Blue Blood ~ Young Royals

Babe

The more days that go by, the more time I spend with Simon, the closer I feel to him. I've never felt this way about someone, so connected after less than 2 months of knowing each other. I still find myself curious about him, and trying to help him even though I have no idea how I should. I feel like Simon telling me about his vampirism might've just brought us closer.

It's been 2 weeks since he told me, and we're sitting awkwardly at lunch on a Wednesday. August keeps glaring at us from across the table, while Nils and Vincent have a butter knife fight. I'm holding Simon's hand under the table, trying to provide some sort of support. I understand now it's pretty awkward for him to have to sit through a meal with all the boys at school while he is the only one not eating. I'm just glad for him they barely pay any attention to things that aren't their own food.

I eat slightly awkwardly with my free hand while Simon drinks from his bottle, shrinking back slightly as if he wants to hide. I feel like I'm extra aware of his behavior now that I know he's a vampire. I squeeze his hand reassuringly and he smiles at me before turning his attention back to the bottle. The food is kind of bland today, like the chef was so tired they forgot to add salt or something. Thoughts fill my mind of kissing Simon instead, the overwhelming feel of his tongue twisting with mine, his canines dragging across my bottom lip...

Someone lets out a yelp and something clatters loudly on the table. I turn my head quickly to see. As I could've expected, Nils and Vincent's butter knife fight went a little wrong and the slightly bloody knife lies beneath Vincent's injured finger. He's cradling his finger and wincing slightly dramatically, a small amount of blood dripping slowly down his skin. Nils stares awkwardly at his plate and the rest of the boys just gape silently at Vincent, some clearly holding back their amusement at the stupid accident.

Shit. I turn to look at Simon, who has that hungry expression in his eyes. I squeeze his hand but he barely responds, staring at Vincent's finger with much more intensity than the rest of the boys. I raise my free hand to my mouth and give a mock cough, speaking slightly louder than normal. "Ugh, I don't feel great. I think I might throw up."

I tug Simon's hand as I stand up, and he blinks a few times before standing and letting me pull him out of the room with me. I take him to the first empty classroom I find, his eyes back to normal and a slightly guilty expression on his face. "Sorry..."

"No, don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just... Natural stuff for you, right? I just thought you'd prefer not having to be there..." I say in an attempt to be understanding. 

He nods, giving me a shy smile. "Thanks."

We stand in silence for a moment, his hand in mine. I chew my lip, deep in thought, before I decide to just ask. "Do you... just crave everyone's blood?" I feel the blush creeping up into my face, embarrassed to ask and also slightly afraid that he might feel offended.

"Um... I suppose, yeah. It's pretty overpowering in comparison with this stuff." He swishes the blood around in his bottle. "Some people's blood smells different than others, I suppose, but in the end, I'll go... like that... over most people's blood. Pure blood..." He stares into space and I push down the jealous feelings growing inside. If anything, I should be grossed out. Not jealous that I'm not the only person whose blood he'd like to drink.

"So... What... What does my blood smell like?"

He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at me. "I- good, really good..."

"Better than other people's blood?" I ask slightly nervously.

He nods slowly. "Y-yes. You... maybe it's because you're my boyfriend so I feel... well... you just... your blood smells really good. It makes my head spin-" He stops mid-sentence, a frown appearing on his face. "You're not... freaked out by that?"

"No..." I say, feeling my face burn. I stare at my shoes, fidgeting awkwardly with the zipper of my jacket. 

He sighs, a note of hesitation in his voice. "Do you... want me... to bite you? Is... is that it?"

"Um..." He said he shouldn't drink real blood, he'll crave it. Should I admit the truth or... "I... I don't know... It's weird, and I probably shouldn't, um... Want that. But... I think I do..." 

I look up, meeting his gaze. There's a hint of curiosity in his gaze, but also concern and restraint. "You know I really, really shouldn't."

"I know... I shouldn't even want you to... We should, um-"

"Keep your blood in your body and not in my mouth." He suggests.

I can't hold in my laugh and I nod. "Yeah. That seems like a good idea, I suppose."

He smiles nervously and pulls me closer to him. "Well, there's other things you-" 

The door bursts open and he quickly takes a step back and drops my hand, looking nervously at the teacher who just walked into the classroom. I rack my brain for an excuse as to why we were here. "Um, we were just, uh... Getting to class early."

The teacher frowns. "You're first years, you're not in my class."

I feel my face burn and I look down, avoiding his eyes. "Uh, right... Wrong classroom." I grab Simon's hand and pull us both out of the room and through the hallway. I'm torn between laughing and cringing but we end up both giggling as we try to find our way to the classroom we actually need to get to. By now, students are already filling the hallways and getting to wherever they need to be. Someone's laughing with his friends, making a stabbing motion and then twisting his face in mock agony and waving his hand around dramatically. 

The rest of the day passes with a lot of students laughing behind their hands, doing boring bookwork and sideways glances at Simon. I just keep on thinking of him, that he's my boyfriend, my Simon. I begin to realize that I can't imagine my life without him. I'm so glad I have him...

"B-Wille. School's out." Simon says, smiling at me. I return his smile, packing up my stuff and walking with him to the bus stop. 

Once we're standing beneath the small red roof, hidden from view, I take his hand and say. "What were you going to call me back in class?"

His eyes widen slightly and he looks down at his shoes. "Um, I... don't laugh when I tell you! I... I was going to call you babe..." He says uncertainly.

My mouth twists into a smile, my heart fluttering at the thought. I turn to look at him and he meets my gaze. "But you didn't, because there were people around?" I guess. "There's no one around now..."

His nervousness seems to have melted away. He smirks and leans closer, stealing a quick kiss. "Yup, no one here. You got that right... babe."

My heart pounds violently against my ribcage, my face feeling hot when he says that word. I ignore the rumbling sound of the approaching bus and just stare at Simon. He chuckles softly at how flustered I am and slowly lets his hand fall out of mine. "Do you really have to go now?" I ask, even though I know the answer.

"Yeah. I'll be back tomorrow, you know." He says, slowly walking to the edge of the curb while keeping his eyes on me. The bus begins to slow down.

"To call me pretty names again?"

He nods, the doors of the bus opening behind him. "Of course. Bye..."

I give him a small wave. "Bye..." I can feel a nickname on the tip of my tongue, but I hold back. Not with a full bus to hear me. Tomorrow...

Note: My cat was sitting on my lap when I was writing and he tried to headbutt me but he fell off my leg and onto the floor lol. (dw I sit on the floor he's fine)