Song: Whole New World - Aladdin (..im a freak, we've been over this!)
"And for another thing-"
The ring of the phone could barley be heard over Adelaide's mother's incessant screaming. Her parents were fighting about who would get to use the cabin, which was more of a small mansion, in Aspen they had bough several years previous. Both of them were planning on entertaining clientele, though neither said it aloud.
"Hello?" Adelaide asked, louder than she normally would have, as she rushed upstairs with the portable phone.
"Hey Addie, is this a bad time?" Scott's voice sounded concerned. There was no doubt in her mind that he had heard her parent's argument.
"Just as good as any…"
"Oh, well I was wondering if perhaps you would be interested in going on a date tonight."
Adelaide paused. "A date?"
"Yes. I promised I would make it up to you, and I have every intention of doing so. So in that case, are you free?"
"…Yes."
"I'll be there at seven." There was a click on the other end, and then the line was silent.
Adelaide glanced at her digital clock sitting on her nightstand. It was only four. She turned up the radio, and tried to drown herself in the lyrics, but her brain was having none of that. How was she supposed to explain to her parents she was going on a date? They would never allow it…if they knew. She could always sneak out…she'd done it before. In the midst of her planning to sneak out, something strange happened. The screaming stopped. Curious, Adelaide quietly descended the stairs and found her father packing up his brief case.
"Finally gave in?" she asked icily.
"I let your mother use the cabin for two weeks if I could use the Italian villa for three," and with that he ran out the door. Her mother had already gone.
"So you both will be back sometime at the end of July?" she asked to herself, rolling her eyes.
The one good thing about such matters was the fact she could do as she pleased without any questioning.
At exactly seven o'clock, there was a knock at the door. Smiling to herself, she ran down the stairs and threw open the door, revealing Scott, the light of the porch light gleaming softly on his pale skin.
"Ready for our date?" he asked.
Adelaide stepped out onto the porch and looked to the car-less driveway. "Where's your car?" she asked, utterly confused.
"We don't need a car for our date." His trademark smirk was firmly in place.
"What?" she asked slightly apprehensively.
"I thought tonight I would show you a little bit of the world I came from." He held out his hands for her to take.
Still slightly confused, she wordlessly took them. She blinked, just once, and when she opened her eyes, she was no longer standing in her living room in dismal Forks, Washington. Instead, she was standing on a street she knew so well, in a town she nearly knew by heart, snow falling gracefully around them.
"Welcome to Chicago in the 1920's."
"Holy…" Adelaide looked around the city. "How did you-"
"Shh," Scott requested, placing a cold finger to her lips, "I'll tell you later, just enjoy it."
Adelaide looked down at her clothing. It was no longer the jeans and t-shirt she had been wearing. Both her and Scott were now wearing '20's apparel.
Adelaide expertly walked the streets, knowing exactly where she was going.
"Did you used to live here?" Scott asked. She had never said much about her hometown.
"No, I used to live about two hours away. But I was here often enough."
"C'mon, I want you to meet some people," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her in another direction.
Scott led Adelaide to an apartment on the very top floor of a building not far from the lake. Reaching the door, he knocked a precise amount of times and said a word too quiet for Adelaide's ears. The door unlocked and opened just wide enough for them both to fit in single file. Inside the room were several men, all sitting around a small table, cards in one hand and drinks in the other, with cigars smoldering from their mouths.
"Scotty!" they cheered as the two new arrivals came into their line of vision.
"New girl eh? How long's this one gonna last you? Gonna go for a record of two weeks?" One of them jeered.
"Can it Frank. This one's here to stay," Scott answered, wrapping his arm firmly around Adelaide's waist.
"She's a real doll Scott."
"She sure is Robby." Scott turned his attention back to Adelaide, sensing her confusion. "Addie, this is Frank, Robby, Jimmy, and Andy. Guys, this is Adelaide."
The guys greeted Adelaide, then invited Scott to a round of poker as well as a cigar and a drink. He agreed to a game, refusing the drink and cigar. Adelaide sat on a nearby couch and watched, listening to the animated chatter. Every so often, Scott would break his perfect poker face to sneak a small smile that she knew was meant for her. The atmosphere instantly stiffened as another man came through the door just off of a hallway. It was clear to Adelaide, by the reaction of the others, that this was obviously the guy in charge.
"You're finally back," the new man said to Scott, who had risen instantly.
"Yes sir."
"And is this pretty little number your girl?"
