Samantha Emerson | The Lost Boys

"Friends"

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Chapter 3

Marko’s Pov

Oh crud.

So much for staying away.  Could this be a sign?  No!  Get that thought out of your head…  Oh screw it!  I need to talk to her, but why?  How could I feel this way about a human?  Why her?  I have so many questions!  Who can I go to, the head?  No, it can’t be that serious.  David? –No way, he would only compare her to Star.  This is crazy!  Why am I acting like this?   Get a hold of yourself Marko!  You NEVER like this, never.  Just go over and talk to her, it’s what you want to do right?  Find out more about her, get to know her.  Just walk over and act casual, keep your cool.  She is just another girl.  Just another girl. 

The owner came from behind the back counter, and like always smiled at me.  “The usual.” I said smugly and she walked away to the back.

Sam’s Pov

The usual, huh.  Must come in here often…Try to act cool, he’s looking at you!  Don’t be too straight forward though, you don’t want to mess this up Sammy.  “Hey there, Marko right?”  Good job, that wasn’t too hard, right?  He smiled.  Jeez, now that all of the lights from the boardwalk aren’t blinding me, Marko is cuter than I thought.  Let’s face it, he is hot, so hot that I’m surprised things don’t catch fire when he looks at them.  He wore the same jacket as yesterday, the same things as yesterday.  The only thing that I didn’t notice from last night was that he was wearing chaps.  No, he didn’t look like a cowboy, but it all seemed to flow together perfectly.

Marko’s Pov

Sam remembered my name.  She remembered me.  Hope this works… “Hi Sam, if this seat taken?” I asked, pointing to the seat across from her.  She seemed pretty shocked, but quickly answered “Not at all.”  Whoo, this is going better than I thought.  Sitting down I said “So, what do you think of Santa Carla?”

“Well, it’s a lot different compared to Phoenix.  It’s pretty nice, actually.”  Wow, Arizona. Hot and sunny – two factors I could live without.  She seemed calmer now, but not completely.

“I bet.  Do you miss the heat?  It can get pretty cold out here.”  Am I really having an actual conversation?!  And with a person I have no intention of feeding off of?

“Well,” she began.  “I do and I don’t.  I like the weather out here, there was never a breeze or a break from the heat back home.  It will take a while to adjust to it though.”  Her voice was softer, calmer than I thought it would be.  “Anyway, what do you think of here?  How long have you lived in the ‘Murder Capital of the World’?” she smiled.  What a pretty smile it was… focus Marko!

“I guess you could say I have grown to love this place.  A lot of parties, a lot of fun, and a lot of havoc.”  I couldn’t help but smile at the last part.  “I moved here a few years ago with some pretty awesome friends, heck you could call them my brothers.”  She nodded.  We lost eye contact and she started looking at my jacket.  She seemed confused, intrigued, and pretty shocked.  Sam glanced at every patch, and it looked like she was trying to memorize everything she saw. “Uh, Sam?” I asked after a few minutes of silence.  She looked up shocked, breaking out of her trance.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she looked back at me. “Sorry, but did you make that?” she pointed at the jacket.  I couldn’t help but smile.  Not just any smile, this was one that seemed to go from ear to ear.  The only time I smiled like this was when someone brought up the jacket.  I was proud of my creation, so proud in fact that I would barely let any of the guys touch it.  It really shouldn’t matter, considering that I usually feed when I wear this jacket… but that’s just who I am.