Coffee bean smell, dim lights, loud raindrops, thunder, and 60’s music in the background. Many empty tables, it wasn’t a busy night, not by far. Laughter exploding from opposite corners of the shop. Cups and dishes clanking against each other. Shaking my feet under my chair, flipping through pages. Cute boys walking in and out of the doors. Sipping away on my Oreo cookie shake, reading up and down the pages of my book called Vampire Kisses. I saw a boy pull up a chair next to me. I looked over to see an unfamiliar face smile at me. Searching for an answer as to why he sat at my table within his eyes. Trying to focus back on my book. He started talking to me, randomly asking questions, saying things, though I didn’t respond.
Finally he stopped, I thought he had left, I looked up from my book in search for my drink. I looked up and saw his face, blank, yet so amazingly beautiful, flawless. His blue eyes wondering, searching. His face stayed still, lost in thought I assumed. He came back to meet my gaze, still smiling at me. He started talking to me again. I looked at him; about to cut him off, then he started talking about himself. I studied every word he said carefully. Wondering how to comment on his thorough “about him”. Looking at his lips as he pronounced each and every word. Subtly I took over the conversation. Telling him about my travels, and my life story within minutes. Exchanged glances and walked over to Ben and Jerry’s ice cream parlor. He ordered a large cup of chocolate chip cookie dough, (which happens to now be my favorite because of him). As we ate out ice cream in the pouring rain, he resumed to asking questions about myself. Trading off after every other question.
The rain lightened up a little. I didn’t really notice it was raining to begin with. Currently happy in my surrounding. Obsessively smiling after every statement, or question answered or asked. Hoping he’d tell me his name, daydreaming of the possibilities. He seemed rather amused by the face I made as he got up. I thought he was getting up and leaving me. He came back and sat down beside me, I blushed in embarrassment. He chuckled and rested his head against my upper thigh. People around us stared in curiosity or so I thought. Leaning down to whisper something in his ear, he looked up at me in disbelief or amazement, I wasn’t sure. His voice soothing, his voice, like my ice cream was melting away into my blood stream.
As he laid there in silence, I focused on his facial structure. Tracing all the his scars with my hand. Resisting to ask how he got them. Thinking of what else to ask, I didn’t have to. He beat my to it. In a sense I was annoyed and disappointed that I didn’t get to ask first. Brushing off the slight annoyance off like it was air. I felt giddy about the question he had just recently asked me. Trying to keep a straight face, I had to think as if I were playing poker. Keeping a calm state of mind so he couldn’t tell I was hiding my blush. Biting at my lower lip, thinking of how to answer. Questioning myself as to how I would answer this? Such a blunt, straightforward question to ask someone you only met about…five hours ago. Again leaning down to answer his question, a spark lit up in his eyes. Almost like a twinkle, in his gorgeous deep blue eyes, his pale pink lips
curled up at the edges like as if I folded the corners of a books page. Within those next few minutes of silence, his phone rang.
His face turned dark, his eyes lost their spark, and his voice went slick and hoarse. He seemed annoyed, he raised his voice, the words muffled so I couldn’t hear, and he shut his phone. He sat back down, looked up at me and calmed himself, not saying a word to me, took my phone and pressed a couple of buttons as I hovered over his shoulder watching. After he was finished he turned back to me and handed it back. I looked in my phonebook to see if he had placed himself in there. He had, but without a name. I turned back to ask why he left his name out, but he was gone. I turned back the other way, I could feel my face tense, I could feel the sadness and the hurt rising because he left without saying goodbye. I turned again and saw him sitting there next to me smiling. He saw the annoyance in my eye and hugged me. I could hear his heartbeat, going as fast as a racecar. His arms were strong, steady. The blood in his veins was warm, his hands and face were cold, and wet from the rain. I whispered a question into his ear, I asked for his name. He smiled and answered in a steady, smooth voice, “Jamye”. I smiled back, and gave him my name before he could ask himself.
He laid his head back down, and took my book, he read the title aloud, “Vampire Kisses.” He studied the cover and finally spoke. “You know, everyone loves a vampire, and I do believe you would make a ravishing one.” He grinned and pretended to bite my wrist. I flinched as his teeth wrapped around my flesh. It was getting dark, and it was starting to rain, warm droplets fell from the sky ahead. My phone rang at the exact time his did, listening to what the people on the other end had to say, and hung up. We both sighed/ “I have to go” we both said. Staring sadistically at each other. I took his phone from his cold hands and programmed my number, closed it and gave it back without a fight. Took one last deep breath took a step forward and hugged him. I started to walk away, I looked back and he grinned at me as I ran. Ever since that night in October, days away from his birthday, we were friends, best friends. We spoke every day and every night for hours. Saw each other when we had the time. Wishing everyday that went by was like that night. Till one day, on
“ In a world of difference.
Everything is wrong.
Every flaw in this world is so corrupt,
so dramatic, so highly disliked.
Searching for profound beauty, someone
To fondle over the city.
People smighted by thinking of innocence,
and or kindness.
When everyone feels that violated trust.
We’ll know there is no more indifference.”
--Jamye Trister--
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