Bite Sized

New Nebraska

Major Characters: Nebraska, Layton

Nebraska's POV

A strong white light shone making me close my eyes tightly. Was I in heaven? Because it smells a lot worse than I thought.

"Is she going to wake up?" I heard a voice desperately ask. Who was that?

"I don't know sir. Her vitals are stable but what happens now is completely up to her," another voice replied. Now who was that?

"But she's going to be okay right?" the previous voice asked again. Who was he and why does he sound really desperate? Also, who were they talking about?

"As of right now-"

"I don't care about right now! I care about whether she'll come home with me or not!" the voice growled out. Whoa man calm down. I'm sure whoever he's talking about is going to be okay. "Please tell me she's coming home," he whispered, before I felt something touch my hand.

Was he touching my hand? Was he talking about me? Who was he?

Okay, I really have got to wake up now. I need to wake up now.

I concentrated on waking up. How did girls in those movies do this? Do they just sit around till their eyes decide to catch up with their brain? What if my brain isn't connected to my eyes anymore and that's why I'm still asleep.

After what seemed like forever, I felt myself being pulled away from the sleepy state before I became more aware of my surroundings. First thing I felt was that I was on a soft bed. Second thing I felt was how my stomach absolutely hurt like hell.

Third thing I felt was someone gripping into my left hand tightly as if their life depended on it. Using all my strength, I opened my eyes and closed them again at the sudden light. Blinking fast to adjust, I turned my head to the side to see Layton looking out the window, not noticing that I was awake.

I could hear him whispering something and I strained my ears to listen. "Please wake up...please wake up I need you...please..." he kept muttering, staring out the window.

I didn't move but just stayed there staring at him. Not in the creepy type of staring, but more of an observing type of staring. His forehead was wrinkled with worry and he looked like he hasn't gotten a good sleep in years.

Do vampires even sleep?

His other hand that wasn't holding mine was holding into a smoothie and he was sipping it nervously while staring out the window, not even noticing that I was awake and watching him. I finally looked at the smoothie he had in his hand and smiled.

"Are you planning to share that with me?" I asked, making him whip his head around so fast that I was afraid that he'd get whiplash. He didn't say anything as he stared at me wide eyed and opened mouth like he couldn't believe that I was alive. "That is my favorite smoothie," I added.

He still didn't say anything and now I was really scared that he was frozen in shock. "Layton?" I asked, worriedly.

Suddenly I was wrapped in a warm embrace. I winced a little feeling pain in the side of my stomach but still did my best to wrap my arms around him and return the hug. His head was buried in my neck and his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist like he didn't remember that I was just stabbed in that area.

Or maybe he didn't care.

"I miss you so much," he said, his voice a little muffled from being pressed into my neck. I smiled at that and hugged him tighter, despite how much my body was protesting.

I don't know what happened, but between being given death threats by a crazy girl in my best friend's body to being stabbed by a crazy girl in my best friend's body to being unconscious, I realized something. What was I doing? Why was I pushing Layton away?

He took my humanity away.

He protected me from being killed by so many vampires.

He had no reason for turning me into this blood-sucking creature.

He misunderstood me.

Half of his bad decisions were almost forgiven due to the number of times he's saved my butt so many times. Sure, he's impulsive and does things without thinking, but I'm sort of the same.

I pulled away from the hug and looked into the eyes of the one that has saved me so many times. When I ran away, instead of forgetting about me, he followed me and even saved me and my brother from that one vampire.

Even before I was a vampire, back when he was just a creepy stalker, he did never do anything to hurt me. The worst thing he's ever done to me was give me the creepy feeling that he's always watching me, which he probably was. All I got were love notes, and presents and I'm no longer ashamed to say that I liked.

Before I knew it, our faces were moving closer to each other. I could tell Layton was about to pull away but I wasn't having any of it. I've waited way too long for this.

Before he could move away, I pressed my lips against his. His lips were firm but soft at the same time. I honestly had no idea what I was doing since this was my first kiss, but watching Haley and Lucas make out with people and romantic comedies sort of gave me an idea of what to do.

Even though a part of me was expecting him to pull away and run out of the room, a huge part of me was extremely happy when he began kissing me back with more force.

Whoa when did I become this person?

I pulled away after realizing that I needed to breath and looked into the his eyes again. Instead of looking at me like a creep, he was staring at me with a look of wonder.

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" he asked.

I didn't get a chance to answer since he began to kiss me again. I ignored the growing pain in my stomach and continued kissing him back.

Seriously, when did I become this person?

Whoever this new Nebraska was...I liked her.