Disclaimer: I do not own the idea of Twilight, that belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I do however own this plot. So enjoy.

We're walking now. Well I'm walking, and he's behind me allowing me to drag him forward. I notice this small action. He has no idea where I'm taking him, and yet he does not resist me. He somewhat trust me. Even if it is just a little, its too much. He shouldn't trust me at all.

We weave through the sweaty mass of dancing bodies toward the patio doors. Once we have reached them, I slid them open and move to the side to allow him to walk ahead of me. He looks down at me for a couple of seconds, then continues walking.I step out behind him and close the door.

Its cold out tonight, especially since all I'm wearing is a band t-shirt that displays my tattooed covered arms perfectly and a pair of skinny jeans with crater sized holes in them from being worn too much. I can feel goose bumps begin to raise on my skin. Moving my hands up and down my arms trying to create some kind of heat, I glance over to him.

He looks so much more angelic in the moonlight than in that poorly lit living room. The moonlight bounces of his head, causing the red highlights in his hair to stand out more. Also, the light sends shadows from his long eyelashes on to his cheeks, adding to his already painful beauty.

The sound of a throat clearing knocks me out of my dazed state. He turns toward me but keeps his head stilted to the ground.

"T-Thank you." He stampers out.

I look up, not only because he actually said something, but also at the fact that his voice sounded like a river of molten chocolate running through my ears. It was easier to hear out in the quiet, with only the rush of leaves and crickets chirping. Gazing at his face, I noticed an emotion run across it. He looked so relieved.

"Its not a problem. You looked like you needed to get out of there." I pointed to the house behind us.

"Yeah, thats not really my type of scene." He stated so quietly that I barely heard him.

"Then why are you hear?" The words flew out of my mouth and I instantly wish I could pull them back in. They sounded harsh. Too harsh apparently because after saying this, he flinched away from me. He looked to my face and must have saw my not so hidden anger, then he turns away from me. Leaving me to face his back.

Fuck.

I opened my mouth to apologize, but I noticed his sholder were shaking.

Double Fuck.

Cautiously I stepped forward. Once I was directly behind him, I place a shaky hand on his equally shaky sholder.

I feel like a piece of shit. I really didn't intend on sounding so harsh. Its just, I wanted to know why he would show up here if he knows its not the right place for him.

He tensed when he felt my hand touch him. Keeping it there, I waited for him to turn around. We stood like that for a while. His back to me, my hand on his sholder. Then almost too quick for my eyes to catch, he is turned around and in front off me. I can feel his minty breath run across my face. Arms are coiled around my waist. A head is place in the junction of my neck and sholder. I feel wetness seep through my shirt.

Well okay then.

Thank you for reading. If you would be as kind to review and to follow my story, a big thanks will be sent your way.