A/N: Oh my Lord, I'm so so sorry I didn't update in like, a decade. I feel so guilty right now because most wattpad authors don't update cause of exams and stuff but I've just been song-writing and studying about Black Death. I'm so sorry guys! Anywhore, Hope you enjoy c:
"Oh my holy Satan, what the hell is going on?!" I yelped and then something hairy brushed against my leg. "Oh my Lord, the freaking carpet is alive!!!" I screamed and grabbed whatever-the-heck is next to me, which obviously was the guy from earlier. He might think I'm psycho but I honestly don't care, You know how scary it is to have things to touch your leg in the dark? Then the lights came back on and well guess what? The guy was holding we bridal style and he ran down the stairs to investigate the origin of the scream. Hmm. (a/n: YOLO, right?)
I usually avoid all kinds of physical contact, including poking somebody with a pole but he.
Is.
So.
Cuddly.
Would it be weird if I sniffed him? Yes? But he smells so good. Oh wait.
My chain of thought was cut of as he stopped abruptly. I followed his line of vision and my heart immedietly flew to my mouth. I couldn't breathe. Jordan's girlfriend, Lianna, was holding a large vial of dark reddish opaque liquid that reeked of decay and pouring it down Jordan's throat. Her eyes were glassy, like she was sleep-walking. Like she didn't know what she was doing and that she was simply a powerless puppet being controlled by strings.
Everybody was suddenly gone and that left Jordan and Lianna with us cowering scared in the corner. This was obviously what didn't happen at parties and was quite dangerous so um, he (while still bridal-styling) snucked soundlessly out of the back door.
He shut the door quietly and set me down. We walked a short distance away from the house to the direction of the park. "Okayyyyy. We just witnessed something that looks like it came out of a clique horror movie and now what happens?" I whisper-yelled at him.
"We get coffee then we talk." He said, a mild blush appearing on his cheeks.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww (a/n: how very cute)
Thank Jesus he finally said that. My addiction to coffee is so bad I have to get 2 cups of that per day. I can't live without coffee (a/n: thats me c:) but sometimes when I get to hyped on coffee, I start climbing public fences and biting people. God knows what I'll do when I get addicted to Monster. (a/n: *guilty smile*)
I heard a chuckle beside me. "Seriously?" he laughed, "Biting people?"
I rolled my eyes. Why do I say my thoughts aloud so often? They're honestly accidental. "Hey, I didn't ask to be ADHD! You know when you mix an ADHD kid with a strongly-caffiened drink, BAM. Weirdo activity happens."
"Whoa, you're ADHD too?" he grinned.
"We are having a lot of things in common, whatever-your-name-is."
"I'm Luke Taylor."
"Martin, Olive Martin," I formally introduced myself and we shook hands.
We walked briskly on the cobbstone road for a moment then -in unison- burst into fits of laughter.
To normal people passing by, we might have looked like a happy dating couple returning from the movies and not 2 stangers that had just witnessed a supernatural inccident about 15 minutes ago.
Things are going to be very different in approximately 5 seconds later. If I had known what was coming later, I would run and run and run all the way to the milky way.
(a/n: CLIFFY. I can kinda sense that you really hate me right now.)
