bloodline :: philkas

patru

philip

i really didn't expect that i would end up living across the street from my potential killer. i also really didn't expect that i would be giving him my number. or talking to him. or just being near him again in general. so seeing him (i guess i should call him lukas now?), was just weird. but i had to admit, the pet names lukas gave me just made me weak in the knees. i was a sucker for those, and he seems to know that.

but i know why he's saying things like that and making me feel all lovey dovey. lukas wants only one thing from me, and that's my blood. and i won't let him have it. why does he want my blood anyway? there's nothing special about it, so why does he want it so bad?

if i did let him taste me, would it hurt? would it feel like two small pinches, or would it feel like my neck was going to be ripped apart? that's what scared, no, intimidated, me about lukas. if i let my guard down, would he take advantage of me? would he kill me? lukas could easily end my life, and knowing that made me feel a bit unnerved.

to help calm my small stress, i made fluffy pancakes to eat while watching kung fu panda 2. since lukas walked over here, i wasn't able to see the end of the first movie. i really wanted to, since kung fu panda is one of my favorite movies. coraline will always be my number one, though. it was ominous and mysterious, and that's what pulled me in.

lukas' eyes pulled me in too. they were absolutely gorgeous, why wouldn't they? and his voice was so appealing to me. i could probably fall asleep to him talking. lukas could literally read the lyrics to the nutshack theme song and i would think that it's one of the most beautiful things ever to leave his mouth. he's just too infatuating, maybe even irresistible.

but i won't let my guard down. i have to stop thinking about lukas this way before i get pulled in, and end up getting hurt. or killed. either way, it wouldn't be good.

i finished my pancakes just as po was talking to his dad, saying he would be back home faster than you can say "noodles," and contemplated whether or not i wanted to make more pancakes. i wasn't going to lie, my pancakes were not that bad. they were fluffy and tasted good to me, and that's all that mattered. so i decided to make two more, since i just ate five.

somewhere in my brain, the image of ice cream popped up. specifically soft serve ice cream, and i found myself wanting it. and thinking about ice cream made me remember i have to go to baskin robbins in an hour for work. my shift was from 12 to 7, which was not that bad. it was an awkwardly placed time period, in my opinion, but i didn't mind. i could leave to the nearby mcdonald's afterwards and grab food. this seemed like a good plan for tonight.

i went over to the kitchen and began making a few more pancakes, sitting back down on the living room couch once i was done. as soon as i finished eating, i quickly cleaned the plate before putting it away and walked to my room to change out of my lazy outfit. since last night and this morning, i've only put up a few more pieces of furniture. my tv, love seat (plus the super soft chair), and chairs for the kitchen island. i am honestly so proud of myself for putting all this stuff up in less than two hours.

once i got to my room, i put on a pair of khakis (they were actually kinda comfy), my blue baskin robbins shirt, and grabbed my apron with my name tag and neatly folded it before putting it in my drawstring bag, along with my phone and money. i didn't really feel like changing at the shop, so i decided it would be best to put my stuff on right now and just change into something else after. and with that thought it mind, i grabbed a pair of black jogger sweatpants that oddly looked like a more loose version of skinny jeans, and a matching sweatshirt. i stuffed the rest of the clothing into my bag before putting it around my shoulders and then walking to the garage.