Zander's point of view

The week had gone by quickly, too quick for my liking, I wanted to get back to school… and back to Brooke. It was funny, how badly I hated when the weekends would come, because I knew I wouldn't be able to see her, and how overjoyed I was when Monday would come around, because I knew she would be there, looking as beautiful as ever.

Regardless to that, I was greeted with rain thudding against my window, and the sunless sky of Saturday morning, peering it's ugly face right at me, mocking me.

What could I possibly do all day today, surely my parents would be focusing on Charlie's funeral, aunt Alice and grandma Esme would be off getting wedding things set up. My uncle Emmett, and Aunt Rose is having their 'alone time', Grandpa Carlisle was working, and uncle Jasper and I really didn't get along as well as the others. Mom has always said because he had some trouble with control, so it would be best to not bother him.

That only left Vanessa. Which was perfect, she was like my first best friend that I ever had, she really always was here when I needed her.

Moving up to my feet, I stretched a bit, and quickly got myself presentable. I showered as fast as I could, but at the same time, made sure I was doing a thorough job. Upon getting out, I narrowed my eyes at the random spikes of my hair sticking up. But shrugged it off, moving back to my room, and putting a fresh pair of clothes on, not really seeing what it was I was putting on, just trusting that it looked well.

As I walked down the stairs, I caught the smell of something delicious, which only made my trip down to the kitchen faster. Quickly I headed in, and paused in my tracks to see Vanessa at the stove.

She turned her head slightly back to peek at me, her golden eyes seeming to brighten as she saw me. "Good morning Zander," She said gently, and turned back to the stove, flipping a pancake over.

"Morning, um…" I was too shocked by this situation to form a correct sentence.

"Your parents left me in, they wanted me to watch you until they got back," She answered, as if reading my thoughts.

I now was able to relax a bit, but I sighed, annoyance stirring inside of me.

Didn't I tell them I was too old to have a babysitter? When would they be able to trust me to be home alone? I was almost 16; you would think they would be letting me do a lot more things on my own.

"For the record, I really don't need a babysitter," I shrugged, and took a seat at the table to watch her more closely.

There was one thing I couldn't deny; Vanessa Winters was a beautiful girl.

"Your parents just care about you, a lot, I wish that I would have had parents who care about me so greatly," She said quietly, and turned to me with a plate full of pancakes. She set it down in front of me, and continued to go to the fridge.

Taking in a deep breath, my mouth watered as I looked at the pancakes. They looked, and smelled amazing. Slowly I took a cautious bite, and almost moaned at the taste of them. She truly was the best cook, maybe not as good as my mom's, but pretty close, it was almost perfect.

She smiled setting down a cup of orange juice to me, and some syrup, before sitting down at the table, just at the other end. She was quiet, watching me, almost analyzing me for a moment; her eyes searched mine for a moment as I let my gaze lock on hers.

I felt a redness come to my face as I quickly looked away. Confusion mixed around inside of me, and I quickly forced a smile off of my face. I had to remember my dad's words.

Vanessa, she is a nice person, a good person, but make sure you aren't seeing what a good person she is through her looks. Look at her from the inside, not the outside.

He had said these words to me just months ago, back then I didn't understand what he meant, but now I did.

She was an extremely pretty girl, no… beautiful, but I couldn't let that fog my judgment of the kind of person she is. I wasn't sure at this moment, if I was letting her beauty get to me, or I was just being plain stupid right now.

Her honey sweet voice now grabbed my attention as she spoke again. "So, do you enjoy school?" She wondered, her head slightly tilting to the side, watching me, not breathing.

I paused my eating for a moment to answer. "I do, I just wish there wasn't so much homework," I shrugged; then took another bite.

Her laugh was melodious, her perfect lips turning up into a smile. "I couldn't agree more, plus all of the rumors; it's pretty hard not to listen,"

That was true, the school had been buzzing with talk about my family. They believed we were all just stuck up rich kids. That pretty much only keep to themselves. I was ok with the talk of the school, they could believe whatever they wanted, as long as they didn't know the truth; that was completely fine.

"It's better than they knowing the truth though," I shrugged, finishing the pancakes, and nod sitting back a bit, sipping at the juice.

"That's true," Vanessa frowned slightly, her brows pulling together, obviously thinking about something; judging by the concentrated look on her features.

Curiosity was burning at me as I watched her. "What is it?" I had to ask.

She looked up, as if surprised that I had noticed her thinking. Embarrassment lighted her eyes as she turned her golden eyes on me. A thrill danced through me as I watched back at her.

"I was just thinking about, humans… I wish… that I was still normal," She spoke quietly.

For some reason this really brought a sadness to me, and I frowned looking down at my hands; wishing that there was a way for me to help her, but knowing that there was nothing I could possibly do.

"I'm sorry… that you're unhappy… being like this," I said, reaching out to touch her hand. As soon as our skin had come into contact, I felt a buzz of electricity fly up my arm, taking me by surprise; I quickly pulled my hand away.

She looked up at me, her expression not changing. I guess she hadn't felt the same thing I had… what was that… I was too afraid to speak of it; I pushed the thoughts away, and focused back on the conversation at hand.

"It's not that I'm unhappy…" She started, seeming to struggle to come up with the words to use. She decided to say no more, her eyes moving away from me, folding her arms across her chest, unwilling to say any more than just that.

Slowly I nodded. "Well, if you ever need to talk about something, I'm always here to listen," I said, shrugging, trying to seem comforting.

She smiled a rueful smile now, nodding as she stood up from the table. "Thank you Zander," Lightly she took my plate, and my cup, washing them with a speed that would impress a normal person. "What are the plans for today?"

I was a bit surprised at her words, before I spoke I couldn't help but chuckle, "I assume we will be spending the whole day together?"

A shy smile came to her face as she looked back at me, "You have assumed correctly,"

"Well then, can we go to the arcade?"

"Sure, your parents just said to make sure you're here at home by 8, so we have all kinds of time,"

And with that, Vanessa and I headed out the door.

This was entirely of Zander's Point of View.

Does anyone like to have more chapters like this?

Or should we stick to either Bella, or Edward?