I’ve always been the fun, party, one-night stand type of guy. I’m young, buff, and obviously hot. Of course I’m gonna sow my wild oats and have a good time. But something about Charlie makes me rethink that, for the first time in my life. I want to know him. Why is he so closed off and grumpy? Why did his whiskey brown eyes look so sad? And why was he so unwilling to accept my help?
I push through the crowd of smelly, and sweaty, bodies until I can get out the door. The cool night air hits my skin, and it feels so refreshing after being in the bar. My height is a bonus, because I’m easily able to see over the heads of people outside.
There! I catch sight of Charlie as he ducks down into the back of his Uber.
Is it shitty of me to abandon Tyson at the bar, when we drove together? Uh, doy. But it was also shitty of him to feast on me, so fair is fair.
I’m driving way too fast, and way too furious. Get it? That my favorite movie series. I feel like Dominic Toretto as I fly through the streets, trying to catch up to the Uber.
Today is full of all sorts of new shit. My first pet, my first time dying, first day as a vampire, and now my first time following someone home. Guess my day got kind of progressively darker. No longer am I dumb, hot, Kip. Well, I guess I am still not all that smart. And I’m still hot. But now I’m also on my way to being a vampire. One pro to that? I’ll be even stronger. That’ll be dope as fuck.
The car drops Charlie off outside of a high-rise apartment building. It’s in a pretty nice area, so my little buddy must do pretty well for himself. I wonder what his hobbies are. What does he do for work? I hope he doesn’t have a girlfriend…or boyfriend. That would suck.
Charlie stumbles out of the car, apparently still a little wasted. He scans a key card to get into the building, meaning I can’t just follow him inside. There goes that idea. How am I gonna find out which apartment is his now?
I park across the street from his building, watching the windows of the building for any signs of my buddy.
Second floor. Third window from the…ah damn. I always have to do that thing where you hold up your thumb and pointer in the shape of an ‘L’ to see which hand is right and which hand is left. He’s…third window from the left!
Vampires must have a some type of night vision, because I could see his shadow in the window even before he clicked his lamp on. He must live in a studio apartment, because his bed is near the window, and beyond that I can see a couch, and a kitchen. Studio apartment means no roommates, right? No partners? Female, male or otherwise?
I watch as he strips off his clothes, kicks off his shoes, and falls into bed. He doesn’t even pull out his phone before closing his eyes. What the hell, dude!? He was supposed to text me when he got home, and he’sjust gonna go to sleep instead? Rude. Good thing I sent a text from his phone to mine while I was adding my number.
Kip: u make it home?
I see his screen lighting up with the notification, casting a blue light over Charlie’s features. His dark brown, almost black, hair falls messily over his forehead. His whiskey eyes are closed, his lashes fanning across his pale cheeks. He’s…pretty. Possibly the prettiest person I’ve ever seen. His face looks serene…that is until he opens his eyes to look at the text I sent him.
Emotions flash across his face. Annoyance. Disbelief. And then, I see his cheeks darken, and his lips tip up into a small smile. Interest? Hope?
Charlie bites his plush pink lip, looking down at his phone in concentration while I see the three dots appear, letting me know he’s typing.
Charlie: Yes, safe and sound.
Charlie: Thank you.
Charlie: For, you know. Helping me out.
He’s so cute.
Kip: no biggie, i’d do it any time ;)
Was that too forward? I look up at his window, to see Charlie starting at his phone, with his adorable nose scrunched up and a real smile on his lips. Charlie’s whiskey eyes crinkle at the corners. Oooh, he liked that. There’s more where that came from, little dude, if you’re into it. I can flirt allllll dayyyy longggg. It’s kind of my first language.
Charlie: Pretty sneaky, sending yourself a text to get my number.
Kip: wud u have given it to me if i asked
Charlie’s typing. Erasing. Typing. Pause. Nose scrunch. Typing again.
Charlie: Honestly, no.
Kip: xactly. then u wudda missed out on my txting skills. so sad :(
Charlie: We’ll see about that.
Charlie: I have to sleep now. I drank way too much.
Charlie: Which you know, obviously. Because you were there to help me.
