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Chap 11

Chap11

I was ready in less than ten minutes, well almost! I had my hair in a little neat bun on the top of my head and was wearing a pair of jeans and a puffy purple top. I applied a small amount of make-up and threw on a Hawaiian pizza into the oven.

I was looking through DVD’s listing some of the not so childish one’s and placing them out on the table when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” I yelled pushing past Dad trying to get to the door. “Dad please leave!” I said to him mortified as he pushed out his chest and stood tall. His brownish hair stood on end while his hazel eyes glowed. I knew that my Dad was happy for me, even though he didn’t show it.

 I opened the door and before I could even say hello in was wrapped in Tristan’s familiar embrace. Ever since he arrived at school three weeks ago we’ve been hanging out a lot. No one’s ever home so they don’t notice that I’m gone. Boy, things sure are going to change around here now that Dad’s back. Tristan better watch out! He has to fight for my affection….With my Dad. Tristan pulled back and gazed lovingly into my eyes. He started to lean forward and I stood still waiting for his lips to crash against mine, I always lose myself to the tingles I get every time he touches me. I heard an angry cough behind me, that’s all it took to snap me out of the Tristan trance I was in; it’s my new cute, little nickname for it! One of these day’s I’ll be on the news under the headlines ‘Brook Feint, Died from a Tristan overdose.’ “Em…..” I said pulling away from Tristan “Em….Tris this is my Dad. Dad this is Tristan.” I said and looked down into my hands. A soft, warm, tanned hand gripped my hands and made me feel better. I looked up to see my Fathers chest deflate. “Oh.” He said disappointingly “Hey Tristy, My old flower when did you move up state?” My Dad beamed shaking his hand. “Hello Mr Feint, Three weeks ago!” Tristan replied back casually. “Well I’ll leave you guys to it. Me and Jannett are going out now, Bye” he said and walked away to find Mom. “Jannett and I, DAD” I yelled to him. I swear he does this on purpose sometimes! “Well I’m, married to her not you!” and with that he stuck out his tongue and walked away. “Lol” Tristan said chuckling softly. “Ok so moving on, how do you my Dad?” “I help him deliver some stuff when I worked in his office. I had no idea that you were the Brook he kept talking about visiting and describing to me.” “Alright” I said pulling Tristan into the living room. “I have pizza in the oven. You aren’t allergic to anything are you?” “Em, since I’m a vampire, no.” he was still laughing from the encounter with my Dad. “Ha ha” I said dryly “So Garlic it is than!” “We’re not allergic to Garlic!” “Aw does that mean I don’t get to see you burn from the inside out? Poo!”I said over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen to grab the pizza. “Pick out a DVD!” After I had placed the pizza on the cooling wire, burning myself in the process, and gotten drinks out, I took out the pizza cutter and started to cut. I jumped and gave a little yelp when someone grabbed my hand from behind me.Before I could turn to face him Tristan had pressed his body against mine making me smile. He placed his hand on my hip and started giving me little kisses down my neck. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked me while his lips continued to brush against my neck. How could anyone think when he held you like that!!!! “You make me happy.” I blurted out. SHIT! Tristan’s lips force and I could feel him smile against my neck. Was that a good idea? Letting a vampire kiss your neck?!? He took the cutter from my hand and placed his other hand on my hip and lifted me onto the counter with ease, pressing me into him. I suddenly became very aware that I had my legs wrapped just below Tristan’s waist line.

“The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions- the little; soon forgotten charities of a kiss, or smile, a kind look, a heart felt compliment and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling.” 

“God, please don’t quote Samuel Taylor Coleridge!” I moaned at him. “Why not?” he asked as he soon forgot his speech and started once again to kiss my neck softly. “It makes you irresistible!” WHAT?!? Why do I act like this when Tristan’s close to me?!? “Mmm” Tristan muttered in agreement. “Fine” he said.