Today is Jonah and Elora's free-day! Nothing special, maybe a little bit of fluff here and there.

This feels like Twilight, the movie. You know, how at the end of the movie, Edward and Bella are in a meadow, just talking. Jonah took me to Palmer Park in New Orleans, and right as we walked in, a massive tree - I'm not sure what kind - greeted us with a pleasant wave of its branches as the wind blew. We sat there, under the shade, and I could see Jonah stretching his hands out to where the sun breached through. He was trying to feel the sunlight again. Jonah saw me staring, and he slowly took off his ring, looked around, and slowly stuck the back of his hand under a small patch of sunlight. The skin on the back of his hand started sizzling and burning, and I could see his flesh becoming a dark shade of red. I quickly covered his hand with bother of my own and looked him straight in his eyes.

"Are you trying to expose yourself?" I asked him.

"You wanted to see what it would be like if a vampire was burned by the sun. Well, there you go."

"I didn't say anything abo-" Then it hit me. "You read my mind again."

"Sorry. It's really tempting, to figure out what goes on in that pretty little head of yours."

"Y-you . . . think I'm pretty?"

His face flushed. If you've ever seen a vampire blush, you'd know it's the cutest thing ever. "Well, you're not ugly," he said.

All I could do was smile at him. He's precious, that Jonah guy. He's gotten under my skin, and into my blood, and I can't seem to get him out. But I know it's wrong. For a human to be with a vampire, unless the human turned. Because there's absolutely no way a vampire can turn to a human.

Jonah put his ring back on, and looked at me. He didn't say anything. All he did was stare at me. I scooted closer to him and took off the beanie - that I had bought him - off his head and set it on my lap. His hair had grown in the past two weeks that I've been with him. The first time I saw him, his hair was just below his eyebrows. Now, his hair is close to the tip of his nose. Maybe it's a vampire thing. To grow long hair.

"Yeah, I know," Jonah stated. "I need a haircut. You don't suppose you know how to cut hair?"

"I actually like your hair like this."

"Elora, I look like I failed my senior year and turned emo. I seriously need a haircut. My hair's too long, and it doesn't help that my hair's blacker than midnight."

"Fine, you want a haircut? I'll take you to a barber."

"Whoa! I want a haircut! Not a shaved head."

I grabbed his hands and stood up, bringing him up with me. I'd forgotten that his beanie was on my lap and fell to the ground. Jonah bent over to pick it up. He shook the hat, getting rid of the stray grass blades stuck onto it, and put it on my head. "It looks better on you," he added.

We walked around, asked people the best place to get a haircut, and we headed towards a salon called Supercuts and waited for a seat to be available. We waited for what seemed like forever, and Jonah almost fell asleep. A brunette behind the counter was constantly glancing over at Jonah. And so were a few teenage girls that intimidated me with their good looks. I felt like garbage next to them. Jonah lifted his head from my shoulder, rubbed his face with his hands and then paused. As if someone had a controller and clicked the pause button. I could see him breathing. He blinked. His hands were over his nose and mouth, and I could tell he was smirking. He was trying so hard not to laugh. I nudged him with my elbow.

"What's up?" I asked.

"If only you knew what those girls are thinking about me."

"Uh . . . good things?"

"Things girls their age shouldn't be thinking."

That said it all. Come on now, girls, I thought to myself. For the first time, I got jealous. I felt like I wanted to throw that counter at them. Then I remembered when Jonah told me that he had slept with Solomon's spy while he was drunk. She was one lucky gal, I thought to myself. But then I got even more raged. I'm sure Jonah noticed, or at least read my mind, because he placed a gentle hand on my knee. I smiled softly at Jonah and I could tell that he was making the other girls jealous. I could see the teenage girls giggling and whispering to each other as they waited for their turn to get their hair styled.

Then, a tall, wide-hipped woman walked out of the styling room holding a black comb. Her hair was bright red like Arianna Grande's. "There's an open chair for a young man named Jonah." Jonah got up, took off his beanie, handed it to me and walked with the red-head to a chair. For a moment, all I could hear was the buzzing of the blow dryers, the giggles of teenage girls, the stylists talking to their clients, and then I heard Jonah. Or should I say his stylist.

