The StreetMature

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 I looked out the window as I heard an engine cut out. Denver and Emrys, my roomies, were hangin’ around somewhere but I hadn’t seen them in a few hours. I tutted and rolled my eyes at the fact that they’re never around when anythang good happens and looked out the window again. Some ancient old car that I didn’t recognise had pulled up into our little street and it dawned on me that we might have some new neighbours.

“Denver, Emrys, get down here” I yelled, hoping they were in the house somewhere.

Let me tell you a little bit about us. I’m Aria, and I’m kinda a vampire. Denver and Emrys are both technically human, but Emrys can’t die and Denver… Well, he’s a cheerful boy. The guy can make poison, see in the night like it’s daytime and he’s pyrokinetic. Pair that up with the fact that his folks disowned him and you get a real happy bunny.

“What is it this time, Ari?” I heard Denver sigh, footsteps echoing down the stairs.

“New neighbours, I think”

“New neighbours? Like for real?”

I nodded as I felt his chin on my shoulder. The two of us watched as two guys got out of the car, heading into the house opposite ours. We’d never really been sure what’d made us move to The Street. Or why it was called ‘The Street’, actually. In fact, we’d never actually understood how the three of us’d met anyhow. See, Denver’s eighteen and Emrys tells us he’s nineteen but we don’t know that for sure.

The three of us’d sort of ended up running into each other and got on like a house on fire, which is a real achievement considering Denver doesn’t really trust people and Emrys is a real ass most of the time. He has his good moments, don’t get me wrong, but he really needs to learn to like folk a little more.

“Two guys,” Denver chuckled, “They’re yours to play with, then”

I hit his arm and frowned. Cheeky fucker. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, mister”

“You know what I mean, Ari” Denver smirked.

I glared at him and he laughed, pulling his black out of the loose ponytail he always kept it in. His hair was a little too short for it to really work but it looked good anyways. You wouldn’t know there was anything different about Denver from looking at him. I mean, aside from the almost luminous green eyes, he looked like your typical teenage boy. Granted he was a little pale but still just a typical teenage boy.

“I’ll have you know I am a lady of fine taste” I said huffily, frowning a little.

“Yeah, of course you are”

“Don’t make me bite you”

“Ooh, I’m scared” he said sarcastically.

“Denver, don’t piss off the vampire” Emrys said coldly from behind us, making the both of us jump.

Denver and Emrys... I know I said the three of us got on like a house on fire but the two of them weren’t exactly what you’d call friends. It’s not that they disliked each other, they just didn’t like each other that much. If that makes any sense.

“What’s going on anyway?” he asked casually.

I never could understand how he managed to be so calm around Denver.

“New neighbours” Denver shrugged, apparently losing interest in the new folks.

“Oh, we should have a street party to welcome them to the neighbourhood! Y’know, like the ones they used to have in England a while back” I said cheerfully, forgetting that I was annoyed with Denver.

“Why? It should be up to them to meet people” Emrys said, not even botherin’ to take a little look-see out the window at the new guys.

“C’mon, Mr. Moody, where’s your community spirit?”

Emrys rolled his eyes, stalking back off to whatever he’d been doing. He’d prolly been in the garden, knowing him. He’s an ass but he sure knows  how to make a garden look nice. I guess maybe he liked plants better’n humans ‘cause they don’t answer back or somethin’.

I looked at Denver. “You’ll help me sort it out, right?”

“You know I can’t cook”

I sighed. “You don’t have to cook. Y’all need to come with me and get the neighbours to agree to it, and then we all bring a little somethin’ to eat and drink and everybody’ll have a good time. Simple”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Denver laughed, “But don’t expect me to be polite”

“I expect you to be more’n polite, mister” I said sternly, dragging him out the front door.

The End

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