First Date

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                I knew it was a mistake the moment it was over. I mean, I feel better, sure. The anxiety, the jitters, the temptation, all gone. I also don't have to stay awake all night wondering how things would go if I took the plunge, opened myself up and let someone in.

But at the same time, I feel worse. Much, much worse. You know why? Because of my parents. My stupid, restrictive, holier than thou, know it all parents. Now I have to call them up to clean up my mess. But you know what's worse than that, I have to admit they were right. This seriously sucks.  

My whole life has been nothing but a series of no's. "No Kevin, you can't have a pet dog," or, "No Kevin, you can't go to that sleepover." I mean it's been a non-stop barrage of freaking no this and no that's my entire life. No, no, no. All day, every day. I mean come on, would you want to deal with it?

Well this last time was the last straw. They took it too far, and there was no way in hell I was going to put up with it. No dating!? Come on, that's just BS and they knew it. I'm a teenager for crying out loud! I'm in high school! I mean, you get my point right? It's like, a rite of passage or something. Plus, she asked me out! And trust me, that doesn't really happen a lot.

So I broke their stupid rules and snuck out of the house to meet her. It's not that hard really, my parents are old and they sleep a lot. Get up early, stay quiet, avoid that annoyingly squeaky third step on the stairs and bam! Out of the house and into the sweet arms of freedom and love!

And this was it man. Pure, unadulterated, silver-screened Hollywood love. I've seen the movies, I knew it could, and would work out. I'd show them I could handle this; that I was mature enough to make it work. And you know what the best part would be? The look on their stupid, know it all faces when I walked through the door arm in arm with my green-eyed beauty. Both happy, both in love, but most of all, both mature enough to handle the challenges of such a beautiful relationship!

And you know what? The date started off great! I mean sure, I was a little jittery, a little nervous. But who wouldn't be? She was beautiful after all! Bright green eyes, shining black hair, perfect body. Man, I'm telling you it was like heaven on earth, cloud 9. Nothing was going ruin it, not what the other kids at school thought, not what my parents thought, nothing.

Well, OK, fine, I admit it, I was wrong. You happy? I know my parents will be. Probably take away my cell, take away my car, take away whatever semblance of freedom I had in the first place. And best of all, my Dad gets to lay into me with one of his famous lectures on life while Mom sits in the corner with that smug, I told you so look I hate so much. Yay for freaking them.

I really didn't mean for it to go so wrong. I mean, one minute we're talking, having a good time and getting along great. She liked my music, I liked her movies, it was fantastic! Then we started making out and man, it was everything I thought it could be and more! Such a rush, like, seriously! The heavier it got, the more I wanted her. And you know what? The more I wanted her the more she wanted me! It was Awesome! That is, until I kinda accidentally ripped her throat out.

I didn't mean to kill her, really. She was just so freaking fragile! And man, I really did some damage too! Blood went everywhere! More for Mom and Dad to go on about I guess, just my freaking luck...

Well, here I go, the call that will probably get me grounded from now until doomsday, and oh, of course. First freaking ring. Typical.

"Hey Dad, yea I kinda... yea. Will you stop yelling? ... OK, I'm sorry! ... No, really, I'm... seriously? You really want me to say it? OK, fine! Vampires can't date humans! Geesh, you happy?"

See what I mean? They just have to freaking know everything. So. Freaking. Annoying...