A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER. But tennis and homework consume my life.
Song: Fireworks - Plain White T's
When Adelaide awoke the next morning, it was overcast, as usual. Though she missed the sun, the thing most associated with summer, she was beginning to grow accustomed to the clouds and rain that consumed Forks. She lay in bed for sometime, thinking, well, daydreaming really. Lazily glancing at the clock, her eyes widened in alarm, and she abruptly fell out of bed, not realizing it was so late in the morning. She showered and dressed, and as she was drying her hair, she realized Scott had never specified a time he was going to come and kidnap her to meet other people he knew. Just as this thought crossed her mind, there was a soft knock at the door, a knock so soft, she was surprised she had heard it. A feeling in the pit of her stomach told her, as she sprinted down the stairs, who was behind the door. She thrust it open to reveal Scott standing there looking as handsome as ever.
"You look lovely today darling," he said in a way as if he planned on saying it every morning for the rest of his life, kissing her on the top of her head as he walked into the living room.
"You're kidding right?" Adelaide scoffed. She hardly looked lovely, in fact, she looked just the opposite, clad in jeans and a t-shirt.
"Addie, you could be wearing pajamas, your hair a complete wreck, and make-up smeared across your face, and I would still tell you you're more beautiful than all the models in Milan."
"Umm…thank you?" she wasn't quite sure if that was a compliment or not, so she poured herself a cup of coffee to help clear away the morning haze that had befallen her. "I'm going to make myself some breakfast, do you want anything?"
"No thank you," he was smiling that secretive smile of his again, the one that irritated Adelaide because she was never quite sure what he was smiling at.
"Was there a specific time you wanted to go?" She asked, hesitantly hovering in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.
"Not particularly."
"Well, ok…you can watch TV if you want to…" she stood awkwardly for a minute, before turning her back on him to make herself food. As she cooked her hash browns, she could hear the television flicking from channel to channel. She wasn't sure why, but this made her smile.
Adelaide settled next to Scott on the couch, breakfast in hand, and he put his arm around her, pulling her close. Leaning her head on his shoulder and eating, they sat like that for sometime, watching whatever came on TV. His skin was cold and hard against hers, but it was a nice contrast.
"I love you Addie."
Scott looked down at her. "Why are you smiling like that…?" he asked warily as if she was plotting something wicked.
"The only other time you've said those words to me was when we were fighting. When you say them now, it just seems…sincere."
"We fight a lot don't we?"
"Yes. It's our thing."
"But do you know what that means, us fighting a lot?"
"What's that?"
"It means I love you a lot."
"Hey Scott?"
"Yes pretty lady?"
"I love you a lot too."
They sat there, watching mindless sitcoms from the 90's for a while before there was a knock at the door. Scott tensed, and told her he would be back shortly, disappearing out the back door. Adelaide wondered what that was all about, but decided to ask him later. Putting her now-empty plate in the sink, she opened the door and sighed with frustration. Standing there on her porch, grinning down at her, was the constant thorn in her side.
"What?"
"You need to learn some manners."
"You need to learn to go away."
"Can I talk to you for a minute? There's something I need to tell you."
Sighing, Adelaide rolled her eyes. "Fine, but make it quick Jacob."
"I'm a werewolf."
There was dead silence. Jacob stared at Adelaide, waiting for a response, and Adelaide stared at Jacob, wondering if he was on some sort of illegal drugs or if he just wasn't right in the head.
"Uh-huh…a werewolf…ok. Hold on a sec, I'm going to go call some men in white coats for you, ok?" Her tone questioned his sanity.
"Holy crap. I just told you I'm a werewolf…that means…"
"Oh here we go," Adelaide muttered more to herself than to anyone else. "What does that mean Jake?" she asked, playing along.
"It means…I imprinted on you. Jeeze, I never thought it would happen to me…"
"Ok and imprinting means…?"
"It's kind of like love at first sight for…us."
"Us as in werewolves?"
"Well yeah. It's like soul mates, but I could be whatever you needed me to be, a protector, a friend, a true love…" he murmured the last word.
"Ok, if you're a werewolf, then I'm Queen of the World. Now get out of my house." She couldn't believe she was having this conversation. It was mind-blowing enough to accept the fact that her boyfriend was a vampire, let alone a time-traveling one. And the thought of werewolves was just absurd.
"Well, that's pretty much all I came to tell you, you know, that I'm madly in love with you and all."
"Ok, bye-bye now," she said, waving, imitating a flight attendants skit she saw on SNL once.
"Oh hey Adelaide," he interjected, just as he was out the door, "Don't-"
"Let any vampires bite me. Yeah, yeah, I get it. Good-bye." And with that she closed the door on his retreating back. "Oh my god…"she sighed in annoyance, sliding down to the floor and resting her back against the door.
