Dinner was definitely different than usual. Instead of sitting at the dining room table and watching and playing Cash Cab like we always did, the television remained off and for the first fifteen minutes or so, we sat in an uncomfortable silence…At least, Rowan and I did, grandma seemed perfectly content just sitting and staring at us. My cell phone went of three different times in that time and I itched to pick it up but phones were forbidden at the table so I just had to let it ring on the counter. There were a few times when I thought about saying something but decided not to a few seconds later. Rowan cleared his throat and shifted a few times like he was going to do the same but didn't and grandma just stared.

Rowan cleared his throat again and then looked at me. "So, what are you going to school for?" I was so happy to have something to talk about that if I hadn't had the tiny bit of sanity that I did, I would have hugged him.

"Well I…" I started but then grandma interrupted.

"Oh, she's changed her major so many times that its really hard to keep track. She'll tell you what she's going for this week but then next week when you go to introduce her to someone, she'll have to correct you and tell you that she's going for something entirely different." She smiled at me as if she had just told him that I had graduated valedictorian of my class.

I raised a brow and just looked at her for a second before answering the question my own way. "I'm going to be a history major."

"At the moment, dear." My grandma chimed and I felt like bopping her on the head with something.

"Picking a major can be hard. I mean, you want to make sure that you get schooling for something that's not going to bore you a few years into the practice." Rowan smiled, knowing that I was getting aggravated. "Besides, you can never learn to much."

"Right." I wanted to say something mean but refrained. "Why aren't you in school?"

He grinned. "I've already got a job." I raised my eyebrows and he went on. "That's another reason why I'm staying here, Sarah asked me to help her out with her yard work."

"A guy with the last name of Thistle is going to help her with her yard work?" What the hell did he think he was doing, calling my grandma by her first name? "That's nice."

"Actually Rowan is a tree so both names have something to do with nature." He said as if it were a joke or something.

"Did your parents hate you?"

"No, they just had an affinity for the earth that they passed on to me."

"So they were hippies then."

"Not really. Flower children perhaps but not hippies."

"Huh?" This guy made absolutely no sense ninety percent of the time, I swear.

"I have to go now, dears. I'm sure you'll get along alright. Have a good time with your sweetheart, Mia, but make sure you behave yourself." My grandma stood and began to clear the table. "I taped Cash Cab so we can watch it later. I think you'll like it, Rowan, we try to see how many of the questions we can answer." She kissed me on the cheek, grabbed her purse, and left before I could even register that she was leaving at that very moment.

"Bye." I said as her van pulled out of the driveway. Bear started barking like crazy so I let him inside and cleared the rest of my dinner into his food dish. It probably wasn't very healthy for him but he was such a skinny puppy that I didn't really think it would matter if he had a little ham and mashed potatoes. Besides, he seemed to like it since he practically dove into the small mound of food.

"She's really kind of random isn't she?" Rowan said as he looked out the window. Unlike me, all he had to do was put his plate in the sink since he had eaten everything on his plate and then some.

"You have no idea. Be thankful that you didn't go shopping with her and her sister. They are absolutely insane when they're together. I mean, they're like 'just escaped from the loony bin and have men in white coats after us' insane." I rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher then grabbed Bear, who had licked his bowl clean and was looking up at me hopefully for more, and headed into the living room. Tristan still had about a half an hour before he was supposed to be here and I wasn't really in the mood to just sit around the table and continue to have a conversation with this guy.

"Hey, where are you going?" Of course he followed me. He was like glued to my hip or something. I'm half expecting him to show up in the middle of class tomorrow.

"Away." Grandma was gone so there was really no reason to be nice anymore. Then again, he does like it when I'm mean to him…or so he said, so shouldn't that give me incentive to be nice to him? But then, he could just be saying that he liked it when I was mean to him to trick me into being nice to him because I wouldn't want to do what he liked me doing. If that made sense at all. Anyway, I started to scroll through the many DVDs that I brought with me when I moved in with grandma for something good to watch since I had little faith in what Direct TV had to offer me.

"Well, yes, I can see that." He leaned against the wall beside the large stack of movies, randomly grabbing Underworld from the middle of the stack with out even making it wobble. "How about this?"

"I guess so." I sighed as I snatched it from him. It only irked me a little that he knew the movie I wanted to watch before I did.

"You are really weird."

"Thanks." I said giving him a look that said that that had better of been a compliment. Then started the movie and got comfy on one of the couches.

"I'm serious. Are you bipolar or something?"

"Why do you think that?" Bad word choice my friend.

"First you're mad and then you're not and now you are again." He gave me a look that said get the picture.

"No, there's a difference between mad and annoyed. I'll give you one thing though, you have seen both since we've met. I was being nice to you at dinner because my grandma was there."

"And upstairs."

"I had just woken up and punched you in the stomach. That automatically puts me in a good mood."

"So are you a dominatrix then? I mean you seem to like being mean." He was standing in the way of my view now and I was missing the first fight scene.

"Um, no." I rolled my eyes. "So are you a masochist? I mean you said you like when I'm mean to you."

He grinned and shook his head. "No, I'm not but for you I'll make an exception."

"Dream on." I wrinkled up my nose. "Are you going to watch the movie or go frolic in the bushes somewhere?"

"I would only frolic if you were with me." He did the wiggly eyebrow thing again and, if you've ever seen someone do a wiggly eyebrow thing, then you know that its nearly impossible to not to laugh or at least smile. Luckily, I'm a strong person and could hide such things. "And I haven't had the chance to dream yet but believe me, I will."

"You're an idiot." My mouth twitched and I thought I might die but thankfully there was a knock on the door.

"Ooh that must be your, how did Sarah put it…your sweetheart." He grinned at me then took off towards the door. "I'll get it!" I smacked my forehead, this wasn't going to end well.