You wake up the next morning, and of course, he's gone. This morning, however, you try to go about your day in a regular fashion. You brush your teeth in the shower and get ready, hitting the basics before heading out, but something feels extremely off kilter. And you look like a withered vampire this morning, skin bloodless and clothes all black and it feels fitting. You float your way through school, staying after to complete the last bits of work you know you're not going to do back home. And just like that, the school day ends and you're on your way to your car, baggy hood pulled over your head and hands shivering in your pockets. And you cannot stop thinking abotu that little link you had last night, it was just too unnerving.
"Daarliiing!" calls a familiar voice, but you ignore it, continuing to the parking lot.
You stand confused at the entrence, looking for your car.
"I know I parked here... what the fuck?!"
Just as you were about to throw a fit thinking someone stole your ride, you jump as someone behind you beeps obnoxiously behind you, "GET IN! WE HAVE PLACES TO SEE!"
You turn around to a blonde haired mad man, twisting the knobs on your radio and blasting classical music as if it's Michael Jackson. You look back and forth in embarrassment before stomping to the passenger's seat, punching Voltiaere in the arm three good times before buckling your seatbelt.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" He purrs with laughter, pulling off to the main road with a defensive hand blocking your fist.
"Do you even know how to drive bruh?!?" You ask when he nearly blunders a curb, your hand instinctively gripping the hanging handle like a mom teaching her teenage son how to drive.
"Nope, but I practiced while you were in class! It's really not that difficult-"
Voltiaere jolts the wheel to the right and makes a neck-snapping left turn with the blinkers very much off, then continues as if five different cars did not almost smush the two of you into human meatballs. Voltiaere smirks at you, as you hold your hand over your heart.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!!?" You holler, your soul re-entering your body.
"Relax, Darling! I told you I practiced correct?"
You bring your hands to the deepest point of your temples and pull your thumb and middle to the center, "I swear to the skies... you're gonna kill us."
When your feet finally touch the ground again, you feel the urge to fold over and kiss the concrete sidewalk as the sight of your complex brings peace to your soul.
"Never pick me up from school ever again in your damn life." you scold, feeling the eye bags under your hot gaze bruising with stress.
You lead him to your room and quickly unlock the doors, darting to the sink to wash your hands, then dashing to your bed. You flop on the pluffy mattress, remembering that you still needed to wash the sheets from the night before... ew.
"Pardon," you already know here this is going, "but I think we should talk about... last night." he begins, back facing you and hands fiddling with some trinket on your dresser. I told him to not touch anything, and look at him, you drone in your head. Little does he know, you can see him in the mirror with peached cheeks and an extremely docile simper growing on his face.
You stand up and tear the sheets and blankets off the bed as the silence grows, mind loaded, mouth and face emptied, "Go on." You're drained, but you know this conversation has to happen.
"I have been thinking and I do like you some, but we moved too fast." he begins, "I want to do this the correct way, although our paths crossed in very strange ways. I must've been sent here for a reason, and if that reason is you then I might remain... if that is what you also desire."
