As much as I was happy to be home, having an extra eight vampires sitting in my apartment makes the space smaller than it is. I mean I can't toss them out. Vamp daddy had himself several one night stands with a bite and bail. So they were all new and unsure of how to be a vampire, reminds me so much of hunk of perpetually happy hotness.
However, that doesn't stop the fact that my apartment is far too small for a nest of vampires.
Or is it coven?
Nope not getting into that again. Jake and I already discussed and never again.
Also someone is looking out for me and delivered me into salvation with an angel by the name of Laritzia.
Have I mentioned how much I love my boss?
Because I utterly love my boss!
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My apartment was too small.
It was now an inescapable fact. My generous offer to allow Jack's siblings to stay with us had been born out of half parts relief and half parts sympathy but now that all eight of them were inside of my apartment I realized I had a serious issue with space. Especially considering there was a rather large mound of velvet and silk Victorian style clothes sitting in the living room that everyone was eyeing with an apparent urge to set fire.
Not that I blamed them for that. I would have been one of the first people to want to set it on fire. That dress had been cumbersome, uncomfortable, and far too large. It had been hell to get on the bus with it. I was fairly positive we had given the bus driver enough to talk about for the next two months as we had all piled on looking like we had just come from a gothic ball from hell.
With the exception of Jake, who had been wearing board shorts and a t-shirt. Which had made the rest of us look even more out of place. It didn't help that he had pretty much wrapped himself around me making it very apparent that we were all together as a group and he hadn't just walked into a group of gothic inspired ball goers.
"Sammi, we are running out of coconut water." Jake called it from the kitchen and I winced. That was also another problem. Once we had explained to everyone that they could drink coconut water as a blood substitute, they had pretty much drank all of Jake's reserve and I honestly didn't know how to get that stock back up. Not that I blamed them, they had all been skinny and I could tell they hadn't been feeding well or at all.
So I didn't begrudge them for drinking half a lake worth of coconut water, it was probably their first good meal in a long time, but it wasn't easy on the pocket book. They needed to eat too but with the supply running low and room being absolutely minimal to where we were pretty much tripping over one another to move around, my nerves were already frayed.
"I don't know how to help you with that, Jake." I didn't and I didn't even want to think about it at all. That sounded like a problem for future Sam to solve and not present Sam. Present Sam was feeling the urge to nearly rip out her hair trying to wrap her head around the fact there were now nine total vampires sitting in her apartment that was meant for a total of two people.
"It's alright, Sammi. We'll figure it out. Well you will, you are wicked smart like that." At the praise I glanced at him and he gave me a broad grin of pride that had the corners of my mouth tugging up. Even as anxious and panicked about bills and space as I was, his smile made me light up. I was a sap, a total and complete sap and I couldn't even bring up enough strength to care about it. He loved me and for some stupid reason that made everything feel like it would work out in the end.
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