"If I ever get that annoying, please tell me." She jumped as she heard Scott's voice coming from the doorway of the kitchen. He moved so quickly.
"You," she stated, pointing a finger at him, "are almost at that level."
"No way. I'm not that obnoxious," he told her, helping her up.
"You have you're moments."
Scott turned off the highway and onto a hidden street surrounded by trees. Adelaide drummed her fingers absent-mindedly, lost in thought. She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sight of a large white house sitting in the middle of a large lawn.
"Wow," Adelaide breathed, taking in the beauty of the house, which had to be at least one hundred years old.
"You like it?" Scott asked, smiling as he turned off the ignition.
"It's beautiful," she replied, getting out of the car. Scott met her half way, took her hand, and led her up to the door.
"Esme restores houses." He mentioned lightly as he held open the front door for her. Alice was standing there perky as ever, as if she had been expecting them.
"Adelaide!" she exclaimed, bouncing over and giving her a hug.
"Um…hi Alice…"
"You get used to it after a while," Scott laughed quietly in her ear as Alice gave him a mock glare.
"Come in!" Alice exclaimed to Adelaide, grabbing her hand and dragging her into the living room. In a rush, beaming, she introduced everyone, then turned back to Adelaide, her eyes questioning.
"So are you coming?"
"…to what?"
"The wedding of course!"
"Um…no, I wasn't invited to any weddings…"
Whirling around, Alice gave Scott a hard look. "You haven't asked her yet. But I saw you asking her a while ago…"
"I was going to…but things came up…"
Realization suddenly crossed her face. "Ah. Well, ok," she shot the two a grin then skipped off to a pile of lace and white, which Adelaide could only assume was for the afore mentioned wedding.
Jasper, Esme, and Carlisle dispersed, and Emmett called Scott over, to talk about something or other, leaving Adelaide alone in the room with Edward, Rosalie, and Alice (who was surrounded by white and lace).
"So Adelaide, what brings you to Forks?" Alice asked conversationally.
"I'm going to college in Seattle in the fall."
"Ooh Seattle! Make sure you ride the ferry boats at least once."
Adelaide nodded as she made a mental note to check out the ferry boats. Alice was very nice, but she felt slightly awkward with Edward and Rosalie remaining silent. Did they hate her? They couldn't, she'd only just met them. She glanced at Edward to find him staring at her, she quickly averted her eyes to the floor. She only vaguely heard Rosalie get up and stride quickly out of the room.
"I don't hate you, you know," he reassured her, as if he had been reading her thoughts. Then did she remember that Edward could read her thoughts. "I just don't think Scott is thinking things through."
"When does he ever think things through?"
Edward laughed musically. "That may be true."
"So Edward, if you don't hate me, why does it seem like you do?"
"I suppose my irritation has been misdirected. Scott doesn't know the…complications of falling in love with a human."
"Oh, right, the whole immortal vampire thing…"
Edward laughed again, grimly. "Yes, the 'whole immortal vampire thing'."
"But suppose two people fall in love with such complications in play, whether they be human…or not, shouldn't, ideally, they be together? If it really is the real thing, then they would stop at nothing to be together."
Edward seemed to ponder this. "Like Romeo and Juliet?"
Adelaide scoffed. "Romeo was a wimp and Juliet is immature. But yes, kind of like that."
Edward was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "I'm glad Scott has someone like you Adelaide." He flashed her a smile before he spoke again. "Now if you excuse me, I promised my fiancée I would meet her." And with that, he glided out of the room.
"So what did you think?" Scott asked, as they sat on Adelaide's couch that night, watching more mindless sitcoms.
"They all seem very nice."
"Don't worry too much about Rosalie, she's always like that." He must have read her expression.
"Scott, can I ask you something?" Adelaide asked, turning to face him, looking him square in the eye.
"Anything in the world."
"Well, you're a vampire, and vampires normally drink blood right?"
"Yes." It was clear to Adelaide Scott already had an idea of where this conversation was going.
"Well, do you ever want my blood?"
Scott was quiet for a long time, staring into her blue eyes. "How do I phrase this without scaring you away?" he asked, more to himself than to her.
She didn't reply, but merley continued to stare into his eyes, which were darkening by the day. She knew they would soon be black.
"Occasionally," he replied to her question, "Occasionally the instinct will become more prominent, when the wind catches your hair, or something of that nature. But not always."
"Why? Why not always?"
"Long story short, I did some pretty bad things in my human life, things I'm not proud of. So, once I became a vampire, I told myself 'never again'. I'm trying to make up for what I did in my past life by being a decent person in this life. So I'm, I guess what you would call, a vegetarian vampire. I've never tasted human blood."
"That's very commendable, Scott."
"I like to think so," he replied, kissing her softly on the top of her head, as if he would be doing it for the rest of their lives.