A/N: Hey there :) I didn't get as many reviews for the last chapter as I had wanted, and I don't know if that's because it wasn't exciting or what, but it made me set a new rule for the story. From now on, I'll only post the next chapter once I get five reviews from the last one. Deal? Deal.

The rest of the day passed quickly, as it usually seemed to do. Once we got home, Bella went to go read out in the backyard, trying to soak up as much sun as was possible in the little time we had left of it. I was practically freaking out, trying to find something suitable to wear to dinner with Mike. I took a quick shower, and threw on some makeup. I wear some makeup, but barely any compared to girls like Lauren at our school. I prefer the natural look to the overly played model type of look. I wanted to look like Lily, not some imposter wearing a ton of makeup. Wait! I meant Sara, I wanted to look like Sara.

I paused, putting down my mascara. Was I really turning into Lily? I had called myself Lily just seconds ago. And as I stared at myself in the mirror, I realized that I was indeed becoming Lily. I wasn't just Sara anymore; I think that I was both of them, together somehow.

Sighing, I picked up my mascara again and continued getting ready for my date. I rushed over to my room, searching through my closet and drawers for anything suitable to wear out to dinner. Bella eventually came inside of the house, and knocked on my door. I was in only a bra and underwear, but I was completely comfortable with Bella seeing me like this. She was my sister, after all.

"Bella! I don't know what to do! I mean, I have nothing to wear!" I was freaking out. All of my clothes seemed too heavy and teen-ish to wear on a date. My wardrobe seemed to be made of black, black, and even more black. Bella sighed, and disappeared back into her room.

I thought that she had abandoned me, but I soon sound out that she was getting something from her own wardrobe. But what could she possibly have that I would be caught dead wearing? She came back just a few minutes later with a piece of fabric in her hands. I looked at what she had chosen, and was confused.

"Where are the pants?"

Bella rolled her eyes at me, and shoved the clothes into my hands.

"It's called a dress, Lily. Girls wear them,"

A dress? I was about to protest, as I never wore dresses, but she sighed again and took the dress from me, unfolding it.

Getting a better look at it, I saw that it was short, but not too short, and would probably come up to mid-thigh length. It was strapless, but with bright, spring type colors. It was pretty, but not the usual look I liked to go for.

"I thought Mike might want to see you in a color other than black,"

I had to let out a laugh at that part. I suppose she was right, and the dress didn't seem quite so bad after I thought about it. I was still cautious, but eventually I grabbed the dress from her and threw it over my head. Struggling to get into it, I realized that it might be a little too small for me. Bella had more of a straight figure, while I was more curvy and full.

The dress still fit, but it was . . . tight in a certain area. I turned to face Bella, and she smiled at me.

"It's perfect!" She exclaimed. I chuckled nervously.

"Don't you think it's a little too small in certain parts?" I pointed towards my chest, where my cleavage was showing. I wasn't falling out of the dress, exactly, but it was still more cleavage than I was used to showing off. Bella shook her head at me, still thinking that the dress was fine the way that it was.

As I looked in the mirror, I realized that she was right, and that it didn't show off too much, and was cute and light. It gave me a softer look, a look that I didn't even know I could pull off.

Bella escorted me to the bathroom, where she curled my hair and did my nails. When she was finally done, it was nearly seven. Almost time to go!

There was noise downstairs, confusing both Bella and I.

"Girls? You home?" We sighed in relief, knowing that it was only Charlie. I sighed, knowing that I would have to tell Charlie about the date. I trudged down the stairs, my flats making virtually no noise. I went over to the living room, where Charlie was watching a football game. He looked up at me, and then looked back down. Quickly, he did a double take, and his eyes widened at the sight of me.

"Going somewhere?" He raised an eyebrow, and I bit my lip nervously.

"Actually, yeah," I paused. "Mike Newton asked me out to dinner." I said quickly, wanting to get this over with. Charlie's was priceless. It was a mixture of shock and horror. I bit my lip even harder.

"Newton?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. You said that you would be okay with it, right?" I hoped that he hadn't all of a sudden changed his mind about me being able to date him. That would be catastrophic.

"Well, alright, I suppose. I take it he's picking you up here?" He asked again. Right on cue, the doorbell rang, signaling that Mike was here.

"Yeah, that's him right now . . ." I trailed off as Charlie stood up, going to answer the door.

"Be nice!" I shouted out to him, knowing that he could hear me. I was just a step behind him when he opened the door, revealing Mike. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets when the door opened, and he was a little shocked to see Charlie there.

