A/N:: Yes, I'm still alive (despite all my epic Bella moments), I've just been exceedingly busy with Anatomy.
Song:: Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings
When Adelaide awoke the next morning, she was tucked into her bed, though still in the clothes she had been wearing the previous day. Sleepily, she rubbed her eyes, slightly confused as to how she wound up in her bed when she had fallen asleep on the couch.
"Good morning Sleeping Beauty," a familiar voice said, coming in the direction of her window.
Her eyes darted over to find Scott sitting on her window sill, one leg up, the other dangling off. He was wearing different clothes and his eyes had turned black. Despite his dark eyes, he still looked like a male model.
"How did I get up here?" she asked, slightly panicked. She wasn't sure if she had taken up sleepwalking, and if she had, she would prefer to know about it so she didn't go about walking to some place like Las Vegas in her sleep.
"I thought you would sleep better up here rather than on the couch." Scott was instantly at her side, sitting next to her. She was slowly getting accustomed to how quickly he moved.
"Well thank you," she flashed him a smile. "I'll be right back, I'm going to take a shower."
"Well it's good to know you practice good hygiene," he replied with a smirk.
She stuck her tongue out at him as she left the room.
"What? It was a compliment!" he called after her, a smile spreading across his face.
After her shower, clad in jeans and a tank top, she walked down the hallway and back into her room a smile on her face because she knew Scott would still be there, and sure enough he was.
"Clean now?" He asked, his trademark smirk plastered to his face. He was leaning against her backboard, his hands behind his head.
She rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the smile that spread across her face. "I'm gonna get some breakfast."
Scott hopped off the bed and followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"So what're you making today?" He asked, leaning coolly against the counter.
"French Toast, I think. Do you want anything? We're fresh out of blood, but I could make you some human food if you want," She asked him, smirking.
"I'm good thanks."
Adelaide could feel Scott's eyes on her the whole time she fluttered around the kitchen, making her breakfast.
"You know, the whole staring at me thing is kinda creepy." She mentioned, her back still to him. He came around to the stove, leaning on it. She was instantly aware of how close he was as her heart beat faster yet slower at the same time, just as it did every time they were together.
"I'm sorry." She turned her head and stared into his black eyes. An involuntary shudder raced down her spine. Thunder crashed nearby, causing Adelaide to jump and let out a small scream. Her French Toast flipped out of the pan she was holding as all this unfolded. In a flash, Scott returned the breakfast to the pan.
"You're perfectly comfortable dating a vampire, but when thunder strikes, you scream," Scott chuckled, "you never cease to perplex me Addie."
"If you remember correctly, I was plenty scared of you when I found out you were a vampire."
The atmosphere in the room changed suddenly, and Adelaide wished she hadn't had spoken, because she was now staring into black eyes full of immense pain. Seeing such pain in his eyes made her gut wrench. She mentally slapped herself. She had never meant to hurt him.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, not meeting her gaze.
"Scott," she pleaded, "It wasn't your fault."
"But I still hurt you Addie, I still broke my promise." There was a deeper pain in his eyes, a pain beyond Adelaide's comprehension. In one swift motion, he sat down in a kitchen chair and pulled her into his lap.
"You're still trying to make it up to me then…"
"I will spend the rest of my existence trying to make it up to you."
She gently pressed her forefinger to his cool lips. "Shh. I don't want you to make it up to me. I just want you to love me."
"I can do that."
The stormy day had turned into a blissful evening. The storm clouds had blown away, revealing the glittering stars above. Scott and Adelaide were curled up on the couch, she was watching a movie while he played absentmindedly with her hair. Adelaide made a sound of disgust, pushing the power button on the remote to turn off the DVD.
"Something the matter?"
"Every movie has the same ending."
"And that bores you."
"Well, yes. But it's aggravating too. The hero and heroine can't always end up together."
"Sure they can."
"You can't know that for sure." Adelaide replied.
"I'll tell you what I do know."
"Oh, and what's that?" Adelaide asked, playing along.
"I know that I love you more than what I ever thought was possible."
Adelaide flushed pink and looked down at the floor. A smile spread across Scott's face as he lifted her chin up with one finger, their faces inches apart. Her lips were inches from his when her whole body instantly froze as she heard a car door slam outside. Stealthily, she got up and quietly tip-toed to the window, peaking out at the driveway. She cursed under her breath.
"Addie, what-"
"You need to leave. Now!"
"Addie, you're not making any sense."|
"Please leave!" She pleaded, fear in her voice. "My mom is home early. If she finds out I've had anyone over while her and my father were away, she'll kill me! Please!"
"As you wish," Instant understanding was in his eyes as he swooped down and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I love you," she whispered, but he was already gone.
Adelaide's mother burst through the door, a string of profanities escaped her lips as she dumped her damp umbrella on the counter. Ignoring her, Adelaide concentrated on her dinner, moving it sporadically around her plate with her fork.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"You."
"Listen you ungrateful bitch…" Her mother yelled, slamming her briefcase down on the counter. "I've had enough of your bullshit."
"Then why do you stick around?" she snarled.
"And let your father keep all of the money?" She let out a bark of a laugh. Her eyes then refocused on Adelaide's face and narrowed instantly.
"There's something different about you…"
"And how would you know? You're never around," Adelaide replied icily as she was mentally cursing herself out. Her mother knew. Her mother knew she was finally happy, that's why she didn't recognize the light in Adelaide's eyes.
"Who is he?"
"What?"
"You slut! There's a boy involved, and no doubt you're sleeping with him. Why else would he want to stick around?" She screamed.
"Look who's talking!" Adelaide screamed back, just as loud.
"Well you can just forget about seeing the bastard."
"I'll do whatever I damn well please!" Adelaide's voiced had reached new decibels.
"Not if you like the idea of going to your precious Washington State."
Adelaide gaped at her in horror. It was if her mother was set on ruining her life. Oh wait, she was.
"You know, until you were born, I thought marrying your father was the worst mistake of my life," her mother mused to herself, "Well, as they say, things can always get worse."
Furious, Adelaide turned and ran up the stairs before she said or did something she would regret.
"And if you even think of seeing that boyfriend of yours again, you can kiss all your dreams for the future goodbye. Because I'll see to it you become nothing more than a common, homeless, prostitute."
Adelaide slammed the door, willing the tears that were welling in her eyes not to fall. She flopped down on her bed, cursing under her breathe. It was several minutes before she noticed there was a tapping on her window, almost as if it was being hit by hail…but it couldn't have been, it wasn't raining. Curious, Adelaide rolled off her bed and crossed the room, thrusting the window open. No clouds covered the sky. She was about to close her window when she heard someone hissing her name.
"Adelaide! Psst, Addie!"
"What?" she hissed back.
"C'mon!"
"Scott," she sighed, "I can't."
"Sure you can pretty lady! Just jump!"
"No Scott, I can't. I can't do this anymore."
"The only way they can tear us apart is if you let them Addie."
"No Scott. Maybe we're just not-"
"You know we're meant to be."
"If my mom finds out…"
"Then don't let her."
Adelaide threw an apprehensive glance over her shoulder to her locked bedroom door. "Hold on," she whispered back down at him before disappearing from the window. She grabbed her old, battered chucks and threw them on quickly. Reappearing, she found him still in the same spot, that smirk on his face as if he knew what she was planning.
"Don't drop me."
"I would never dream of doing such a thing."
She gracefully leapt from her second story window into his strong, waiting arms. They shared a quick grin before she jumped out of his arms and took off at a sprint. A smile on his face, he followed her at the pace of a human sprint, their footsteps falling in perfect time with each other. Neither one looked back as they ran off into the night.