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In this Fan-Fiction, I have made a slight change to the Vampires, giving them Fangs instead of blunt teeth. Another will be that i will not be going by the book or movie release date. Instead, it'll be set in 2006. And...
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Walking into the deafening lunch hall, Felicity Swan smiled a toothy grin. Her arm, as it had been for most of the morning, was curled around Angela's as the teen in question directed them into the lunch hall that was already teeming with life. The two had just spent the last three hours together, sharing the same lessons and during that time, they had become fast friends.
The conversations between them flowed without much difficulty, like they had known each other for years. The way they bounced off of one another made them feel a type of warmth in their hearts that they hadn't felt with anyone who wasn't family.
Angela had made a witty remark about how, in their past lives, they must have been friends because she couldn't think of any other reason as to why they got along like a house on fire. Felicity had agreed wholeheartedly, even throwing in the possibility that they had been related.
Not long after the statements were made, the two had burst into giggles as they created hypothetical scenarios just to figure out what they could have been like. They had gotten a few strange looks as they walked down the halls but neither one of them had cared.
Angela had just finished telling Felicity about her favourite album when they reached the end of the lunch cue. "I've had 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍. 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄. 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚. on repeat for the last week," she said with a smile, "I think my favourite would have to be What you waiting for."
"Oh, I love that song!" Felicity gushed with a dimpled grin. "Phil, my stepdad, burned it onto a CD for me a few weeks ago. I'm surprised that it hasn't gotten scratched with the amount of times I've played it," she giggled before gasping, "Oh, do you ever listen to Fall Out Boy?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
Angela nodded her head enthusiastically, even going on to explain which of their songs she preferred over the others and coincidentally, it was the same as Felicity's. Sugar we're going down. Laughing, the two made a mental note of yet another similar Interest they shared.
Shaking her head with a smile, Felicity glanced around the room when she noticed someone walking past with a plate of food on their tray. The sight of the medium sized portion of Spaghetti and Meatballs was enough to have her stomach rumbling obnoxiously loud.
Blushing, she ducked her head to the side. "Sorry," she apologised sheepishly, her cheeks quickly becoming coated by a dusty pink blush. When Felicity had left for school that morning, she hadn't eaten any breakfast in fear of being late and now she was paying the price. Her stomach demanded food and it didn't care who heard its complaints.
Chuckling softly, Angela shook her head. "It's fine," she said with a smile, even going as far as to wave her hand to show that it wasn't a big deal and that she didn't need to worry. Moving along in the cue, the two reached forward and grabbed a sickly green coloured tray.
