I do not own Twilight Stephanie Meyers does, I only own Ishbel and her family. (DON'T LIKE THIS STORY; THEN DON'T READ IT)

After church it was a silent ride home.

"Mom" I said from the back seat.

"Yes sweetie" she replied.

"Um, is it OK if I hang out with Edward again today" I asked.

"I don't see why not" mom replied, a smile forming on her face.

I could tell dad was about to protest when mom smacked him on his shoulder.

"What? Look there's just something off about that boy" he said before muttering something in Italian.

I didn't understand what he said, because he said it too fast, you see I can speak Italian fluently, same with understanding it, but when it came to saying it really fast like my dad did, I have trouble with both understanding, and speaking.

"Is Edward picking you up again?" mom asked breaking the awkward tension, caused by my dad.

"Yes, he even asked me if it was OK because he didn't want to get me in trouble with dad, again" I said muttering the 'again'.

I saw dad give a nervous chuckle as mom gave him a look before asking, "Did you take out your anger on Edward just because Ishbel was a little late?"

"Well, um," dad stuttered, and it was actually kind of funny though I didn't laugh; I thought it would be rude.

"We'll talk later" mom said eying him.

We then pulled into our driveway and I saw that it was only ten, and saw that I had a half an hour left before Edward got here. After we went inside I went to my room and changed into a pair of blue jeans (ME: the ones she had on before where basically for church only), I kept on my boots, and changed into a comfortable long sleeve purple shirt. I was surprised to see it still snowing outside, but then again it was October (ME: it's been at least two months sense she's been there and no it's not Halloween yet). I grabbed my cellphone and went downstairs just in time to heard the doorbell ring. I quickly grabbed my green heavy jacket, and gloves before going downstairs just as mom answered the door.

"Good morning Mrs. Holloway" Edward said.
"Good morning Edward, are you looking for Ishbel?" mom asked.

"Yes ma'am" Edward said.

"Please call me Beileag. Ishbel Edward's here!" mom called to me.

"I'm here. Hey Edward" I said smiling at him.

"Hello. You ready to go?" he asked.

"Yes, bye mom" I said before heading out the door with Edward.

Before I knew it we were at 'our meadow' as Edward called it.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather be someplace warmer?" Edward asked me looking at my blue jeans.

"Edward I don't care where we go, as long as I'm with you" I said, damn when did I get so mushy.

He didn't say anything, he just smiled that crooked grin. We then continued to talk.

"So, do you know what you want to be when you leave high school, and college if you plan to go to college?" Edward asked.

"Yes I plan on going to college, and I plan on either being a, no it's too embarrassing," I said.

"Come on, it can't be that bad," Edward teased, nudging me in the shoulder gently.

"Um, well I kind of either want to be a cop, or a writer" I said looking down embarrassed.

I felt a cold hand on my chin, making me look up at Edward as he said, "There's nothing embarrassing about wanting to be a cop. I will respect whichever one you choose."

I blushed at how closed we were. After a couple minuets of doing nothing but stare into each others eyes I decided to ask him something.

"So if you could age, and were able to have a job; what would you want to be?"

"Well I wanted to be a doctor, even though I could get a job, I think everyone would get suspicious if we moved again and had to go back to high school."

"Yeah I can see everyone wondering why you have a job, like a doctor, and still go to high school; especially if you had to get relocated for your job."

"Which is why I won't get a job, I mean Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie could probably get a job."

"Why them?"

"Because they look older then me and Alice, we look too young, seeing as we were turned at 17, not to mention everyone believes Emmett and Rosalie are 18 and supposed to be graduating next year."

I finally decided to ask a question that had been bothering me for some reason, "Edward, has anybody else, I mean someone whose human like me, ever found out your secret?"

"Yes, but there was only one person whose ever figured it out" he said, not sounding too happy.

"Who was it?"

"Bella" came the reply.

I looked at him shocked and asked, "Bella? As in Bella Swan, my next door neighbor?"

"Yes, she's the only other person whose figured it out, and knows about our secret."