When Darkness Falls

Sleepover

Phil's arms are wrapped in a death grip around my arm as his eyes stare horrified at the ginormous television screen on the television. Screams boom through the room as one of the girls in the movie gets pounced on by some type of thing on top of her wardrobe, and the death grip only intensifies.

My eyes widen and I look down at him only to be met with big apologetic blue eyes and a shy smile. "Sorry." he mouths, but I just shake my head at him and smile.

Zoe is staring with huge eyes at the screen, the blanket bunched up around her like a shield from all of the monsters from the movie. I never thought a vampire would ever be scared of a movie like this considering we technically are what humans are afraid of, but Zoe always was very jumpy.

A cold embrace across my torso sends my eyes away from Zoe into the bright blue irises of Phil's eyes. A small smile forms across his lips, but mischeif plays inside those eyes.

Curiosity wells up in me and I quirk my head to the side at him. "What?" I mouth, but he just grins and looks away. His fingers start fiddling around my stomach sending shivers all throughout me. What does he think he's doing? I swear, its like Zoe has brought in a whole storm of hormones to this guy; he can't keep his hands off of me.

I spare a worried glance towards Zoe whose on a whole other couch to make sure she can't see. Phil's arms are under a blanket with the rest of my lower body, but I don't think even she could write off what's really happening. Just my luck, her eyes are sill glued to the screen.

His fingers are moving slowly downward until they reach my thigh and he starts to rub up and down with the lightest touch. Just that simple gesture is enough to send chills down my spine. I have to look away in the other direction to hide my blush.

Just when I think I've had too much of Phil's touching and am about to call it a night so we can go upstairs, the end of the movie shows and Zoe is hopping up from the couch. "That was good! Let's play a little drinking game, yeah?" A huge, childish grin plays at her lips as she looks at us both with hopeful eyes.

Of course neither of us can say no to her. "Yeah sure why not. What type of game?" I ask with a small grin on my face.

"Hmm," she taps her finger on her chin and goes deep into thought before responding with an answer. "Let's play never have I ever."

Shit. I always have to drink during these games. Doing almost everything with people is a blessing and a curse. It might even be more fun if Phil wasn't here. Not trying to sound offensive, but hearing about all the stupid things, and people, I've done isn't really the best way to get him to keep liking me

"I'll go first, and we'll start simple." She starts, criss crossing her legs with the bottle in her hand. "Okay, never have I ever..." She pauses, I guess for dramatic affect. "Made out with someone I didn't know personally."

With a roll of the eyes and a sigh, I reach for the bottle and one of the tiny shot glasses on the table. But much to my surprise, my hand is beaten there by Phil's. I look up and cock my eyebrow at him.

Phil just shrugs as he pours a drink and then drinks it. "What can I say?" He chuckles and hands it to me so I can do the same.

I never would have taken him for someone do to that. Not that its some huge ordeal, he just seems like someone who'd be more sensual and want to get to know someone before making out with them.

"My go," Phil wipes his mouth and looks up at the ceilling as if for inspiration. "Never have I ever made out with someone in a shower." He shrugs as if its no big deal, and to much surprise, none of us drink. Huh, maybe we should change that.

"Well that was easy." I snicker and think through what to say. "Never have I ever smoked before I was ten."

Phil gives me an incredilous look. I forgot smoking is a huge no no in this generation. Whoops.