Close to Midnight | Johnny Depp \\ Michael Jackson ✔

[9] L o v e l y V a m p i r e

we arrived at the shop and buy some foods and snack.

then he walk me back to his car.

"this is still early, i thought you were going to shop at night " i said.

"i dont want us to go home too late. you need some sleep dont u, babe?" he smiled at me.

"anyway, we are going to have a dinner" he smile, kiss the top of my head and start the engine.

"you said you hate the crowd" i said.

"yea right. but i want to spend a night just having a dinner with you" he said

God. i'm feeling on the top of the roof now. like i am living in a dream. a teen novel writer would write something like this. I would.

"here" he said. stopping at one of a fancy restaurant.

romantic,

he open my door before i open it myself. treat me like a princess.

"you like it?" he said, holding my hand.

"yes" i smiled.

"table for two please" he said as the waiter show us the way.

the table inside was full. so we got the place outside. we are the only one there. it's beside the pool, we can look up to the moon. the lights are beautiful.

"good. i hate the crowds" he whisper to me.

then he ordered a bottle of red wine, a medium rare steak, with separate sauce and vegetable, i guess it had a thing to do with garlic.

i ordered chicken salad with goat cheese and lemon dressing, along with olive oil and salt and pepper too.

after a few time in silence,the food is served.

he just staring at me the whole time.

i take my fork and eat my salad.

i hope he had something to say, cause it is really awkward

"you like it?" he said

"yeah" i smiled.

"good. i love this place. they got the best wine" he smile.

yes. the wine is amazing.

"so, what is your job?" he smile.

i'm just giggling. he is the one who ask this. many people assume that i'm still in the college or worse, they thought that i'm still in high school.

"something's funny?" he look at me a bit confused.

"nothing. " i smile.

"i am a writer. and you?" i asked him.

"a painter. yeah. i am an artist. i love painting and sketching" he said.

"so, youre kind of famous?" he asked.

i chuckles

"people know my writing. but not my face" i said.

maybe it explain everything.

"so, youre famous?" i asked him back.

"same as you haha. i sold my painting at a kind of art store. i had a gallery, but it runs by my friends, nicholas. i go to town everyweek. but i never want to open a kind of 'a night show off' you know? i hate the crowd" he giggle.

"i know" i smile.

"what did you write?" he smile.

"anything in my mind. stories" i smile.

"and you?" i said.

"anything in my mind. something interesting" he smile.

"it is funny that i have been through 'so many years' and tried many works but i still love painting" he smile, adding a kind of tone by the sentence 'so many years'

clearly he has lived so many years. maybe hundreds. maybe he already been with hundreds of girl. and maybe i can't even close to a girl in the 1800.

why should i think about it?

"hey" he said, rub my hand with his.

"what are u thinking about?" he smiled.

i turned red looking at him shyly and pulled my hand off him to fix my hair.

"don't worry, i dont have telepathy or 'read-your-mind' talent" he chuckles.

he cupped my face with his hand and take a few strains of my hair behind my ear.

"let's go home, you look tired" he said poke my nose teasingly.

"bill!" he give the waiter a sign.

he paid the bill and walk me to the car

"wear this. it's windy" he said, giving me his jacket.

he close my door and start the engine.

"you can sleep, honey" he smile

"hmm..." i nod and close my eyes.

a sudden realisation come up to my mind.

why couldn't i escape?

no.

why WOULDN'T i ?

i know this thing is dangerous but it feels so right. i never been treated like a princess before. all i got to do is write some stories hoping all of it will become come true.

and it did.

and he is a freakin vampire.

a damn-cute vampire.

a lovely vampire.

maybe i'm in love.

maybe he needs me.

or maybe,

just maybe

i'm the one who NEEDS him.