The complex situation of an egotistical-recovering vampire falling in love with a human (well slightly human, shhh)...
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"You know, I think I like you. Even if you're a little crazy" followed a voice after me.
I turned around, wide eyed and surpri...
Coming home late on a Friday to a roommate who was passed out would be totally normal. But coming home to a roommate getting it on, on a Friday was just awkward.
James didn't tell me he was going to have company over ahead of time, otherwise I would have stayed out and walked all night.
I walked into my home and witnessed the sight of another woman in our house on top of him. I swear he could have anyone in his lap, as long as they were his type. For all I knew he probably did the mail lady that placed the mail in our box when he came home from his journalism job. I'm being sarcastic.
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"I'm so sorry, you didn't tell me" I blurted out as I adverted my eyes away from the topless brunette girl.
"JAMES! WHAT THE FU-"
"She's not who you think, babe!" James argued.
Eww, babe? Really? That word made me cringe...
"Then who exactly the fvck is she?" the girl rolled her eyes in a snobby manner. Thankfully at this point everyone was covered in clothes.
"I'm his roommate" I extended my hand in a greeting. "Positively no sexual relations in here. I would probably get an STD if I allowed such behaviors"
The girl looked at me wide eyed and mouth ajar.
"Ly!" James hollered in distaste. He knew exactly what I was trying to do.
"Oh my god, JAMES! You didn't fvcking tell me you have an STD! What the fvck!" the girl was already running towards the door.
"Alicia! Babe! I fvcking don't! She's joking!" James was running after her down the stairs, with his button down shirt flying open. "April fools!"
"IT'S NOT EVEN APRIL!" she hollered back.
A smile quirked its way on my face as I covered it with my hand. Well since they were done, I should really hit the shower and then hit the sack.
I was done taking a shower and dressed, when James came back in.
"Do you really have to say something every time you catch me at my worst moments?" he gave me a deadpanned expression on his way to the fridge.
"Do you really have to get laid every single week?" I retorted sarcastically.
"Maybe" he plastered a smirk.
"Then maybe" I agreed. "Night, ugly" I retreated into my room.
Trying to sleep was a difficult task. I shifted uncomfortably in my sheets after every minute that ticked by. I was thankful that part time work didn't interfere with my all-morning sleep.
There was something at the back of my mind that kept bugging me. It was like I was suddenly high on sugar, and that I was suddenly alive and happy at one o'clock in the morning.
