Just Another Vampire Story

What's up with you?

 "When did life get so peachy?" I rolled my eyes.

 Michelle chuckled. "Dude, it's just bad plumbing."

 "Yeah. It's not like your house burned to the ground or anything." Whisper joined. I smiled weak at her. I came by her house last night and told her that my place was flooded so I could spend the night.

 Thank God Rebecca is on one of her leisure trips with her glossy friends.

 Michelle's face was stuck to her phone screen, holding a giddiest expression. Her thumbs were racing themselves along her virtual mini keyboard. I heard Whisper's smothered chuckle at Michelle's sudden upturn of her lips. I smirked. "So I heard you guys are doing very well." Whisper teased.

 ....

 Three seconds passed and Michelle did not respond nor acknowledge that she was actually spoken to. I shook my head. "You're in too deep, my funny friend." She still didn't answer.

 "Did you hear how Rick keeps talking about that Fiona chick?" Whisper narrowed her eyes at the air in front of her.

 Michelle whipped her head towards us. "What? What Fiona chick? She goes to our school?" Her eyes were wide and I... I just couldn't hold it in any longer. I kept giggling and chuckling at her expense. "And why are you laughing?" She dared me.

 "Oh my. How long have you been with him? You just passed the obsessive girlfriend barrier." Whisper shook her head at her. "I made her up." I laughed some more.

 The girlfriend's shoulders relaxed. She blinked a few times before breathing a small oh and looked back at her phone to reply to the small beep. After that, she slowly put her little device on her thigh and looked at us. "If you do that again you'll be beheaded." The intense threat really didn't match her adorable face. I tried my hardest to hold back the snort. "And I'm not obsessed. You guys don't get it. I love him." She rushed and pulled at her own earlobe - something she involuntarily does when she's embarrassed.

 Whisper and I glanced at each other, the both of us trying not to look so awkward as each of us realized that we harbor our own great feeling to people we just met -more or less. We understand, in a very awkward and twisted sort of way. We get it. Michelle noticed. "There's something both of you aren't telling me. What?" She paused. Then her eyebrows raised all of a sudden. "You're in a relationship with him, aren't you?" She accused.

 "Unofficially." The defensive tone was clear in mine and Whisper's voice. I know we looked ridiculously flushed but neither of us could really make fun of it because, right then, we weren't sure who Michelle was asking. Now that I notice, she really doesn't know much about Troy. She looked at Whisper with a smirk.

 "What?" Whisper demanded dryly. She seemed so cool about it but her body gave off that it could fall into a cardiac arrest at any moment now. I felt her scowl at herself for opening her mouth and speaking but, at the same time, she wanted to talk about it. She wanted someon'e opinion - someone's advice about her matter.

 "Do talk about him." Michelle lulled, resting her chin in her palm. In a way, I sensed that she didn't know that him was Troy. She batted her lashes and smirked, waiting. She found Whisper's spotlight amusing.

 "There's nothing to talk about, boo. I just like him." She shrugged. But our interrogator was not buying it. She then sighed with an eye roll and mumbled "Fine." She sat up and gathered her thoughts before her unexpected declaration. "I like him. I like, like him-like him. He's different and mature; something that I never thought I would like in a guy but here I am. He looks at me and I'm out of it." She laughed. " Literally. And sometimes I feel like my mind doesn't belong to just me anymore." She ruffled her fringe in frustration. "Like he's always inside it. He knows my words before I let them out of my mouth and, somehow, I do too." Her eyes were wide like she didn't believe herself.