Bad Boys

The Tiresome Necessities of Being Me

"Are you a vampire?" I asked him, lightly touching his extremely muscular arm. A quick smirk - almost humorous you could say - flashed across his face before he turned more serious. Maybe he was laughing at how incredibly quick I was at finding out his little secret. I mean, he was a vampire. He probably had to come out as a vampire a lot of times over the centuries.

"Yes," he muttered, staring into the distance. I sensed a chuckle in his voice, he must be in awe of my quick wits. I don't often use them with boys because that's the opposite of what they like, but when I do they do seem to impress. He must have explained his vampiric tendencies to many dumb damsels, but not to me. This just goes to show again how I'm not like other girls.

"So," I said as I traced my thumb around his back. "Do you want to go swimming?" I asked.

"And destroy my hair?" he replied. "Of course not," he said, smiling.

How more dreamy could this man get? Tall, handsome and brooding and so relatable. He was like the perfect boyfriend and YouTuber wrapped into one entity. And yes, I do know what the word 'entity' means and do use it in normal conversation. Use a dictionary, idiots. Lol.

"So, we sunbathe?"

"That's too risky, Lizzie-Beth. We don't know what skin tone will end up like, plus as a vampire, I burn differently. We should just take photos," he said.

Ok, he was so magnificently amazing I thought I might faint. And wanting to take photos? How committed he was. I wonder what kind. I could take any type of photo for him, if only he'd ask.

"May I ask what type of photos? Do I need to perhaps...change my clothes?"I said winking.

He looked confused. "Why would you need to do that?"

I laughed. Marcus could act so innocent. It was endearing, honestly. "Oh, you know what I mean."

Blood rushed to his cheeks as he came to the realisation of what I was sayin'. "Uhm, I don't really think that's necessary." Suddenly, his phone rang mysteriously. Marcus' face lit up when he saw the caller ID.

"Tina?" He answered the phone.

My mind immediately went into jealous female mode because apparently that's what happens when a girl hears another girl's name spoken by a male. I wondered if it was the Tina that went to my school. It didn't matter, she was still a threat. I could tell, just by the fact that she called Marcus, that she was an EVIL SLUT trying to steal my boyfriend and such a gross name. Tina? Sounds like a pink dinosaur on a little kids show.

"Oh ok," Marcus said in that oh-so-sexy voice. "I'll be right there." He hung up and turned to face me. "I'm so sorry," he said, looking as sad as everyone does when they have to depart from my presence. "It's a vampire thing, it wouldn't be safe for you to come."

Aww, it's so sweet that he cared about my wellbeing. It was very rare for guys to do that, especially in this strange world of wattpad. But I knew what I was going to do. Despite the statistical probability that everything that was about to happen had already happened in Twilight, I was to find out what was happening, though not tonight.

I had to go to a family dinner that I have forgotten to mention until now because spontaneous plot changes are amazing with a capital Z. Yes, Z, a's don't deserve to be capitalised. They're so basic and I strive to be proud of my differences.

A family dinner, although I never ate any of the food that cost my parents 100s and the cook work tirelessly on, brought us together. And, sometimes, a part. After newly falling in love, I didn't know if my heart could take talking to my parents for the first time in... hmmm, I honestly don't know when the last time I talked to them was. A week maybe? A proper conversation must have been a year ago though. I'm extremely independent.

I went upstairs, changing out of my conservative and confining swimsuit. Finally I was one with nature. I went into my boyfriend closet, grabbing a large Gucci shirt that I tied around my extremely tiny waist with a snake skin belt.

I lay on my bed. Ida had changed it to have lavender sheets that I had specially imported from Belgium. I lay on it, resting my head on the fluffy pillows as I listened to calming music of the iconic and brilliant human being, Micheal Jackson. Unlike most girls, I didn't listen to Justin Bieber, and I still stayed loyal to my MJ even after that little documentary. What can I say, I'm not like most girls, I'm a thriller.

I had about two hours left of doing nothing and wasting my life, as I had a need to be fashionably late. For some reason some people, aka my parents, in this world used to take my presence for granted, but now they've learnt that if they want to see the goddess, they must have patience. I looked up at my chandelier, pondering what to do. And then a thought burst into my skull.

"Do your media's girlfriend," my inner Queen spoke to me.

Yes, that was a fabulous idea. I opened up Instagram. Humble little me had only spent about 3 hours a day on it and only have 5 million followers. I should make an update, I thought. I grabbed my Rolex and Cartier bracelets, drooping them off my wrists. Laying my hand gracefully on my face took a random selfie 1000 times over and chose the best one, sending it to a company that will make sure that I look my best.

I then went to add a story, deciding what kind of message to put up. Hmmm... I pulled my clothes off (no, of course I wouldn't do that, you dirty minded creep) putting on my most expensive bikini and putting my hair up in a messy bun. I then took a selfie and put it on my story. Well, I wouldn't be able to wear that ever again. I put my phone down, I needed to get changed in preparation for the family dinner.

I went into my wardrobe, calling in Ida to help hold everything I need. She waddled into the room, abruptly chirping a little, "Yes miss," before standing silently behind my elegant self. I turned around, making sure she was clean enough to handle my dresses. After a close inspection, which she almost smiled through strangely, I decided that she was able to look after my things.

I opened up the jewellery cabinet, it was huge but only kept a small portion of my diamonds, the rest where kept in a high security warehouse. I found a medium sized necklace, it would hang just off my sharp collarbone that probably cost my daddy about $10000. Might as well remind him how much I'm worth I said, allowing Ida to place around my neck.

I then went into the section containing my special ball gowns. Daddy had said after dinner, he had invited cousins and family and probably others for a small ball. It would begin at 10 pm and currently it was 8:30. Oh, how fun this will be.

I looked across all my gowns, one had belonged to Princess Diana, of course she never wore but picked it out for herself. My father had won it at an auction, you see he was friends with the seller, and got it for the very, very cheap price of 400 grand and his silver Mercedes (Apparently the seller had a 16 year old daughter who was looking for car. Poor girl, getting a used and cheap one). I wouldn't wear it today though, it was much too old fashioned. I would only wear it to a themed ball.

Then something caught my eye. An off-the-shoulder, royal blue tulle dress. Oh, perfect! Simple but oh so elegant and just a bit sexy. Exactly what I need for a ball full of rich middle aged men.

"Ida," I said, pointing at the dress.

"Yes love," she replied in her English accent.

"Fetch me that dress won't you," I said as I slipped out of my clothes. You see, as what would occur in the times of old, I had my maid dress me. It was only etiquette. It was shoulder-less I would have to go bra-less.

"Oh, and get me my blue corset," I ordered Ida as she came wandering back to me.

She grabbed it quickly and placed it around me, sewing it up so tightly that one might have been able to fit a fatty's ring around it. She then draped the dress over me as she quickly pinned in my hair. I had made her get a license it doing hair, and so she was basically an expert.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was, as I always and always expected, perfect.