"I would advise for you to dispose of any feelings your harbor for the foul-smelling teenage boy, dear child."
"nah, i like my boyfriend. he buys me pop tarts without having to ask and likes the same baseball team i do. that's love in my book."
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"MOVE THE TV, FELIX." The strong vampire sighed needlessly, then effortlessly picked up the TV, and they walked down the hall together before entering the lounge. They opened the door, and Juliette's eyes widened when she saw a ton of vampires.
Alec, Jane, Demitri, a stunning brunette, the kings, and a couple more. Felix placed the television on the coffee table that they pulled up.
The kings were sitting on the couch with Jane beside Aro, Alec leaning against the wall, Demitri in an armchair, the brunette female on the armchair on the other side of the couch, and the other two standing behind the chair.
Aro smiled joyfully. "Ah, Juliette! I invited a few of the guards to watch the movie as well. I hope that's okay." She shrugged as Felix set the TV up.
"Fine with me. Uh...just a warning, this is fictional, so don't take it too personally." Alec frowned. "What does that mean?" She hesitated and tried to form the words.
"Well...in this movie, vampires have wings and fly. Huge fangs, they turn blue, and a few other stuff. Then there's Children of the Moon-type werewolves and Transylvanian royalty. But remember...better than Bram Stroker's Dracula."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Felix started the movie. Juliette grinned when they saw the movie's take on Frankenstein, and the vampires were all muttering when they saw Dracula get burnt, and then walk out with his hair perfectly slicked back.
In the middle of the movie, her phone rang, and they all started complaining.
"Jeez, you'd think you were 2 instead of 2000," she muttered, but went out the door and closed it tightly as she leaned against the hallway door, oblivious to Felix, who had moved so that he was directly against the wall from the other side, listening in.
"Hello?"
"Well, well, well, the Pop Tart Princess didn't—"
"—give you a fake number? You've had it for almost a year now, Embry. Was there some debate?" She heard him laugh on the other end, and could hear waves crashing—telling her he was at the beach.
"So, how's the trip? Leah misses you like crazy, and she almost ran after you. Thankfully, Sam talked some sense into her. Quil's just placing bets on how soon after Bella gets married she'll be turned."
"Trip's good. It's, uh, not very eventful at the moment. Canada's kind of boring, but I'm hoping to find a giant slinky soon or something." She cracked a smile and sighed, missing the sound of his voice.
"Well, I expect a souvenir or something. From Alaska, not Canada. Like a shot glass."
"What are you supposed to use a shotglass for?" He paused, and then she just knew he was grinning. "Old Quil's Bonfire Punch, maybe." She rolled her eyes, remembering how much of a hangover she had the next morning.
