not afraid ♡ clifford

vampire girl

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when i awoke, i couldn't tell if it was day out, or night. but from what i assumed, it was light outside; although when i pushed myself up from where i was on the bed, i felt around on my bed for my phone. grabbing it, i checked the time 3:30 AM. 

"well shit" i muttered to myself and unlocked my phone, looking at the message; super intensely hot purple haired boy had sent me. 

"hey vampire girl," read the text that he had sent me, i growled and quickly typed back a response to the text he had sent me a hour ago. 

"don't call me that," i texted back, almost immediately after it sent right underneath the message it read

read  3:36 AM

almost instantaneously he began typing up a response. 

"you've got to admit you do look like a vampire,"  read the text he sent me

"no i do not! you know what, you look like a frog," i replied, i didn't actually think he looked like a frog; but i didn't take lightly to be calling a vampire.

"that's why you named me super intensely hot purple haired boy ;)" his response made me break out into a very sarcastic sounding laugh, as i recalled him naming himself in my phone.

"yes, that's exactly what i named you," our conversation continued till at least 5 AM. I was wide awake, but by the way michael typed it seemed like he was about to pass out; the constant typos and constant "wow i'm exhausted’ allowed me to figure that out myself. but no matter how much i had told him to go to bed, he insisted on staying up because he didn't want to 'leave me alone'. and soon another hour passed, and i could see the light begin to peer through the blinds. a sunrise that i occasionally peered out the blinds to watch, sending a few pictures to michael who called me 'very art-c". i think he meant artsy, but i wasn't in the mood to correct him like i constantly corrected emily. 

soon he stopped replying to my texts, and i could only assume that he passed out. which i was looking forward to being left alone now, i felt like going back to bed; and i didn't enjoy constantly being interrupted from watching another youtube video. i couldn't help myself but make sarcastic comments to him, but now that he was asleep i couldn't point out how great it was watching a video in 2 minute spurs of time. but i don't think he really understood what i meant when i said things like that, sometimes i didn't understand what he said either; so it was more of a mutual thing going on between us. 

i found myself craving a cigarette, but it was way too early go out; and i didn't feel like getting up and putting shoes on. just as i switched off of the messages tab on my phone, a facetime request popped up. it was from super intensely hot purple haired boy. i answered, and the darkness of my room allowed me to not be seen looking a mess. although, michael himself sat wide awake with what looked like a steaming cup of coffee.

"miss me vampire girl?"

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