My Ex Boyfriend is a Vampire

Chapter 2

This chapter will contain cutting and deep discussions.

Mike's Pov:

I woke up at 7:30am for some kinda odd reason. I wanted to go back to sleep but my mind keeps me up so I decided to take a shower. I played slowed music and washed my body and got out. When got out I looked at my neck and saw to markings. KM which was me and Kobe's initials, I sighed remembering all the memories and snapped out of it and  I got dressed and wore a hoodie and some joggers and decided to go live.

"Good morning everyone" I said starting the live and decided to do a Q/A and got many questions on my past relationship. And one actually stuck out to me. "If I was to rate my first relationship from 1-10 what would it be?" I thought bout for a second and said, "100/10" you may be wondering why I chose that number because it was fun to me, and had happy memories. Even though I got attack a couple of times but anyways. 

I then got a call from an unknown number and I answered it.

Hello?

Mike, this Mattia.

Oh, hey there. How are you doing?

Good. How bout your self?

I'm doing great actually. So why you calling?

It's about me  getting a tattoo.

Of course you would want one. When do you want it?

Maybe like tomorrow, because I'm flyin in today and I wanted a tattoo sooo can ya hook me up?

Yes, yes I will.

Good. I'll talk to you later though.

Ight, see ya tomorrow 

See ya.

I wonder how he got my number but anyways, I decided to call Angel to tell him I'm probably gonna be late since I'm doing a tattoo.

Heller

Hey, I Umm gonna be late tomorrow.

Why, nigga did you get arrested?

What? No. I have client.

Oh, well  how many minutes?

Maybe an hour

Oh Ight, it's fine.

Oh, okay, well I gtg.

See ya bitch.

See ya.

Man, I miss Mattia and everyone but do they miss me?

Kobe's Pov:

Well I've been doing shitty. I feel dead on the inside and I miss mike. I want to be fucking dead. When will people call the stupid ass police so I can die. Even though I'm not normal. Have tried I to stop killing people? No I have not. Those fuckers shouldn't be coming in my god damn house and mind their own business. 

I feel like someone breaking in my fucking house cause I hear footsteps at night. I don't know who it is but if it's Bobby and them... idgaf they can fucking kill me.

Do I wish I could go to find Mike? Yep. I figured out he's a tattoo artist and ngl I kinda want one.