bloodline :: philkas

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philip

Ethan!!

hey, ur throat okay?

Lmao yeah, Tyler took
me to the hospital for it

oh my GOD i'm so
sorry lukas is like this

it's All Good!! lmao and
get this... i was bit

?

so you know andy??

oh hell no he did NOT

LOL THAT LIL SHIT
DID AND NOW I'M
FEELING WOOZY AS
FUCK

ARE YOU OKAY?? HOW IS
THAT EVEN POSSIBLE

andy's fucked up, watch out
for him lol!

gtg, tyler's makin me drink
tea

aww how domestic and cute

shut ur fuck

;-))

i really hope ethan's okay. he texted me at midnight, saying he wouldn't be able to come in at work tomorrow (today technically?). i feel so bad for ethan, his throat is hurt because of lukas' overprotective self. when i texted lukas this, his response was a shrug emoticon that i always use. i was annoyed enough to go over to lukas' before work.

i knocked at his door, three times like usual, and lukas opened up within seconds.

"oh hey—"

"you need to apologize to ethan!" i exclaimed, my finger poking at lukas' chest.

lukas simply chuckled and pulled me inside, closing the door as he did so. he always did.

"angel face, i don't really need to—"

"um?" i started, "yes, you do. you really need to, he's one of my best friends and you kind of punched him in the throat. he's at home being taken care of though, so i guess it's alright."

"being taken care of? by who?" lukas questioned, swerving around the original reason as to why i came here.

"by his boyfriend, tyler. ethan says they're not together, but you can tell they're so fucking gay," i smiled, but then frowned, "so you really had no reason to be jealous of ethan, dipshit."

"i am not jealous!" lukas defended, "besides, he ran into my fist, wasn't my fault."

"and his fist just so happened to run into your face afterwards? look, the bruise on your cheek got worse," i gently ran my fingers over the injury, noticing lukas visibly wince at the contact.

"listen, you don't need to worry about my face. i'm a vampire anyway, i can heal fast, but ethan has a boyfriend?" lukas asked, looking as if he was faced with the most complex calculus problem in history.

"yes, ethan has a boyfriend!" i sighed, punching lukas' arm, "you would know that if you talked to him instead of fighting him."

"he didn't talk as fast as he could run," lukas shrugged, making me sigh once more.

"just make sure you apologize, okay? to ethan, i'm sure he'll be glad to hear you say sorry," i rubbed my forehead, subconsciously pacing around. i didn't even realize i was doing it.

i felt lukas' hands work their way around my waist as my pacing was abruptly stopped.

"don't worry, philip," lukas softly stated, resting his chin on too of my head momentarily, "i'll go over to his house and apologize, alright? i'll do it today if i'm not lazy enough."

i nodded, "okay, that sounds good, then. text me when you do, alright?"

"yeah, yeah. i will. anyways, since i'm pretty sure you saw this coming, wanna go out for dinner next friday?" lukas asked, a small smile on his face.

hearing that question honestly made me want to smile like a flustered idiot. it was very straightforward with no buildup at all, so maybe that's why i had an unstoppable smile on my face. i looked away for a second before looking back at lukas, trying to contain the smile. why am i so happy? i don't know. i should be very confused. lukas is still my potential murderer. but you only live once, right?

"um, yes! yeah, mhm," i nodded, making lukas chuckle yet again.

i'm going to fucking regret this later. but, nothing's stopping me now!

upon hearing my response, lukas' smile didn't seem to fade as he gently kissed my forehead.

"i'll text you later about it, now go to work," lukas said, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"well, i can't really go to work if you're holding me," i retorted, looking around as lukas began walking out the door.

"i understand that, so i'm helping you walk to your car," lukas stated, walking across the street. did he even lock his door on the way out?

"you know, my legs work perfectly fine," i munbled, looking at lukas and admiring his features.

lukas really was a gorgeous person. i absolutely adored how several strands of hair fell in front of his face, and how he fixed it, sometimes blowing it out of the way and getting frustrated when it would fall right back. the way he smiled when he looked at me made me feel weak. when lukas chuckled, i would melt. the way lukas protectively holds me makes me feel safe, loved, and warm. i craved to be held by lukas again, be snuggled by him. i wanted to be kissed on the forehead again, i wanted to be called beautiful, and i wanted to be loved.

lukas, and only lukas, is able to make me feel this way. but, he also made me feel paranoid.

how many people has he killed? how has he killed them? how truly merciless is lukas? how sadistic is he?

who knows what goes on in his mind? only lukas knows what he's thinking about, which is kinda scary. what if he could read my mind? oh god, he'd be hearing a whole train wreck of thoughts. and he'd be hearing about all my fantasies. i always tended to fantasize about unrealistic situations. yikes.

"were you even listening to me?" lukas harshly asked, throwing me off.

"what?" i asked, blinking a few times, "why so rude?"

lukas' small frown faded as his face softened, before he replied, "ah, sorry, it was out of habit, i'm sorry."

"out of habit?" i questioned further, curious to know more.

"that's a conversation for another time," lukas mumbled, setting me down in front of my car, "i'm going back home and try to find something to snack on. see ya."

i didn't even have a chance to say goodbye as lukas literally disintegrated from the air.

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oh my god i am so sorry for not updating

ik this is short but it's just a filler bc i know u guys were waiting

the next one will b short too but it's v important so yeah!!

also i started skam and i'm on season two and im loving noora and william's relationship like

i also started killing stalking last night and WOAH

hope you guys thought this was okay ?