𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟿

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"Uhhh, I think I left my phone at the orphanage, y/f/n. I took off in such a rush I forgot to grab it off the table."

"Yikes, looks like you'll have to make another visit." she said, shrugging. I knew she was right. There's no way in hell my parents would buy me a new phone. How would I even explain to them what happened? "Here, I'll look your question up for you."

I looked at her expectantly."Yup, you're right." she confirmed moments later. "Ghosts can't physically touch you. Seems like if they do it's only through manipulating energy. You'd feel a little tingly at most. Anyway, finish your story. We'll figure out how to get your phone back after."

"Hm, okay...well, after he grabbed my wrist, he pinned me against the wall - scanned my face for a few moments after that. It was weird. Then he asked me what my name was. Oh, and I swear he had fangs. And he had a thing with my neck. He went out of his way to move my hair off it just to-"

"VAMPIRE!" y/f/n shouted.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I was thinking that too. I just can't believe they're real."

"Believe in the impossible, y/n. Clearly they are because you just met one. I have to know...was he hot?" I considered her question for a moment. I mean, yeah, I guess he was. "He's better looking than my ex." I didn't want to blatantly admit to finding him attractive; it felt wrong.

"Pft, that's not saying much." she responded, making us both break out in laughter. "Hey, ok, game plan time." She took a deep breath to center herself. "Let's figure out how to get your phone back. I say you go back to the orphanage tonight and grab it. I'll stay up. You can text me if you need me."

Not having a better idea, I agreed. We went downstairs to make breakfast - pancakes for me and cereal for y/f/n. I noticed my dad was on the couch watching the news, a cup of coffee in his hand, and through the window, my mom tending to her daisies. Y/f/n informed me she'd have to leave to drive her brother to a sports game soon. I helped her gather her things and bid her farewell.

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