"I'm serious", I snapped. Andy remained in his spot as I marched out of the café. I made the walk down to St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square. Normally there were people doing palm readings and stuff but in the park was Kellin, sipping on a pina colada from one of the bars nearby.
"I love the dead before they're cold" cooed Kellin as I approached him. "They're bluing flesh for me to hold. Cadaver eyes upon me see nothing."
"You know, that's not every grave digger's favourite song", I said sitting on the bench next to him. He smirked at me from behind his sunglasses.
"But it's such a relatable song for you", he grinned. "What's up, kiddo?"
I frowned. "This whole...vampire thing", I muttered. "This thing with Oliver and Andy. It's stupid."
"That's why you don't take sides", he said.
"I'm tired of vampires."
"Oh, Thorne, I know you're not tired of me", he beamed, laying his head on my shoulder.
