The Worst Summer Ever

15: The Letter

It had been a week since Kaito had been placed in the prison. Nicholae and I were sitting in a library, reading Shakespeare plays.

"Aurora, there is something I need to tell you," Nicholae said.

"What?"

"I love you," Nicholae blurted out.

I blushed, looking back into Hamlet. "You aren't going to say 'I love you' back?" Nicholae asked, looking sad.

"I..." I started, and then a piece of paper fell out of my book, "Oh look, a piece of paper."

"Are you trying to change the subject?" Nicholae asked, grabbing the piece of paper.

"Change the subject?" I questioned, "About what?"

Nicholae sighed. "You sound like you don't like me back," he said, giving me puppy eyes.

"It's not that," I said, "It's just that it is going to take me some time to actually develop feelings super fast. This isn't like some lame ass novel where they fall in love by the 10th chapter."

"I guess I understand," Nicholae said, and he unfolded the piece of paper, "It looks like a letter."

"What does it say?" I asked.

"Nothing," Nicholae quickly said, stuffing the piece of paper in his pocket, "So have you decided whether you are staying here or not? Kaito isn''t there to keep you here anymore."

"I think I'll actually stay here for the rest of the summer. Other than Kaito, you are all actually fun to hang out with. And I know that once I leave, I will probably never come back to the country."

"I've been thinking," Nicholae said, "Since both Daniel and Kaito are gone now, I think I'll come with you to New York City."

"Really?" I asked.

"You're going to need money and a place to stay," Nicholae explained, "And with my vampire skills, I can help you with that."

"Oh, thank you!" I cried, and without even thinking, I kissed Nicholae's cheek. The moment was ruined by the loud growling of my stomach.

"I just realize that we are going to have to cook our own meals now," Nicholae said, "Well at least you are. I don't need to eat."

"Then why do you eat?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nicholae shrugged. "I don't know, it just feels weird not eating."

"I see your point," I said, "Do you sleep in coffins too?"

"We don't have to, but we do it for the fun of it," Nicholae said, "We don't need air to breathe, and as for the sunlight thing, we are sensitive to it, but it won't kill us. We just can't go out for long. That is why Kaito usually sleeps during the day."

"I see," I said, "Well I guess I should go make something for myself then."

"I'll come with you," Nicholae said, and we both walked to the kitchen. To my surprise, it was spotless, and everything was perfectly organized.

"Wow, Kaito actually took care of this place," Nicholae said.

I picked up a jar that was filled with blood. "I don't even want to know where this came from," I said, feeling disgusted. I opened up a drawer, and it was filled to the top with stacks of 100 euro dollar bills.

"Damn," I said, shutting the drawer, "How do you guys even get money if no one works?"

"We compel bankers to give it to us," Nicholae said, his face turning crimson red.

"Wow," was all I could say. I opened the fridge, and it was filled with fruits and veggies of all kinds.

"Um, do you guys have any cook books?" I asked.

"I don't think so," Nicholae said, grabbing a pan and looking at it like it was an alien.

"I don't even know where to begin," I said, feeling stupid. Why didn't I learn to cook when I was younger?

Nicholae and I attempted to make rice and stew since those seemed simpler, but in the end, it turned out to taste even worse than the meals Kaito usually cooked.

"Oh well, at least we tried," Nicholae said, slumping on a chair.

"Yeah," I said, trying to consume a spoonful of rice, and me face scrunched up from the bad taste.

"I have to do something with Bora so I'm going to have to go," Nicholae said standing up.

"Oh. What?"

"Nothing," Nicholae said, mysteriously, "It doesn't matter."

Before I could say anything, Nicholae had left the room. I sighed, throwing the rest of the food in the trash. I decided to eat plain bread since I was starving, and when I sat back on my seat, I noticed a piece of paper on the floor. Nicholae had dropped the letter.