My gorgeous blue-eyed girlfriend laughed. “Fair enough. I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t mind adding you to my bed sometime.” Prue smirked, eyeing the handsome man up and down. The look she was giving him made me almost blush.
Landon shook his head and blew her off with an arm wave as we startedtowardour separate rides. “I think your bed’s pretty full, thanks.”
Prue and I climbed into her convertible, and she started out of the parking lot andtowardmy place.
“He likes you. Landon. And he’s a cute one.” She smirked.
“I hadn’t noticed,” I said, staring out the window. I was only half-lying.
“He’s built like a football player. I’m seriously jealous.”
“Of what? We’re not—” I protested.
“But he wants to be.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. It takes two.”
“Or three or four.” Prue laughed and then sighed with a smile. “I would love to make him my fourth.”
“Don’t Kyle, Joshua, and Alex, have a say?” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. She shrugged.
“Only if I want them to. You should try it. I will never be monogamous again.”
I laughed. “I don’t know if that’s my lifestyle. I’m actually quite content with me, myself, and I.” I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers at her.
“You mean you, yourself, and your vibrator.”
We laughed together, and she turned the music up, finishing our ride from work with no more talk about her current and what she assumed were my future relationships.
“Thanks, but my last one ended pretty fucking shitty. Hard pass.”
“We’ll see.” She smiled.
I walked into my apartment building and ran up the stairs when I saw my neighbor, Benji, coming out to say hi.
“Scout, is that you?” He called, but I was already closing my door.
I leaned against it and let out a huff. I needed to bounce, like yesterday.At least to a better apartment.
I dropped my bag next to the door and kicked my shoes off.
I looked around my tiny studio apartment. It was bare, besides a pile of dirty clothes, a few sketch pads, and my very secondhand furniture. The only thing that was new in the entire apartment was my mattress. I finally earned enough money two weeks ago. I didn’t even have a frame. It rested against the wall until I needed to sleep, then I’d set it on the floor in front of the couch. I felt like I was back in the eighties, freshly kicked out on my own and one step above homelessness.
A hot shower warmed my cold vampire skin as the marshmallow-scented body scrub refreshed me and got all the sticky alcohol and fingerprints from guests that were too friendly off of me.
I tossed on a clean shirt and panties and lowered my mattress to the floor. My comforter and pillow sat folded on the couch. Crawling onto the bed, I reached for them and made myself as comfortable as possible.
I realized as I was relaxing my body that I hadn’t even bothered to turn on any lights. For some reason it really bothered me. Was this my life now?
I had spent the last month wallowing.
Wallowing.
Even as an immortal being, I couldn’t keep living like this. This was fucking pathetic.
That next day, I went into Gilmore’s with a smile on my face and my stomach in knots.
“Do you want this?” Prue offered me a giant red pill in the changing room. I glanced at it and refused.
