Just Another Vampire Story

A New Friend

 Noise .

 Muffled noise.

 It broke my sound wall of dreamless sleep. I tried to keep that wall from breaking but electric guitars can be quite annoying in the morning. I groaned at the raspy sound of Taylor Momsen when she declared her love rather aggressively. My eyes shot open to see Billie Joe's green eyes staring at me and my hands fumbled for my phone to shut the stupid alarm off. Not before ten minutes later, I decided to get up and get it on with my morning routine.

 After the shower, the contemplative fifteen minutes inside my walk-in closet, and the girly ten minutes in front of the mirror, I skipped down the wide staircase landing with a light thud after I ignored the last three steps. My aunt, Rebecca, was standing in the kitchen fixing up some breakfast for the both of us. She was humming sweetly as her hands worked. I tiptoed to the counter and sat down with no sound.

 "Good morning, Becky."

 It was like she stuck her fingers in the plug when her body jumped up and her back straightened. She threw her hands in the air as she gasped, "Ruby! Please, stop doing that." I giggled. "Oh, and good morning."

 I grinned mischievously, "I've been doing that every morning ever since I was fourteen. Imma keep doing it until you stop reacting to it like you did just now." I wagged my eyebrows and laughed. She shook her and smiled, then turned her back to me and got back to whatever it was that she was doing...oh, a salad.

 'Figures.

 I rolled my eyes smiling at her back. Salads in the morning just don't do it for me. I need food. I strode to the fridge and grabbed the first thing I laid eyes on that I considered food. I grabbed a frying pan from the hanger and made my own meal. I felt Becky eyeing me so I looked at her with my mouth turned out the side into a smirk, reminding her of the many times I tried to persuade her that no harm will be done if she really ate in the early hours of the day. She flicked her chocolate brown wavy hair off her shoulder and turned around ignoring my pestering self. Her every-day-action never fails to get an amused chuckle out of me.

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 I parked my R750 next to Michelle's car. I gave out my morning dark laugh: part of the routine; at this spot, every day, at this time of day, is where I remember the narrow minded stares and lectures that the teachers gave me when they noticed what I chose for a means of transportation. Reckless, juvenile, dangerous and the occasional irresponsible were the words I recall they used to describe it. The students however have a different opinion. It's split between very cool and very scary.

 In my defense, I think cars are slower and take up more space in the streets. Motorcycles give less air resistance and they are just FAST. I like speed and heights and adrenaline. Almost anything extreme is how I like to do stuff. I can't say the same about Becky though. It took her a sweet, long, mind numbing, ten-minute silence before asking me what the hell was I thinking.  I was grinning during the entire conversation and it got her to eventually drop it and stare back at her laptop.

 I waved at Michelle who was standing close to the entrance. At her side was Whisper, my other best friend. She was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. As I approached them, she spoke up. "Aren't you supposed to be the one waiting for us?" She raised her brow teasingly "you're the one the drives that ground missile so technically, you should get here faster."

 I put my hands up defensively, "I never said I leave my place early." I looked at Whisper like she was rather talking nonsense.

 Michelle giggled and decided to speak. "I would appreciate it if you guys stop talking now and don't get us late."