I heart a vampire...i guess love does suck

Okay this story is seriously just to pass the time for when I don’t have any inspiration for black curls (finding colors) so I really don’t think this story will be that much. So this story will not go far. I don’t think I’ll stop this is for fun anyways so I guess I’m gonna get started. This one is dedicated to frakkevin. Sometimes he is a little crazy but he’s still my buddy so I’m going to yell especially for frakkevin because I know how much he loves it. THIS IS TO YOU FRAKKEVIN!!!!!

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Chapter 1: Sam 

After all the things that have happened to me so far I can conclude that love is just a word.

It hasn't shown me anything, but pain and hurt. It hasn't made me run out in the rain to kiss my true love or shown me a real reason to its definition. It's a lie. Well I guess if your relative says it there's a meaning. I'll help you whenever or wherever you need it. I'll always be there for you. But in what we call a "relationship" there isn't such a thing; a hoax. And again I call it a lie. Love is a weak meaningless word. One that (even with family) I don't use. When I speak to my mom I say care, not love because I will not ever become so weak again to let it blind me to reality. Never again, but I can still in my dreams smell that sting of metallic, remember the deep scarlet that will forever be burnt into my mind, and that cracking sound deep in the distance.

Love had ruined my mother and father's life; it wasn't going to hurt me. It's not ever going to get that close.

I walked out into the misty, shivering morning with my black backpack thrown over one shoulder despite all the times I’ve had the lectures on posture. My car (which I didn't care much of the type to remember) had a small sliver of shine on it although it was obvious the sun glowing it's best through the clouds.

My pocket vibrated and I didn't have to look at the screen of my droid to know it was Sam. Samantha had been my friend since kindergarten. She and I had always played on the swings. I really missed those simple times when making a friend was so simple like snapping your fingers.

The screen was cold against my cheek.

"Where are you?!" Sam yelled in that high pitched voice of hers.

"In the car." I lied. "I have to pick you up. Remember?" I added quickly.

"I know what you should be doing." She said in an accusative tone. "But are you really doing it is the question."

"You caught me." I breathed.

"Why do you keep lying to me? Aren't we supposed to be friends? Have you forgotten the ring?" she meant our best friend ring. She used fifty cents to pick it out of a really rusted up machine. They were tie-die and amazingly they both had 'BFF' carved into the surface. We had both said those two words that day.

"I promise." again I breathed the word. It opened up so many of the memories we had, had. And whenever we had problems those are the words that we would say.

"Yep. You remember." she noted. "Now get down here. Were gonna be late."

I scoffed. "Were never late. You know that. Were usually in our seats before Paton and Nate are done making out. Which you also know usually cuts in with class.” They were in what I would call a disaster. A relationship. Paton didn't know that last week Nate was in the library kissing Topaz, a cheerleader particularly the one that Paton dislikes the most out of the entire squad. See, disaster.

"We'll see." she said in that disapproving tone I particularly didn't like. She evened the score I guess there was the lying thing.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"mmm." she waited for me to continue.

I let out a big breath of air. Giving up. "I promise."

"Okay, bye." she laughed.

"Bye." I mumbled.

I clicked end and slipped the phone back in my pocket.

That girl is so stubborn I thought.

And she was. Sometimes she gets on my last nerves, but I gotta love' er. I picked the keys out of my purse and tapped the unlock button I immediately heard clicks surrounding my car. I hopped in the driver's side and heard the familiar thrum of the car beneath me as I started the engine. I'll never know why that feeling is always so satisfying.

My vehicle edged forward as I pushed it out of the drive and out onto the road. From there I just took the memorized turns to Sam's place. Her house is big not as big as mine, but pretty large. It was white and had the cutest little porch. The whole thing that covered it above was painted white underneath there was one of those wooden bench swings, two other outdoors chairs sat beside the swing which were also white the door separated it as with a circular coffee table that stood tall on one leg sat underneath it straight down the middle. Her family loved clean I guess they found white a very clean color.