"Yes sir," a smile spread across his face.
He turned to Adelaide, a welcoming smile spread across his face. "Well any friend of Scott's is a friend of ours. Name's Capone, but you, little missy, may call me Al."
Her eyes widened in astonishment. "Y-you're Al Capone?" She was having a hard time comprehending the fact she was meeting the most infamous mobster in quite possibly the history of the Untied States.
He laughed. "You've heard of me eh? Take a seat dolly and tell me your name."
Al and Adelaide talked for hours. He told her all about the things he had done the history books never bothered to mention. All the while the boys playing poker made side comments about each of the jobs Al described.
"So Adelaide, is Scott being good to you?" Al asked quietly, so none of the others could hear. Though she knew Scott was listening to every word the pair spoke.
"Oh yes sir. He's…unbelievable." She flashed Scott a genuine smile, and he quickly flashed one back before returning to the game, Al never noticed.
"You sure seem like a swell girl Adelaide. I'd like to see you around here more, and if Scotty here gives you any trouble, you come talk to me."
"Sure thing, Mr. Capone."
Eventually, everyone bade each other goodnight, leaving only Adelaide and Scott in the living room. Quietly they got up and left, leaving themselves to wander around the quiet, darkened Chicago streets.
"So what did you think?" he asked hesitantly.
"That was…incredible! You never told me you were a mobster."
"You never asked."
"Oh yeah, like I'm going to go around to everyone I meet and ask if they worked for Al Capone."
Scott chuckled softly at her infamous sarcasm.
"Can I ask something?"
"Ask me anything, love."
"How?"
"Some of us have…abilities." Adelaide knew that when he said us, he was not referring to his mobster friends. "They are…how do I put this…stronger variations of our strongest human abilities."
Adelaide nodded, understanding. In an odd way, it all made sense to her. "Do any of your siblings have abilities?"
"My sister Alice, you've met her, you know the short brunette? She can tell the future, Jasper, the blonde one, can change the mood in a room, and my brother Edward, I'm not sure if you've met him, he can read minds."
"And you can travel back in time."
Scott nodded, impressed by her comprehension. "And stop it."
"That's…pretty cool."
He chuckled again, "I'm certainly glad you think so pretty lady." He looked up at the snow as if began to come down harder. "I better get you back to your parents."
Adelaide made a face. For once in her life, she didn't want to go home to an empty house, she wanted to be wherever Scott was, but she knew that was an impossibility. So she decided not to inform him of her lack of parental figures and simply agreed.
The next thing she knew, they were standing, hands clasped, exactly where they had been standing earlier that evening. Except for one thing, it was only a minute later than the time they had left.
"Whoa, head trip," Adelaide murmured, looking at the clock.
"You get used to it after a while."
Only then did Adelaide notice the phone was ringing. Sending an apologetic smile toward Scott, she darted across the room to grab the portable phone that was laying on a nearby table.
"Hello?"
"Ladybug! How's Forks?" Philip's tired, yet cheerful voice rang. Adelaide mouthed that it was her brother to a confused looking Scott.
"Rainy."
"Yeah, I heard it was like that up there. Hey Ladybug, is home? He called earlier and I just wanted to return his call."
She paused briefly. "No."
"Is mom home?" his voice was accusing.
This time the pause was longer. "No."
"I don't believe this. They left you alone again?" His voice was infuriated.
"I'm eighteen Philip!" Adelaide scolded.
"It doesn't matter! They can't keep leaving you alone!"
"I'm a legal adult! It doesn't matter anymore! I'm moving out in two months, so just drop it!"
Phil sighed, "Ok Ladybug, but if anything goes wrong, I want you to call me."
"Sure. Bye."
She hit the 'end talk' button harder than was necessary.
"Something wrong?" Scott asked, instantly at her side.
"My brother's being a little too overprotective."
"That's what brothers are for Addie, he just cares about you." There was an emotion in his eyes she couldn't read.
She was silent. She knew he was right, she just didn't wish to admit it.
"You know I'm right."
She didn't respond, once again, she just glared at the wall across the room in defeat.
Scott laughed. "I'll see you later pretty lady."
"Yeah, ok." She turned and started to head up the stairs, suddenly eager to be alone.
"Hey Addie, are you busy tomorrow?"
"No, why?"
"I have some people I'd like you to meet."
"More mobsters?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, a sarcastic smirk on her face.
"Not quite," he laughed before disappearing out the door.