College experience

Chapter 9

Finally! Another update. I'm now going to do this thing where I will put the song Andrew sings above and skip the lyrics entirely. Because I'm complete shit at writing lyric scenes! Enjoy the chapter!!!!

Finally Friday.
           Andrew left earlier carrying a big ass bat guitar, saying he was heading to the same club as last week.
           Hmm, maybe I'll go.
           I grab my phone, fully intended on calling the gang up to see the vampire perform. I send out a mass text to everyone saying
           B-going to Reapers Core! Who's in?
           Z-sure!
           A-you just want to watch Andrew strut around on stage.
           (I blushed a bit on that)
           D-I'm so in!
           BN-sure why not!
          I snap the phone shut, assuming that I would just meet them there. We do have a designated area we sit in and Eric doesn't care much anyway.
          I can't believe him and I are still friends. I mean, we had a 'thing' I guess you could say. But that was ages ago. I wonder what he thinks of it all? Oh well, that's all in the past.
          I look at the clock. 3:00 p.m.
          I sigh. It's still to early, and Andrew went over to Hannah's dorm a little over half an hour ago. I sigh again. My dad is going to flip when I got to Thanksgiving. I don't understand what's happening to me. I would never have given any other vampire a glass of BLOOD! For gods sake, I'm a fucking werewolf. Archenemy of the vampire race, but I did that. Then I made him breakfast. I still remember waking up in the chair and seeing his peaceful expression.
    
          Flashback:
          God damn, my fucking back hurts. I open my eyes to a white ceiling and sit up slowly, finally taking notice of the fact that I fell asleep in the recliner watching the new Ghostbusters. I also remember something else.
            A scream.
            Whimpering.
            I was startled for a moment, wonder if I should check out the sound. Making up my mind, I go to get up but quickly settle back into the chair when Andrew walks into the kitchen. I sniff, not liking the smell in the air. Salty.
            Tears.
             I fight the urge to whimper and comfort him when he walks in, tear tracks being illuminated by the TV. Instead, I act like he's not even here. I hear a chuckle, followed by the fridge opening and closing, and the rustling of the couch.
             Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him settle into the couch, seaming to feel a little better. He reaches for the popcorn sitting in my lap, and I Len it slightly in his direction.
              I hear a snort from him, but I'm not really paying attention anymore. Instead I'm snuggling into the couch more, trying to find some sleep.
              That leads us to now. I have a giant crick in my neck, and I feel like a perv because I'm watching the vampire sleep. I reach out, only trying to lightly touch his cheek. But before I can, he shifts and I pull my hand back, afraid he would wake up. Before I can try again, my stomach makes its self known, and grumbles. I laugh lightly at the bodily function, but get up nonetheless.
               Hmm.
               I tap my chin lightly with my index finger.
              Pancakes sound good, but what to go with them? I shrug, and just start throwing, well you get what I mean, ingredients and food that you would consider 'breakfast food' out onto the counter. By the time I get done, Andrew is up and sitting at the table, yawning.
              He looks like a kitten.
              I set the plate in front of him, and he digs right in, thanking me the whole thin and even looking surprised at the crimson liquid I set in front of him.
  
              Flashback end:
     
              I smile at the memory. I look at the clock again.
              4:00 p.m.
               I get up, determined to find something to watch on my wall of anime. Finally finding one, I pop it into the player. The words, "Free, Eternal Summer" show up and I hit the 'play' button, excited to hear J Michael Tatum's voice for a while.
            ----------readmeyoustupidbaka!!!!!--------
               I'm walking up to the entrance, knowing everyone is already inside.
               I look around, soon spotting Abram's silvery white hair at a large round booth, and I make my way over.
               "Sup guys?" I ask.
               "Going to get drunk off our asses." Matt states nonchalantly, like he's stating the weather. Ryann scoffed and smacked him upside the head. He whimpers in pain, holding the spot where she hit.
              "I'm here to hear Andrew sing." Zar says and Rebecca nods. "Me too. You guys seem to like the kid."
              "Alright!" We hear the DJ start. "You guys liked him last week so here he his! Give it up for Generation A!" Clapping went through the club, but I'm only paying attention to Andrew as he walks out on stage carrying a big ass guitar.
              I hear some girls scream, and the white dance floor is covered in hormonal college kids, boy and girl. I tsk in disgust. Suddenly, he started playing.
              Oh My God, I love this song.

     ----------------ihateyouyouhatemeletsgoutandkillbarney!---------

              Everyone in cheering when he gets off the stage after his shift. I'm clapping, my table is clapping, girls are screaming. It's chaos.
              I say bye to everyone and head back to the dorm, knowing Andrew is probably there already since I talked with my peeps for a while after his set.
              I check the knob to find it unlocked. I walk in slowly, being as quiet as possible. I hear light snores coming from Andrew's room and relax. Making it to my room, I then shed my clothes, and settle into bed in my boxers. I plan on just sleep tomorrow.
              After all, Saturday is for relaxation.