"I know it's hard to take in but you'll just have to deal."
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As if my family, wasn't messed up enough. My dad's always gone, either fucking some girl or working while my mom is either tweeking, fucking some guy or too busy neglecting everyone unless her ass is on the line.
William looked at me with wide eyes. That's when I realized I was crying. "Oh, uhm, sorry." I wiped my eyes quickly and felt suddenly shy. "Uhm, I have to go."
"No, you don't." William appeared by my side but it wasn't scary and immediate like Vlad. It was slowly, gracefully and kind of sweetly. "You just don't want us to see you cry -- no. . . . to see you vulnerable."
I racked my mind, knowing there had to be something done today. Uhm, uhm, uhm. I had to return library books I'd read!
William gave me a look. "You have to do it but usually you're late and you don't bother. You just thought of it as an advantage."
"Ugh, yeah, but I do need to so if you guys don't mind, I have to get changed. Oh! Another thing I have to do! I need to finish unpacking. Like putting my sheets on my --"
A sudden gust of wind came into the room. After a short moment my whole room was absolutely clean. "The great things you can do with magic."
I sighed and went to my dresser where'd I'd put the books on top of. "Where are my books?"
"At the library."
"The books I wanted back?"
"In your nightstand drawer." I gave him a death glare. You know, now he's not as cute as he was. Bipolar much? "I heard that. And thank you for the compliment but I will assure you, I'm most definitely not bipolar."
"Ugh. . . . Did I say that out loud?" He shook his head. "You're a mindreader then?!"
He nodded, smiling. Ughh . . . remind me not to think around you?
I stayed looking at William. He didn't talk but I felt like something was wanted in my head. I concentrated on it and not long after I heard William's voice.
'That's a bit hard not to think, would you think? Especially if I'm going to be around a while. . . . oooh you think you can do it?'
'No, now just. . . . get out of my head!'
'I'm not in yours. You're in mine.'
'What the -- ?!'
"What was that," I asked, yelling.
Before he could, someone knocked on my door. "Honey, is someone in there with you?"
"Uhm, no."
"Oh, really? So if I come in there in five seconds, I won't find anyone?"
"Uhm. . . . uhm. . . . I --" Omigawsh, omigawsh, what do I do?!
I motioned for them to scat. Vladimir was the last one to start moving and he moved quite slowly. In the background of my heart beating in my earsm I heard my mom say, "three" and then "two". Vladimir was turning slowly around as if looking where to go when there was a window right in front of him. When my mom said, "one" Vladimir was suddenly on top of me on my bed.
"I'm coming in!"
Vlad winked at me and pressed his lips to mine. He looked at me and his pupils got even bigger if that's possible. In my head, I heard a voice saying, "You want to kiss me back and wrap your arms around my neck so you do so."
Suddenly I did it! I did what he mentally told me to. My mom came in and she saw us. Oh wow, the look on her face was terrible. She made herself have a triple chin, and her eyebrows were pulled together so tight, I'm sure her zit in between them pop. Her cheeks puffed up. Same with her nose and lips.
"Luna Victoria! Get that boy off you right now! This instant!"
In my head, I heard Vlad's voice. "Stop kissing me. Once we get up, hold my hand and say I'm your boyfriend of one year."
"Get up," she said wildly. We did so and we stayed holding hands."Who is this boy?!"
"This is my boyfriend, Vladimir. We've been together for a year now."
"Oh? And you love him?"
"Y -- Yes. I do. With all my heart."
"Well, good for you because now you're gonna live with him, okay?"
I was about to start screaming. I couldn't live with him! I barely know the guy! I wanted to throw a tantrum and stomp my feet but I couldn't.
In my head he said, "Good. Let go of my hand now. . . . if you want." I tried but couldn't. It wasn't because he was holding it tight. It wasn't because he said I couldn't. It was because I wanted to hold his hand. And I think he wanted to hold mine.
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