Bad Boys

Oh hello, Marcus

And he responded.

"Hello," he said in his beautiful voice that sounded as sweet as honey but as masculine like timber. Wow, I did not know that I was so good at clear and precise explanations, but then again I'm good at most things.

"Salut," I said back to him, my mouth still stuck on French.

"What?" his voice rang from my third phone. Aww, he sounded so cute when he was confused.

"It's Eliizabethany, your Eliizabethany," I purred back, feeling somehow warmer in my empty room.

"Oh. Shouldn't you be at school?" How could I have caught such a mysterious yet practical man? He questions me about my school? Oh, maybe I'll play the dumb one. That's always so fun.

"Shouldn't you be?" I responded, and before he could reply I said, "I need you, can you please come over to my place."

He replied with a simple, "Yes." I didn't even need to tell him where I lived. He loved me enough to already know. Surprisingly most boys already knew where I lived, I wonder what they talk about amongst themselves. Probably about fighting. Y'know, boys.

Around 2 minutes later I heard a ring from the door way. I got myself ready to get into the elevator when I realised someone knocking on my window. Oh my goodness, he was climbing in through there. How romantic of him.

I slowly and smoothly opened the window with my thin, white and fragile yet extremely athletic arms. I had changed from my conservative school look to a simply periwinkle blue tube top that was about 10 cm long and matching bikini bottoms. Maybe we could go swimming today.

He hopped in, pushing back his amazing blonde hair with his muscular hand. I reached up to touch it and a smile slowly came across his face. I was pleasing him. Hmm I wonder how he got his hair so smooth. As a man, he doesn't use any beauty or cleaning products like us girls do have—obviously to maintain his manliness, and yet this mane was so smooth.

"What do you want to do," he said to me, looking around my room. I almost felt embarrassed, it was so humble and modest.

"Everything. Anything," I replied, dropping my hand as he cupped my cheek in his. I noticed some rainbow glitter in my hand from his hair, but I didn't question. I love a man with a mystery. I'll probably figure them out some time. He looked so hot, both figuratively and literally.

He was wearing skin tight leather pants with knee high pink boots. He wore a white T-shirt that he had sweated through and a leather jacket with silver studs around the collar. Had he run all the way here just for me? Was that why he was so hot? But how did he get here so fast? Maybe he's like the lover of my role model. Maybe he's a vampire...

"Lizzie-Beth (oh my god he had a nickname for me), do you want to go swimming?" he asked me, actually giving me time to consider it and respond instead of just whisking me away like all the other guys. How considerate of him.

I nodded to him submissively. Of course I wanted to swim, I love to swim. I smiled at him shyly.

"Hey, I'll get everything ready. You can get some swimmers out from my boyfriend wardrobe," I told him. Hm, I'll probably have to explain to you what my boyfriend wardrobe. Well, as the extremely stylish person, sometimes it's hard for my partners to live up to that, right? Plus I love shopping, although I am unlike most girls. Anyway, I've got this extra full room which I didn't mention before because it's kind of like a part of my wardrobe. I also love wearing boyfriend clothes.

Anyway, I had tons of togs and speedos in there for him to chose from. I then ran downstairs and got us some fruity drinks. I can't disclose to you if they were alcoholic or not for legal purposes, but let me just say that they were delicious.

I ran down to the pool side. We had a pool which looked as though it was taken straight out of a Hollywood high school party. Actually, we had someone who worked on those sets in America to design it. It also looked like the perfect Pinterest board, with fairy lights, mood lighting and a white macramé hammock.

I sat at the edge of the pool, dropping in my toes and swaying them about as I waited for my knight in shining armour. And when he came, shining he was. Decked out top to bottom in shining silver, he sashayed towards me. I had never seen a boy actually wear one of the full and shining outfits. He was beautiful, and humble in how he covered his six-pack that was almost definitely there. I, speaking as an obviously very modest person, love modesty in my men.

That was when I realised he wasn't wearing a silver outfit. He was simply shining in the light. Oh my goodness, he was a vampire. Yes, despite the fact that vampires (a) don't exist, (b) defy medical possibility and (c) are not something that the ordinary human would be particularly thrilled to find in their house, I knew that Marcus was a vampire. So naturally, his inferred immortality and cannibalistic desires made him even more irresistible.

I, Eliisabethany Toyota-Xara Vegas, was slightly infatuated I mean deeply and irreversibly in love with a vampire. For the record, this was a deep and true passion, drawn purely from my soulful heart and not just teen melodrama. I'm far too mature for that.

"Oh," Marcus said numbly when he saw me staring at his chest. To clear something up, I should explain that I was staring rudely at the mandatory six pack for all my intended love interest, not the sparkling—I wouldn't be that rude. "I can explain," he said awkwardly.