"Come on in, Mike." I was grateful that Charlie was taking my advice, and playing along nicely. Mike stopped when he saw me, and shot me a bright smile.

"You look beautiful," He said. I blushed as he stared at me, but a clearing of a throat made us both realize that Charlie was still standing there. Mike flushed slightly, and held out his hand to Charlie.

"We haven't officially met, Chief Swan. I'm Mike Newton." Charlie shook his hand roughly, and invited him to sit down on one of the couches inside of the living room. Mike and I sat down next to each other, and I was closer to him than I had originally intended to be.

"So, Mike, I hear you're taking my girl out to dinner," He spoke. Mike gulped, and I bumped his shoulder playfully, making him relax a little bit. He gave me a grateful smile.

"Yes, sir,"

"Where to?"

"Rosa's Kitchen, sir,"

Charlie nodded in approval, and then paused, obviously thinking to himself. Finally, he sighed, and looked back up at Mike.

"You take care of her, you hear me?" Charlie demanded, and Mike smiled over at me. Standing up, he spoke to Charlie as we were walking towards the front door.

"I'll treat her like a queen, sir."

And with that, we were out of the house and walking to his car. Like a complete gentleman, he opened the car door for me, and I hopped inside. He shut the door behind me, and climbed into the driver's seat. We made small talk for the fifteen minutes it took to get there, before we parked and got out. The weather was still beautiful, warm with a slight breeze to keep us cool, so we decided to sit out on the patio.

We ordered drinks, and then started talking. We talked about normal things for a while, before the topic changed to more serious things.

"Lily, I don't mean to pry, but is it really true that you have no memory of your life before Forks? It's um, kind of a rumor going around school," He asked gently. I sighed, knowing that this would happen. I just didn't expect people to find out so soon. We had tried to keep this under wraps, but obviously it had not worked too well, if Mike already knew about it.

I put my head in my hands, and took a deep breath before opening my mouth to speak. But I couldn't. My mouth was open, but I couldn't seem to get any words out. I looked up at Mike, unsure how to continue.

"It's true." I settled for those two words, not trusting my voice. Mike grabbed my hands away from my face, and smiled softly at me.

"It must be really hard for you, to not remember anything from your life. I'm sorry," His words were sincere, and I knew that he meant it. Mike truly was a good guy, and any girl would be lucky to have him. Well, I suppose I have him, I thought happily to myself. But at the same time, I didn't want any sympathy from him, so I tried to brighten up, and smiled at him.

"But enough about that, what about you? Tell me everything,"

He returned my smile, and nodded, understanding how I felt about the subject.

"Oh, I actually know this one," He winked at me, and I giggled. He cleared his throat, looking down at his hand before speaking.

"Let's see. Um, my name is Mike Newton, and I was born in Sacramento, California, in 1988. I am five foot eleven inches; I have blonde hair and blue eyes, and am an only child. When I was ten years old, my parents decided to move to Forks, where they opened up Newton's Olympic Outfitters. I currently attend Forks High School, and am on a date with the most beautiful girl in the entire school," He grinned at me, and I couldn't help but grin back at him. He had one of those contagious smiles, the ones you can't help but return.

I just stared at him for a while, not believing that I found a guy like this. I couldn't believe that Bella had passed up the opportunity to go out with him! He seemed like a perfect gentleman! Well, maybe he wasn't the smartest guy ever, and maybe he was a little goofy, but that all just added to his adorable factor. Bella didn't know what she was missing, but I wasn't exactly complaining about it.

We talked for a little more after that, sharing our fondest memories of our school and our friends, with both of us in fits of laughter at some points. We were the only ones out on the patio now, as it had gotten late. Time had just whisked away while we were talking, and pretty soon we had to leave because they were closing up the restaurant.

We walked out to the car, side by side, our shoulders touching together slightly. Mike opened the door for me, and I hopped into the seat. Mike got me to my house in record time, and walked me to the front door.

When I reached the door, I stopped, and turned around to face him.

"I had an amazing time Mike. Let's do this again, alright?" I smiled up at him, and he nodded.

"It's a date, then."

We stood there in silence for a moment, before I pushed myself up on my toes, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Bye, Mike," I unlocked the door to my house, and walked inside, grinning to myself the entire way.

A/N: So this was a short chapter, not very long at all, and DEFINITELY not very exciting, but I still wanted to get it out there. Let me know what you guys think! I'll need five reviews before I post the next chapter :)