Fangs, a vampire love story

Complications

Sup guys?! This is chapter 8! Oh yeah, and by the way, i'm going to be writing another book called, 

"You've changed, I moved on." !!!! Anyway, enjoy! Comment, vote and fan! :)

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 Chapter 8

Complications

We were staring at each other, and I loved every minute of it. I finally spoke up, “You know, every time I stare into your eyes, I get butterflies in my stomach.” He giggled and replied, “You know, every time I’m looking at you, I feel like a new person, like I can be myself.”

I smirked, and remembered that he didn’t tell me that little secret. I smiled, a bitchy smile, and informed him, “Speaking of you being yourself… want to tell me that little secret? You know the one we were talking about in the washroom… when I almost made out with you.” He laughed, but then brought up a straight face.

He replied, “Oh yeah, like I said, I would like to keep that to myself.” I groaned, and gave him a dirty look. I was mad at him, that he didn’t trust me enough to tell me something! I glanced at him, and was playing with the white blanket. I told him, “Well, I guess you don’t trust me enough to tell me some stupid little secret, and you trust me enough to almost make out with you.”

He scowled, and mumbled, “It’s not stupid, and you’re being stupid for thinking that it’s stupid.” I scowled back at him. I recited, “Well, maybe if you told me it, I wouldn’t think it would be stupid!” I yelled. He got pissed off with me, and replied, “You know what, screw you.” He got up, and marched out of the room.

I groaned, and said out loud, “I know you’re still out there!” No answer. He’s being a bastard. I looked at my leg, and felt the cast myself. It was a hard, rough cast. Rubbing your fingers on it was not a pleasant feeling.

I pressed the big red button, and a nurse answered, “Hi, how may I help you?” I cleared my throat and replied, “Glass of water please?” The woman, with a polish accent replied, “Okay, it will be there shortly.” I said, “Thanks,” and pressed the button again.

I heard someone come in; I looked to my left and saw my mom. I got relieved. I thought it was going to be the fag. You know who. She walked up to me, and kissed my forehead. She told me, “I got to go; it’s a couple of minutes past eight. I love you, good night.” I smiled and replied, “Love you too, night.” She smiled and walked out of the room.

I took a deep breath in, and gazed out the window. I saw all of the street lights below, and all of the buildings standing high in the sky. A nurse came into the room, and asked, “Carissa Poll?” I nodded.

She smiled and replied, “You will be let out of here tomorrow at 1:30-ish.” I smiled and answered, “Sounds great, thank you.” She choked, “No problem.” Then she walked out of the room.

I was thinking about Tyler…

ON WHAT A JERK HE WAS BEING! *groan* I just want to kill him! Sometimes, he’s so romantic and just plain sexy… other times I want to take a machete and stab his skinny, but very sexy heart! It was later in the night, and I got really tired.

I yawned, and closed my eyes. I thought about Tyler, and our stupid, pointless fight, and thought about apologizing tomorrow. I feel kind of bad, because if I had a secret that I wanted no one to know, I would feel pressured when someone constantly asked about it.

Anyway, I fell asleep, and had a dream about Tyler and I. We got married, had 4 children, and then lived happily ever after, and died together in a car crash when we were 96.

It was morning, and I woke up to see a tray of eggs, orange juice, and a side of strawberries in front of me. I hated strawberries, but I was so hungry that I just devoured them. I ate everything else, and some black nurse came and took it.

She was a pure bitch. She muttered, “Wow, your mom must not feed you good enough because you ate all of it.” I scowled at her and replied, “First of all, that doesn’t even make sense, and second of all, my mom feeds me just fine. It looks like your mom over fed you since your some fat ass woman.”

She glanced at me and got embarrassed about her weight. She answered, sheepishly, “Whatever, do you need anything else?” I shook my head. She shrugged and walked out of the room. I yelled out loud, “THERE’S NO NEED TO SHRUG!”

All of a sudden, I got the urge to pee. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. I pressed the big, red button, and choked out, “Can I have someone help me get up?” The same Polish accent nurse replied, “Yes you may.” I smiled and said a quick, “Thanks.” Then I pressed the big red button again.

After a couple of minutes in agony, I looked to my left because I heard someone walk in. I expected it to be that bitch again, but no. It was worse. It was Tyler. My mouth dropped. I said out loud, “Tyler, what the fuck are you doing here?!” He glared at me, and replied, “I work here.”

I closed my mouth, but I was still in shock. I replied, “Um, I actually wanted a woman’s help, to the bathroom and off the toilet.” He smiled sheepishly, and muttered, “Don’t worry, I won’t stare.” I groaned and extended my arm. I looked at the floor, waiting for him to grab it and help me up. He didn’t do anything, and I yelled, “Help me up!”

He grabbed my arm. His arm was ice cold. I got the shivers, and asked, “Why are you so cold?” He bit his lip, and regurgitated, “Long story.” I groaned and replied, “You know, I hate when you say that. Just tell me! I’m listening…” He groaned and said out loud, getting annoyed, “Oh my God! Didn’t you want help to the bathroom… or to chat?” I scowled and stood up.

I felt shooting pain in my leg. I moaned, and fell over. He caught me before I hit the ground. He was on top of me, and we stared into each other’s eyes. I smiled and said a quick, “Thanks.” He smirked and replied under his beautiful breath, “No problem.” He helped me back up and we walked slowly to the washroom.

He sat me down, and I told him not to look. I lifted up my gown, and went to the washroom. I wiped, and pulled my gown back down. I flushed the toilet, and told him, you can look now. He was already looking. I wiped a grossed out expression on my face and yelled, “What the fuck! Were you looking at me the whole time you fucking pedophile?!”

He came closer and I put my arm up for protection. He replied, “I can’t help myself. You’re just so beautiful.” I screamed out loud, “Yuck! You’re a pedophile! Get out of here! Wait… did you see my… you know what?”

He smiled. I almost barfed. This dude saw my body! I muttered out loud, “Yuck! Get out of here! You’re a pedophile!” He laughed and replied, “I’m just joking… but then I would be lying.” I tried getting up myself, but failed miserably.

I saw the floor centimeters away from my face, when Tyler caught my fall. This time I was hovering over him. I smiled and replied, “Thanks… again,” forgetting the fact that he just saw my private parts. He smiled and whispered, in a low voice, “No problem.”

I brought myself closer to him; we were face-to-face. I felt his heavy breathing on me. He stared into my eyes, while I did the same back. We both kept on leaning and leaning in closer, when we were so close that even if we moved a hair, we would kiss.

:O Tyler works at the hospital?! What do you think will happen next? 

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xoxo redhearts111