𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 | ❝You want to eat everyone you see and I don't want to eat at all. Sounds to me like we'd be great friends.❞
In which an anorexic girl believed losing was the only way to win the game. Or, alternatively, Rory Swan's road to re...
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"SO IF YOU'RE A vampire, do you actually drink human blood? 'Cause if we're gonna be friends, we're gonna have to find some kind of middle-ground."
Jasper Hale couldn't help but laugh at the sound of this. "I'm afraid we don't drink human blood, ma'am. You'll have to find something else to write about in your diary," teased Jasper.
Jaw dropped, Lorelai shook her head at his words. "Then, how exactly do you feed? Wait, don't tell me—vampires eat fast food just like the rest of us," joked Lorelai.
"Close," Jasper admitted. "My family and I call ourselves vegetarians. For our kind, hunting animals is like living on tofu. It keeps you strong, but isn't very satisfying. Lucky for the both of us, I can hardly smell your blood because of your smoking addiction. Cancer sticks can kill you, ma'am."
Lorelai rolled her cigarette between her slender fingers, ashes dusting the path behind her. She shrugged, keeping her eyes fixed on the dirt path ahead and not on the man beside her.
Today held a new development, in which Jasper finally seemed comfortable enough to walk next to Lorelai rather than follow her at a distance. She didn't realize how difficult it would be to not look at him, but she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable and scare him back into the shadows. She didn't know why she was so acutely aware of his presence, his lack of breaths, his soundless steps. Probably because this was a new development, right? No other reason.
"You're talking to an anorexic girl whose just been exposed to the world of vampires. Something tells me that these are the last things I'm worried about killing me, sir," mentioned Lorelai. "By the way, why exactly do you call me ma'am so much? It makes me feel old."
Jasper hesitated. "You won't like it."
Lorelai stopped in her tracks, supplying the boy with a skeptical glance. "What? I'm not even that much older than you," argued Lorelai. "...Or is it something else?"
"It's... your name," started Jasper. "Lorelai doesn't suit you."
"Jasper, it's my name."
"I told you you wouldn't be happy."
"Just call me Lor," she said lightly. "That's what my Dad and Bella call me."
Jasper shook his head once more. "What about... Lori?" he suggested. Lorelai made a face, clear dislike for the nickname written on her face. "Or... Rory?"
