Tason lived in a rundown trailer about twenty minutes away, he lives by himself and with his Irish Wolfhound named Lestat, named after the devious vampire in Interview with a vampire, an incredibly novel written by Anne Rice, the only woman who made vampires bearable and the way they are supposed to be… not cursed with glittery skin.
When I pulled up I could hear Lestat barking at the window, his cute big head sticking out of the blinds, it wasn’t an angry bark, it was more like “oh my god Raya is here sort of bark, I’ve known this pup since he was 2 months old.
I smiled and knocked on the run down, rusted trailer door. Tason didn’t hesitate before throwing the door open and tackling me.
“Oh my god Tay!” I squealed.
He jumped up and yanked me to my feet. “Hey beautiful,”
Tason was absolutely gorgeous, in his own… pin cushion way, he was tall toned with tan skin, kinda short long blonde hair and these pale blue eyes that any girl could fall in love with. And he was like 20 piercings, his bottom lip holding two rings, his nose once, his left eye brow twice and his ears like four times each ear.
“Nice of you to drop by,” he kissed my cheek, he smelt like cigarette smoke and ramen… he smelt like Tason.
“I was kind of pressured,” I followed him inside.
As soon as I got in Lestat began to sniff me, he backed away and began to growl at me, and I looked at him and stared him down.
Till he sat down and pressed head to my stomach.
I smiled and scratched him behind his ears.
“Like that wasn’t weird,” Tason scratched his head.
I shrugged sitting on the couch. His place was a mess, but it was my second home.
“Are you hungry babe?”
Lestat jumped on my lap and began to lick me.
“AH! Lestat down boy!” I squealed and tried to dodge his massive tongue, this dog could fit my whole head in his mouth.
Did I mention this dog was really heavy, I’m sure he weighed more than I did.
“Lestat!” Tason yelled “down boy,”
Obediently he got off, not without stealing a final lick, getting me right across the mouth.
“Jeez thanks,” I wiped my mouth off as he laid at my feet.
I ran my feet across his back.
“So I ask again, babe, are you hungry?” Tason asked, standing in front of me, hands on his hips. He looked so cute in torn jeans.
“Yeah sure, whatever,” I was actually starving, I think I’ve eaten more today than I have ever eaten in a week, dad told me it could be the animal side. If this animal side, gets me fat I’m going to be really pissed.
I brought my legs up onto his couch and stretched.
“What do you want?” he went into the kitchen, which was a whole five steps away.
“Something edible, which in this dump wouldn’t be anything,” I teased.
Tason looked at me giving me a dull look “ha-ha, you’re so funny,”
