So this was turning out to be a lot of fun...not. Mike was currently stressing out by himself in his own little world pacing around the room, all the while we were throwing insults at eachother, as you do. Unfortunately, Mike seemed to be getting genuinely upset about this, I don't know whether it was because I was a vampire, or because he thought I wanted to kiss him...when that wasn't what I was planning, or a number of other reasons, but either way, it was something I hadn’t seen before. But I will admit, I liked seeing him actually be serious about something... so yeah, after calling me a 'fucker' which I found to be quite tasteless and because I didn't seem to answer his question 'so unless you want to help me with these fuckin' stupid essays then just...get out' at the speed of fucking light, he turned me around, opened his door, pushed me out of the door and slammed it shut before I could even say “What the fuck!”
I stood outside his door for a minute or two feeling, a little bit shocked, a little bit stunned and maybe a little bit stupid. I let out a sigh and walked over to my room shutting the door behind me. I rummaged through the pile of papers that were on my desk until I found my finished essays. Really, what was I becoming, being so nice to someone without anything in return, but I figured maybe this would help him stop feeling so depressed if he didn't have work to stress about too. Although, considering the kind of mood he was in right now, I wasn't so sure. Either way, I took a chance and went back over to his room, I knocked and he didn't answer, so just walked in. There was no need to be polite at a time like this. Really.
So there he was in a pathetic lump on the floor, paper and a few books around him. How sad. I went to sit right in front of him. “Do you wanna talk” he looked at me, he still had that annoyed look on his face. Or maybe that was his 'crazed-lunatic' face.
“I don't have time to talk, I have to–”
I waved my essays in his face “Now you can talk” I smiled. But he didn't. God he was bringing down the mood. So I sat there, uncomfortably silent for a few long minutes out of, well politeness I guess. I didn't really have much to say, but Mike obviously had a lot on his mind right now. It was actually kind of weird, because in a way, I was worried I might say the wrong thing if I spoke first. Which was weird for me because I wouldn't have cared in any other situation. So in the end, I couldn’t take the silence... I cleared my throat uncomfortably... “So...bloodsucker huh?”
OK, if looks could kill, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be telling this story right now, but Christ almighty if you could only have seen that look he gave me. I mean I felt like I was a kid getting in trouble or something. It was unbelievable. So I did what I would usually do if I said something wrong... keep talking until I got it right.
“You know, I haven’t met another vampire for a long time”
He looked up for a minute “So, you're happy?”
“Mhm” I nodded “Shouldn't you kinda be too, seeing as it was your plan in the first place to change me...oh wait, unless you wanted me to be like, one of those ones that follow their master around, doing what they want and stuff” Ooo, was that an almost smile I just saw? “...plus, I don't make friends with humans...because I don't like secrets”
“So you don't have friends?”
“Not unless you count the people I attack” I shrugged.
“Maybe that explains why you're such a bitch all the time”
“....I've been like this as long as I can remember” I grinned. Must. Hurt. Him. Later.
He stopped writing for a moment and looked like he was thinking, thinking so hard in fact, that I thought the next thing out of his mouth was going to be absolutely amazing... “Why aren’t you being a bitch right now and insulting me for not realising all of this”...wowwww. I was wrong.
“Then I guess we're both idiots, because it turns out I didn't realise either...duh” then he carried on writing. “I didn't know you were so sensitive”
“Well, you are kinda moping right now in a room with the light off” I only speak the truth you know. “So, I'm going to go, and let you finish the essays” I got up and opened his door “They’re due tomorrow, so hurry up, and don't plagiarise!” and then I closed it behind me, but not before yelling “Don’t wake me with your guitar in the morning!”
There wasn't really much I could say to him right now. He had work to do and he had to think on his own, so I decided to be patient, and not show him how happy I actually was.