her usual chucks.
"Ready pretty lady?" he asked, holding the door open for her.
"Where are we going?" she asked as he got in the drivers side.
"Is Port Angeles ok?"
She nodded. Once they had reached the town limits (he was speeding, just as she always did) she spoke up.
"So I did some thinking last night and today."
"And what conclusions did you come to?" he asked, looking curiously at her. It didn't even bother her that none of his attention was focused on the road.
"Well, I decided that maybe I'm scared to get close to you because I care about you. I'm not scared to get close to Jacob, I just think he's a creeper and I want him to go away. But there's something different about you…"
Adelaide saw his grip tighten on the wheel, as if he was in danger of giving away a secret.
"Is different bad?"
"No, different is definitely not bad," she responded, a smile on her face.
"Well then, how am I different from, oh let's say, Jacob Black? Besides the fact I don't stalk you."
"Well, that point could be argued," Adelaide pointed out. Scott let out a laugh that was almost musical. "I don't know, it just…with you, everything fits, like a puzzle. I feel comfortable with you." Scott was quiet. "Oh never mind, you probably think I'm a psycho…"
"How could I think you're a psycho? I like you Adelaide."
"…You do?"
"I kissed you didn't I?"
"Yes."
It had only been about twenty minutes, but they were already in downtown Port Angeles. Scott pulled into a parking spot, took the keys out of the ignition and turned to Adelaide.
"I thought we should go on a proper date. You know, the kind where we talk, we flirt, I pay, and you sit there and look beautiful."
"Scott…" Adelaide flushed red.
"I don't want to hear any complaints. Tonight is my treat. By the way," he said, holding her door open for her, "you do look beautiful."
"In this?" she asked, motioning to her jeans, shirt, and chucks.
"It doesn't matter what you wear. You're always beautiful."
Flushing a deeper shade of red, she took the hand he had extended for her. Fingers laced, they walked down the sidewalk to the heart of the town.
"So, what did you have in mind?"
"My brother suggested a quaint Italian place near here, but I came up with a better idea."
He took her to a quaint, family owned restaurant, and host seated them on the terrace over looking the bay.
"Scott, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, ask me anything."
"That day, in the woods…" Adelaide heard a sharp intake of breath, "You and your brothers…you were glittering. Why?"
"…Anything but that."
"But-"
"Can I ask you a question now Adelaide?"
"Yes."
"Are you still in love with Peter?"
It was Adelaide's turn to take a sharp breath. "No, I'm not."
"But last night…" Adelaide could see the confusion in Scott's eyes.
"Last night was the first night I ever talked about it, and it hurt to remember. But I'm over him. I've been over him since prom night." She could still see that Scott was confused, so she elaborated. "Sometimes, when someone hurts you, it doesn't take you long to get over them. You tell yourself that you deserve better, so you move on, but you don't forget the pain they put you through. You change, you become stronger."
"You do you know, you deserve better."
Adelaide blushed, and concentrated on stirring her Sprite with the straw. It was then that the waitress came with Adelaide's burger and fries. They sat in a comfortable silence as Adelaide ate. She finished shortly and the waitress took the plate away.
"Do you believe in fate Addie?" Scott asked while they waited for the check.
"I'm not sure what I believe in Scott."
"What do you mean?"
"Fate, soul mates, true love…it's all very Disney. How do we really know it exists? Truly exists, and not just because we think it does."
"But it could be argued that they exist for that very reason, because we believe they do."
"I suppose so…"
Scott paid the check and they left, walking down the street hand and hand. Adelaide found it a chore to breathe when she was with Scott. He was breathtakingly beautiful with his pale skin, butterscotch eyes, and granite, muscular form. He took her breath away even when he wasn't even near.
"Would you like to see a movie?" Scott asked, pulling Adelaide from her thoughts.
They decided on seeing a comedy. As they watched the movie, they couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of the plot. Adelaide could have predicted the outcome from the time the opening credits came on screen, but somehow, it was all ok, because she was with him.
"See, I told you, you should smile more," Scott said, turning Adelaide so she could see her reflection in the glass that held a poster for an upcoming movie. "You look beautiful when you smile."
"You're too flattering," she replied, turning and walking in the opposite direction. She heard a voice come from the shadows of the movie theatre.
"Hey there," it was a very smooth, attractive voice. Turning, she saw the owner of the voice step into the moonlight. The figure was pale, had tattoos up and down his arms, and his jet black hair covered half of his face. Scott instantly appeared at entranced Adelaide's side.
"C'mon, we're leaving," he growled, tugging gently at Adelaide's arm. Only then was she pulled from her trance, and followed Scott. "I don't trust him," he growled as they walked to his car.
"Why?"
"Addie, do you go around trusting people who lurk in the shadows behind movie theatres?" Scott's gaze was fierce.
"Not generally."
"Good, because if you did, I would seriously need to question your hobbies."
The drive home was a short one due to the speed at which Scott drove. He slowed to a sluggish eighty miles an hour when they reached the city limits of Forks.
"Your parents won't be upset you're a little late, will they?" Scott asked as he stopped out side of Adelaide's house. It was past eleven thirty.
"No, they won't be home."
"Would you like me to stay with you?"
"No thanks. I'm a big girl, I can fend off burglars by myself," she joked, playfully punching Scott in the arm.
"Addie?" He called, just as she was about to close the door to the Porsche.
"Yes?"
"Don't ever change."
Adelaide rolled her eyes. "Goodnight Scott." And with that, she dashed up the porch steps, letting the screen door slam behind her.