Austin and I returned home.
Immediately when I arrived home, my parents seemed to have enough of my antics. I walked in through the door, wanting to desperately to just be able to walk upstairs to my bedroom. And just pass out.
"Johnny?!" My mom called out at hearing the door open, walking out from the kitchen. Her eyes widened at seeing my state, and my torn up clothes. She quickly made her way over to me and grabbed ahold of my face. Worry on her expression. "Oh my God, Johnny. What the hell happened to you? Who did this to you, honey?"
"Nobody, Mom." He said, gently yet tiredly pulling her hands down off my face. My reaction and words seemed to ignite her worry more. She even seemed a bit frustrated at me.
"Oh, nobody? Nobody beat you up and tore your clothes up? Really?" She asked in irritated sarcasm.
"Yes, Mom!" He sighed out, making my way past her. "Can I just take a shower? Please?"
It seems she didn't want to push it too much at seeing how exhausted I was. A shine of worry in her eyes and even a little defeat. So, she just gave an annoyed sigh. "Fine. Fine, go take a shower. Then straight to your room, because once your father gets home. All three of us are going to have a serious talk about what just happened." she snapped towards me.
I couldn't find it in myself to give a reply to the woman, pulling myself up the stairs. Just going to the shower and closing the door behind myself.
"Also, don't even think about escaping through your window again! I had your father bolt it shut!" She called out, almost like a threat.
Letting out a groan in reply, I turned on the shower. Bolting my window shut? Really? You have to be kidding me... Looks like I was on lockdown again. However, I didn't mind it so much this time. After the crazy week I've had, being grounded at home felt almost like a luxury.
My entire body ached from that crash. But, being in a hot shower seemed to soothe my bruised bones. Steam rolling off my muscled back as I wiped my face with a cloth. Letting out a sigh. Hopefully, all of that insanity was over for us. I didn't know if I could handle anymore craziness.
♡(TONY'S POV)♡
Tony was sitting infront of his piano, looking over the bandage on his arm. He sighed gently.
"At least we have The Stone. Did you call Ella?" The brunette asked Eric, who walked in the room with three pouches of blood for all three of them.
Eric nodded, kicking the door closed behind him with a smile. "Yup. She is on her way." he said, tossing a blood pouch over towards Tony. Who caught it and started to take small sips of it. Tony had nodded, pulling out some piano sheets and started to study them.
"Perfect. Is The Stone somewhere safe?" Tony asked. However, his expression went blank when Eric started to give a cocky chuckle towards his younger brother.
Eric tossed another blood pouch over towards Katrina, who was laying wounded on a lounging chair beside the piano. She groaned at the movement of catching it. But, she still started to drink anyway.
"Of course it's somewhere safe. It's right here in my pocket." Eric grinned, pulling out the small pouch that Austin had given him.
Then, Eric opened it. However, his grin immediately dropped into a frown. Freezing up.
Tony noticed this, furrowing his brows as he turned his body to look at Eric. Fixing his glasses for a moment. "What? What is it?"
Eric slowly closed the pouch again. "Oh no..."
The brunette stood up, walking over to Eric and snatching the pouch from his hands. Tony looked inside, his eyes widening. Then, he slowly looked up towards Eric. Closing his eyes out of irritation.
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My Nerdy Boyfriend Is A Vampire! (BOY×BOY)
Vampiros"John McClain. Known as the Prince of WestView High-School. A jock with the reputation of winning all of his football games, and never letting his team down. How will his football career handle when he goes to a party, and be met with a shock that'l...
