Unrealistic Fanfiction ~ Vampires
~going through minor editing~
Rebecca Woods thinks that love, lust, and romance don't exist. Or, at the very least, they don't keep the same company. So when she literally bumped into a handsome guy in the middle of...
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Why I was stood in front of my mirror at 5:55pm the next day wearing one of my favourite outfits, I didn't know. Why I was letting all of this happen, I also didn't know. All I knew was that at some point this afternoon, after a day of procrastinating and questioning life, I had slipped on a fishnet top, a black crop top with a white print on it, and a pair of black pants with chains hanging down from the belt loops — and my boots, of course. My hands felt clammy, not that it mattered as there wasn't going to be any physical contact anyway. Not if I had a say... which I would. Colby's weird turn —which wasn't so much a turn as a reveal — had me thinking he'd respect my boundaries, aside from what happened yesterday.
It was six pm on the dot when I heard a knock at my front door. My entire body practically crippled in on itself, and I felt like I was going to faint. This was not like me at all. I didn't like it, so I let Colby wait outside my apartment and took some deep breaths, moving up and down on the balls of my feet. Only when I felt that familiar frustration did I dare to leave my bedroom.
I opened the front door and sucked in a breath. Colby stood on the other side in an outfit so simple, it shouldn't have made my knees feel wobbly, but it did. He was just wearing a plain black shirt, cut strangely on the arms with what seemed to be a slit above a pair of black jeans like my own with chains. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would stand out. But utterly Colby, and somehow I knew that. He had a hesitant look on his face. Neither of us knew how we stood after yesterday — after last night.
I decided that I would take the lead, despite my lack of breath. "Hi," I said. I sounded annoyed already, and cleared my throat. "This is going to be difficult."
"It is," he agreed, looking me up and down. "But there's a chance it's worth it, and I'm known to take chances."
I raised a brow. "You are, huh? Is that why you're dressed so plainly?"
He glanced down at himself, then back at me. I rolled my eyes and almost smiled. "I didn't expect much from you anyways. Now, where are we going?" It was a demand.
"To eat."
"Helpful. Where?"
He didn't answer. I tried not to let the anger bubble up in me as I clenched my jaw and breathed a sigh. My phone and keys felt heavy in my hands, weighing them down from being able to punch him in the face. I was grateful.
"Come on," he finally said, stepping back. He was trying not to sound impatient, so I tried not to mention it. I stepped into the hall and pulled my door shut behind me, locking it while Colby waited. Then we started down the hallway in silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, but I also wouldn't call it comfortable. When we reached the outside parking lot for guests, I realised suddenly that we would be riding in a car together. An enclosed space for who knows how long... God help me.
Colby held my door for me. Instead of saying thank you, I spoke the asshole language. "Could have done it myself."
So he responded in the same language — "Shame" — then he pushed the door shut and walked around to the driver side. I crossed one of my legs over the other and settled in my seat, taking a breath of the fresh air before he got in. His smell — definitely some kind of intoxicating cologne — filled the car the second he was in it. I couldn't help myself when I breathed in now, wanting to smell it. I thought he smiled at me but I couldn't be sure because I refused to look at him.
