Isabella looked at him "well I need to change and wash these clothes and give them back to you before my mother finds out."

Philippe nodded slightly, suddenly understanding. "Oh. Alright...I'll come with you then." He threw away the empty pack and wiped his mouth.

Isabella went to her room and opened her closet door it was filled with emo and goth clothes vampires liked about girls. "no what to wear today the sexy goth emo look but mom would kill me again."

Philippe raised and eyebrow as he caught a peek at her clothes. "Umm...didn't really expect that." He then chuckled softly. "You can only die so many times....unless you're a cat." Then he walked over and picked something out. A very sexy outfit, but still concealed the right parts. "How about this?"

Isabella looked at her school outfit and she hasn't wore it in months as well "you are kidding me right?"

Philippe laughed. "Well, I think we can spice it up a little. A couple nips and tucks here and there."

Isabella looked at him and sigh "do you have a sick mind Philippe?"

Philippe looked down, but made sure she could still see his face. "I can be rather naughty...but I'm not sure I'd call it sick."

Isabella looked at him and sigh "I would make out with you on the bed." Isabella sat on her bed looking at her outfits.

Philippe blinked slightly, not really expecting that from her. Then he just grinned for a moment. "I could think of worse than that."

Isabella looked at him "and what is that Philippe?" Isabella looked at him and didn't know what to say after that.

Philippe suddenly looked nervous, especially since they were in her room. "Well...it would be involving your bed. But...I have to admit there wouldn't be much kissing after a couple minutes."

Isabella looked at him and lay down on the bed and looked at the window and it was night time she liked the night time.

Philippe sighed softly, thinking he'd done something wrong. He just stood there, looking at her.

"I love the night sky it makes me think of my mother right now." Isabella looked at him.

Philippe looked curious, but didn't really want to push the issue. "Why is that?" His voice was sort of quiet and soft.

"I miss my mom." Isabella looked at him and smiled.

Philippe smiled softly and moved over to her, sitting beside her on the bed. "Well, she's coming back. You don't have to miss her long."

Isabella looked at him and smiled and lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

Philippe wondered why she wasn't saying much, but again didn't push the issue. He just laid a hand over one of hers and smiled softly and watched her.

Isabella opened her eyes and looked at him "yes Philippe?"

Philippe just kept smiling and shook his head slightly. "Nothing...I was just looking at you."

She looked at him "really Philippe are you sure you were going to kiss and make out with me? I think you are to chicken make out with me." She looked at him and knew something was up and he never kissed her on the lips once.

Philippe blinked at her, then looked down at his hand on hers. He sighed softly and shook his head a little. "I'm not sure I could control myself if I did."

Isabella looked at him and smiled "you can if you truly love me not as a vampire but as a man you can kiss me trust me Philippe."