Shine

Vampires Like Sports

I sat curled in my lime armchair in my room, working on another drawing—a young woman with flower petals for hair—on top of Edward's legs because he'd found a way to put his ankle on his knee so we could both be comfortable. He said it was difficult to make a vampire physically uncomfortable, but I resolutely ignored him and focused more on the tiny, graphite details to the petals, having finally shaded them properly and smoothly, needing now just to add the color variations in black and white.

I don't draw color. Just does not work. Tried. Failed. So many times.

"What? Sorry no, you just cut out for a minute." Trying to draw while keeping my shoulder and cell phone wedged up into my ear was a trick, but Edward was not my personal holder-of-difficult-things and he knew it, so I let myself struggle. I could have put down the pencils.

The Edward in question smirked and rolled his eyes at me. I stuck my tongue out while Jake repeated himself.

"I said they're organizing an informal sort of volleyball game next weekend, wanna come over?"

"Yeah totally! Wait hold on...." Were Clara and I going back to Edmonds that weekend? "Nope, that was definitely a yes. Can I get a ride possibly? I don't remember what Aunt Clara's hours are off the top of my head."

"Yeah, yeah. Hey uh, any chance you want to bring more of those churros you made when you came to the house? Quil ate the last of them and demands more. He's thinking of starting a toll on the road in, actually."

I chuckled, lifting my pencil after nearly every stroke to make sure I was getting the details right. "How many people are coming? Because I don't know if I have enough patience to fry that many. I mean, maybe one for everyone...."

"Aw crap, I didn't think of that. Huh."

I switched my phone to the other shoulder, as the first ear was starting to burn. "Well maybe Clara can help me. We'll work something out. Just don't let Quil hog them all, these are not a meal, they are at best a snack or a taster for people like you."

"What? People like us?"

"Yes. People who think with their stomachs."

"Ouch."

"Right, well I'm gonna keep at this project I'm on. See you over the weekend then?"

"Yeah you bet. I'll get you more details once whoever's actually trying to plan it gets their head together."

"You do that. Later Jake!"

"Later Seth. Take it easy."

"Psh screw that." I tucked my phone down between the cushions and realized Edward was tapping through his own phone, smiling. "What's up, Twilight Sparkle?"

He stared at me, baffled. "Who?"

"Don't worry about it, love. What do your peeps have to say?"

"Alice says that we are actually playing baseball tonight."

My eyebrows leaped with surprise. "All right! Well have fun."

"She says you're invited," he promised with a smile tucked into his cheek, sliding his phone back into his pocket, rocking me to one side to do so.

"Wait why is it up to Alice if I'm invited or not?"

"Because Alice is the one who can assure us with any accuracy that the field in which we generally decide to play will be free of the rain that will fall nearly everywhere else in the tri-state area."