Chapter 3

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I wondered about the halls that night. I admittedly bailed on Willow and John, maybe they would realise their feelings for each other if they were stuck together long enough. Maybe I would lose mine. I yelped as I ran into someone.

"I'm so sorry," A young boy said in a shy voice.

"That's all right. What's your name?" I questioned.

"My name's Harry, although most people call me Vampire these days," he grumbled.

"Why?" I exclaimed.

"My grandma was a vampire, she was pretty much cut out of the family." He muttered sadly, his face sad and forlorn, he must have loved his grandma. "Well, I am a vampire," I confessed his head jolted up  "Really?" he murmured.

"Yeah," I said bluntly scratching my arm anxiously. 

"Well, it's great to meet someone who gets's it." He smiled at me. "Do you want to come and hang out with me and my friends, we have unhealthy sleep schedules," Harry asked me with a smile.  "I can relate... Sleep sucks." 

I followed Harry up to his dorm. Chatting with him and his friends was beautifully chaotic, Harry's friend Ronald made me laugh out loud and feel, I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt like I was on auto-pilot most days. It was just banter, I guess, but I lived for it, looked forward to it, and would have spent any amount of time in his company that I could have. We were funny together, not so much with others...we just brought that sense of playfulness out of one another. 


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