"Those girls are practically drooling just by staring at you," she says.

"Oh, I'm aware."

"Tell me, how are you so good looking? I've never seen anyone so - - oh, it sounds a bit exaggerated - - but, how do you look so perfect? You're literally flawless. You have gorgeous eyes and you're in perfect shape."

"Years of taking care of myself. And thank you."

How could I have heard them over all that noise? They're all the way on the other side of the room.

"Oh, dahling!"

I look up and see a man wearing a white button-up shirt, skinny jeans and his hair looked naturally strawberry-red. It was spiked at the front and combed back on the sides. He grabbed my hand and got me to stand up.

"Is that your boyfriend? He's gorgeous! Are you treating him to a haircut? Oh, shame on him! He should be treating his lady!" He adjusted me, grabbing me by my shoulders and looking at my hair. "Your seems to be in good condition. May I touch?"

"Sure. But he's not my b-"

"Shush! Who would deny being that young man's girlfriend? Oh, I know I wouldn't!"

"W-well . . . I'm denying! We're just friends."

"Girlfriend, that's what you say now!" He continued to play with my hair, to twirl it around in his fingers and try to feel every strand of it. "By the way, my name's Phillip! I'll be your stylist for this afternoon."

"Stylist? Oh, I didn't -"

"Nonsense! I'm going to pamper you, okay? How about this . . ." he inched closer to me, cupping his mouth and moving closer to my ear. ". . . I'll give you a free trim, and if you want anything else done, it'll cost you."

Before I could say anything, Phillip had pulled me to the styling room and made me sit down on a comfy black chair. He put a magazine on my lap. "Choose," he says. "I'll cut your hair however you would like."

"Uh, how about if you dye my hair?"

Phillip gestured towards the magazine again and told me to take my time. I did. I looked through everything. Flipped every page, and finally found one. "Okay," I told Phillip. "I want this one."

Jonah was waiting for me outside of the salon, looking at his reflection in the one-way glass. He couldn't see us in the salon, but we could see him outside, touching his hair and trying to get used to it. It wasn't in his face anymore. It was trimmed about an inch and blow-dried to the side. He looked like a schoolboy, and I could tell he hated that. He stuck his fingers under his styled hair and shook it up, messing up the style completely. Jonah flipped his head and finger-combed his hair backwards, satisfied with the results.

"Done!" Phillip exclaimed. He was talking about the dying, the blow-drying, and curling. He had finished it all in three hours. No, Jonah didn't stand outside for three hours. He had let me know that he was going to get some food, and that when Phillip was done, he would take me somewhere. "Do you like it?" Phillip asked, after he spun the chair around. My hair was no longer the darkest shade of brown with golden-blonde tips. Now, it was light-brown. Phillip said it brought out my eyes.

I met Jonah outside, his eyes widened and his jaw practically almost hit the ground. "You look amazing," he said, touching my hair. "Although, I am gonna miss the blonde tips."

"I've had those for two years. I think a change was long past over due."

"I like it, your new 'do. Makes your eyes pop!"

"You took that from Phillip."

Jonah shrugged, holding out his hand which was inches from mine. He wanted me to take it. To hold it. I hesitantly intertwined my fingers through his and he smiled at me. "I heard about what Phillip said about you being my girlfriend. I honestly wouldn't mind."

"Well of course you wouldn't."

"I've been thinking about that," he said softly. "Being with you. But afterwards, when all of this is over. Then what?"

I question him in my mind, to figure out if he really did just read my mind when I was thinking about all of that. "I'm still going to see you, right?"

"But . . . if something goes wrong, no matter the circumstances, no matter what happens, I need you to leave without me."

"W-what? No. N-no. I can't just lea-"

"You have to. Okay? Please. Promise me that."

"I won't leave that place without you."

"If you don't leave, then they'll kill you."

"How about you, Jonah? I'll just waltz out of there with my parents while they literally rip out your heart? Or torture you?"

"Elora. I need you to do something for me. Okay?"

"O-okay," I stammered.

"I need you to trust me."

Well, I'm disappointed in myself. The next chapter will be SO MUCH better! Review on how terrible I did. Lol!