If you guys want me to put in a specific song then comment what it's called and the artist. I guess it depends on if I like it, so it may not make it, but you can try! I'm always up for new music to add to my never ending library that we humans call brains!
BTW, the last song was Going To Hell by The Pretty Reckless. If you don't know who they are or you know who they are but haven't heard a song of theirs, you should totally give it a try.
Look at that! Free advertising! They should pay me to do this shit.
---------------------Andrew
With Christmas just two weeks away, Andrew was a little more stressed then normal. I mean, you would be to if your werewolf boyfriend was taking you to a werewolf gathering, with, by the way, over 250 werewolves! And to top it all off, Christmas apparently isn't just Jesus's birthday anymore.
Christmas is also Briar's birthday!
Shit.
I'm going to be a horrible boyfriend because I don't know what to get him.
At this point I probably have a really goofy smile on my face as I walk to M. S. I can't help it and it seems to happen when I think about him.
I haven't realized I had reached the door to Myth Studies until it flung open and almost broke my nose. Thanks to my quick reflexes, I managed to move out of the way in time without making it look suspicious with my vampiric speed.
Never hurts to have that handy.
Drew is staring at me when I shake my head to break the trance. I blush slightly and skirt around him and into the class room. I stare in awe at the sight that greets me.
Sparkling snow flakes are suspended from the ceiling, there is a small decorated tree over in the corner with glowing lights all over it. Drew's desk is cluttered with holiday paper and small dolls that represent Christmas. The nutcracker, Santa, and even a cross.
Briar is sitting with his head down when I sit next to him. I nudge him softly, but he doesn't move. I sigh. He can fall asleep so quickly and in the weirdest places.
I blow in his ear and he wakes with a start. I laugh when his hands go up in what looks like a karate stance. When he realizes that it's just me, he glares before smiling and settling down, grabbing my hand under the table at the same time.
I smile at the warmth provided by his body, and I lean in closer. I hear a purring noise and when I look up at Briar, his face is beat red.
"I didn't know you purred. Your like a little kitten. A very large, and dangerous kitten, but a kitten no less." I say. He turns even more red and mumbles a reply that I don't quite catch.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" I ask.
"'M not a kitten." He says a little louder, but only I can hear it. I laugh and just settle back into hugging him and absorbing his body heat.
"Alright class, since tomorrow you start Christmas break, we are going to have an easy day. I have got chocolate and blankets up hear if you want them, and I am going to pop in a movie." Drew announced to the class.
When Drew popped in the movie, everyone was expecting something like Krampus or Silent Night, Bloody Night, but to our surprise, the screen showed the intro to The Nightmare Before Christmas. After seeing the title, I couldn't wait to watch the movie.
Everyone only got one hot chocolate, and I sighed knowing there was nothing to do about it. Fortunately for me, apparently Briar doesn't like hot chocolate, so I got his cup. I quietly squeaked and hugged his neck while he chuckled and patted my back in a comforting way.
The movie in my opinion was great. It has always been one of my favorite movies. At one point I noticed Briar scratching and twitching.
"What's wrong?"
"The werewolf in this movie makes me want to bathe." He says in disgust. I laugh at him.
"How do you think I feel? Those tiny parasols wouldn't keep a vampire from being fried extra crispy." I say. He grins and we go back to the movie.
After classes were done, the night was spent on their couch watching Christmas movies and cuddling up to each other.
"When are we going?" I ask Briar when our movie ends.
"We are heading out on Monday with Zar and Dawson." He answers me before getting up to pee. I sit thinking until he gets back.
"What are you staring at me for?" I hear him ask, but the only answer he gets is me attacking his mouth in a mind-blowing kiss. I feel him kiss back immediately, and I smile into the kiss.
Everything will be fine, I hope.
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College experience
RomanceAndrew isn't your normal 20 year old teenage boy. Unless of course you consider being a direct dissident from the Vampire King Dracula himself. Gifted with the ability to fly, all he wants to do is make music. Ooo, did I mention that he's gay? Briar...