That night, as I lay in bed I think about Daniel. Has he gone crazy? Has he lost his marbles in the crowd of fans that surround him?
So many questions.
My thoughts are interrupted by loud banging and clashing outside. I sigh. The sounds are followed by a massive thud. I roll my eyes and get out of bed to investigate.
I pull the curtains and I'm greeted by Daniel's face peering through the window.
"Daniel, what the fuck are you doing here?!" I shout. "How did you find out where I live!?"
He taps the glass frantically, mouthing "let me in"!
I give in and open my window, he swings over and lands upside down on my carpet.
"Alright, what do you want?" I say as I pull him up off the floor.
"I came to see you..." he replies mysteriously, glancing around my room.
"Yeah, alright, I get that!" I'm getting impatient. I'm sick of putting up with his shit. "Why?!"
He puts his index finger up to my mouth in an attempt to silence me. He presses his lips on mine and we start making out. Then he bites down on my bottom lip, making it bleed.
I knew there would be a catch, before he can slurp my blood out I pull away and roll my eyes again.
"Daniel, you're weird as fuck!" I say. "Why are you pretending to be a vampire??"
"Babe, I'm not pretending..." he sighs. "Listen. I've had a hard life."
"You literally drew a fake vampire bite on your neck, no wonder you get bullied."
His eyes tear up and he starts sobbing. Embarrassed, he climbs back out the window, falls on to his butt and runs down the street again.
I go back to bed, hoping to forget about the entire experience.
