Throttle The Ignition

15. In Love With All Of These Vampires

“Poison? Poison?” I was wondering around the diner, trying to find Poison. I have to talk to him and tell him how I feel. That I don’t like Ghoul in that way and that I want to make up with him and put the small misunderstanding behind us.

“Where is he?” I muttered to myself, keeping my head low and shuffling along like a mad woman.

I was walking along the corridor when I smacked into somebody and with a loud oooffff landed flat on the hard floor, my bum hitting the ground with gusto. Whoever I had just hit into also fell down, crashing into me with a groan and plastering me to the floor.

“Owww…” I moaned the air knocked out of my lungs, body throbbing endlessly.

“Ah, crap.” Somebody muttered, “Uh, sorry.” I felt whoever had thrown themselves on me scramble up and run a hand through his hair.

“Sorry… uh, Throttle?!” They cried as I instantly recognised the voice. Embarrassed I asked,

“Poison…?” I rubbed my eyes to see the red haired beauty standing in front of me, cheeks as red as his hair.

Still, being the gentleman he is, Poison offered his hand to me and I took it gratefully, my skin tingling as it touched his warm palm. He pulled me up with strong grace and looked into my eyes. His face was cold, but I couldn’t mistake the array of emotions flittering in his eyes: sadness, confusion, anger at himself and Ghoul but most of all, kindness and friendship. And that melted my soul. Instantly I felt myself lean into him and say,

“Poison, I’m so sorry. Please I don’t like Fun Ghoul that way and I don’t want our new friendship to end over such stupid things. Can you forgive me?” I know I must sound completely stupid, but I was begging here! Poison’s a hard man to please, but I want to be his friend again so much. To kill Dracs with him, to eat that mushy dog food with him, to laugh and share jokes and finally be happy. Because I want to stay here with the Killjoys, they make me forget the bad things; they stop me worrying about what Korse said. They help the pain from the loss of my mother subside, and I love them all. These guys I hardly even know have been my heroes for a long time and now finally they’re my friends, I never want to lose them.

“Throttle?”

“Uh… what?” I asked, blinking and returning from my little epic speech inside my head to see a laughing Poison, his eyes twinkling like 1,000 diamonds. (Cliché, I know, but true!)

“I said that I am always your friend, Throttle. Just because we fell out – which, by the way, I’m very sorry about – we’ll always be friends. I was a dick, and I know you can decide your own feelings and if you like Ghoul and Ghoul likes you, well let’s just have and party and you guys can get together-” I cut him of there,

“I don’t like Ghoul!” I cried, throwing my hands up, “Not in that way at least. We’re friends, nothing more.” I was going to tell Poison what Dr Deathdefying had told me about them both liking me, but I decided to stay quiet. Better that way. Dr D may have been wrong. And now embarrassing would that be if I started blabbering on about feelings if Poison doesn’t even like me that way…?

“Oh, okay.” Poison replied quietly, a blush spreading up his cheeks, relief flooding his dark, warm eyes.

“So… we’re friends again…?” I asked, crossing a pair of fingers of luck in my head. Poison grinned,

“We were always friends, Throttle. And we always will be.”