It was a normal day of walking around the boardwalk with Sam. We were talking about how we liked Santa Carla. We both agreed it smelled like death.
"Sam! Sam!" A deep male voice yelled. Suddenly, a boy with a red bandanna tied around his head grabbed onto Sam's shoulders. Another boy came running over too.
"What? What is it?" Sam asked.
"Vampires." The second boy panted. "A whole bunch of 'em"
"I'm kinda on a date guys, can't it wait?"
"No! They're gonna kill us!" The bandanna boy yelled. People on the boardwalk started to stare.
"Um, (Y/N) This is Alan and Edgar Frog. Skilled vampire hunters." Sam nervously smiled.
"Enough with the introductions! Let's go." Suddenly Edgar pulled Sam along and Alan pulled me.
--- Time skip
They led us to a cave.
"Guys," Sam started.
"Shhh, they're in here, i know it." Alan tossed Sam a wooden stake. "Let's go."
They both ran inside in the blink of an eye.
"I'm really sorry." Sam sighed.
"It's okay." I replied.
"Well, why don't we go kill some vampires?" He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
--time skip
I don't know how I'll explain the stinky blood on my clothes....
