"It's the Irish symbol for strength. I got it about 3 years ago. Here, look."

She leaned forward, and I looked at the tattoo. It was a group of intertwined lines, in black ink.

"I bet that hurt."

She sat back, looking at me. She had gotten it a year after she was attacked, so it made sense.

"Not really. I really like celtic stuff, so I knew getting that was a good idea."

I nodded, thinking. I was learning more about her, and I liked it. She knew a lot about me, but I didn't know much about her.

"Is Brandon Irish?"

She shook her head, smiling.

"No, it's English. My dad's surname is Cullen, which is Irish. But, I wanted to change mine."

Oh right, she's adopted.

"Oh, right."

She smiled, seeing that I was nervous about asking. She took my hand, squeezing.

"You can ask, it's OK. I tried to find my mom when I was 16, but she died when I was 12. She was seventeen when she got pregnant and knew she wouldn't be able to cope."

I didn't say anything, I wasn't expecting this. But, we were getting closer and I was glad she felt comfortable to tell me this.

"I'm sorry you never got to meet her."

She shook her head, and looked down at our hands.

"It's OK, my parents are great. They were great when I came out, even though they didn't really understand the whole concept of pansexual."

I didn't either, but I talked to her about it and I understood now.

"Neither did I, until you explained it."

She shrugged, and grabbed her drink. I was enjoying getting to know her. I looked around and noticed photo's around the room. I noticed a photo of her standing with a tall, dark haired guy. He was a lot taller than her, and was looking at her.

"That's my brother, Emmett, the one I was telling you about."

Oh, so that's they guy she was talking about. I see what she meant by the difference in their height now, he was a lot taller than her. There was a photo of her smiling, with Rosalie and another guy.

"I'm guessing that's your other brother?"

She nodded, laughing.

"That's Edward. We're all adopted. Didn't I tell you that?"

"No. You didn't, but with everything that's happened we haven't exactly been able to talk about everything. Angela was upstairs, when you came over."

She knew I was right. It would've been nice to spend some time alone with her, but Angela had to be around. It would've been hard to explain to my dad why Angela was gone, and why my chemistry teacher was there. And that's if he didn't catch us kissing. I don't know how I would reacted to that.

"I know, but it's OK. How are you feeling?"

I shrugged, being around her really helped.

"Better now that I'm with you. I'm getting through it."

She smiled at me, and moved a little closer. She looked at me, and seemed to think I was uncomfortable.

"Is this OK? I can"

"Come here, pixie. Don't be silly. If you're comfortable, so am I."

She hesitated, but moved closer. I meant it, I felt fine around her.

"Comfortable?"

She laughed, looking at me. She seemed to relax a little.

"Yeah, I'm OK."

"Hey, are you hungry?"

I was about 12:30, and I was getting hungry. I don't eat a lot for lunch, but I still need needed something.

"Yeah, I am."

She got up and I followed her. I sat on a stool, watching heras she got something for us.

"What do you usually have for lunch?"

"Nothing much. Have you any blueberry muffins?"

She took out two, and put them on the counter.

"Only ones I eat. Here."

She handed me one and I started eating. She was looking at me, and didn't say anything when I asked her how her other classes were going. I laughed, and reached over to nudged her. She blinked and looked at me. I laughed, shaking my head. She blushed, but didn't say anything.

"Do I want to know?"

She blushed and glared at me. She really shouldn't do that. It does nothing, but make her even more adorable.

"I told you, that doesn't work. It just makes me want to do this."

I leaned across the counter, and kissed her. She seemed flustered, and she looked at me, her blue eyes sparkling. She was watching me, thinking.

"Why do I get the feeling you're thinking about something serious?"

We finished eating, and sat on the couch. She looked at me, taking my hand. She was running her hand through her hair, obviously nervous about something. I caught her hand, and held it in mine.

"What's wrong, pixie?"

She shook her head, not saying anything.

"I'm waiting."

"I was just thinking about that day we were alone in my class. I was trying to ignore how I felt. But, when you kissed me, I"

"How do you think I felt? My gorgeous chemistry teacher, who I happen to have a crush on kisses me?"

She raised an eyebrow and I knew I'd walked myself into this one.

"Gorgeous?"

I blushed, looking away. I can't believe I actually said that. She made me look at her.

"Well, I'm nothing special. You could have anyone and you"

"Baby, slow down. I knew how I felt the first day you walked into my class. I kept thinking about how beautiful, kind, caring, and sweet you are. Sure, you being my student made me nervous. But, when you walked up to me that Friday, and wouldn't leave until I spoke to you ............... I knew it was ridiculous to try and ignore this."

I loved when she called me that.

"Yeah, I thought you were going to deny it."

She shrugged.

"Well, when I looked at you ......... I couldn't say no."

I looked away, blushing and noticed another photo of a man and a woman.

"Hey, who's that?"

She looked at the photo, and smiled.

"They're my parents. My dads a doctor."

I nodded, and turned to look at her. I sat back and put my feet up on the sofa.

"Comfy?"

I nodded, debating if I should ask what was on my mind.

"Yeah, can I ask you something?"

She seemed to know what I was going to ask.

"Remember what I said about being comfortable around you?"

She smile and moved closer, cuddling into my side.

"I haven't been able to do this in 4 years. it feels good now though. I feel comfortable enough around you to do this."

I kissed the top of her head.

"I'm here for you pixie, whatever you need from me, I'll do."