Do you have a multiple personality disorder?

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"I wanted to ask you something, but you sidetracked me."  A course of action had
just occurred to me, and I laughed.
"Do you have a multiple personality disorder?" she asked.
It must seem that way.  My mood was erratic, so many new emotions coursing
through me.
"You're doing it again," I pointed out.
She sighed.  "Fine then.  What do you want to ask?"
"I was wondering if, a week from Saturday?" I watched the shock cross her face,
and choked back another laugh.  "You know, the day of the spring dance—"
She cut me off, finally returning her eyes to mine.  "Are you trying to be funny?"
Yes.  "Will you let me finish?"
She waited in silence, her teeth pressing into her soft lower lip.
That sight distracted me for a second.  Strange, unfamiliar reactions stirred deep
in my forgotten human core.  I tried to shake them off so I could play my role.
"I heard you say that you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering if
you wanted a ride?" I offered.  I'd realized that, better than just questioning her about her
plans, I might share them.
She stared at me blankly.  "What?"
"Do you want a ride to Seattle?"  Alone in a car with her—my throat burned at
the thought.  I took a deep breath.  Get used to it.
"With who?" she asked, her eyes wide and bewildered again.
"Myself, obviously," I said slowly.
"Why?"
Was it really such as shock that I would want her company?  She must have
applied the worst possible meaning to my past behavior.
"Well," I said as casually as possible, "I was planning to go to Seattle in the next
few weeks, and, to be honest, I'm not sure if your truck can make it."  It seemed safer to
tease her than to allow myself to be serious.
"My truck works just fine, thank you very much for your concern," she said in the
same surprised voice.  She started walking again.  I kept pace with her.
She hadn't really said no, so I pressed that advantage.
? 2008 Stephenie Meyer