AUTHORS NOTE: Haha, ever wondered what would've happend if Stevie Rae happened to be there the night Heath and Kayla had planned to bust her out? Prologue right here.
He almost bested Kenny Chesney in everything, including his looks. I, Stevie Rae Johnson, am an average Southern gal trying to get through life as a vampyre and through Nala, Zoey's adorable cat, was how I met him. He changed everything. He changed everything in that my favorite roper jeans I felt could be easily exchanged for his friendship, any day. My jeans were his.
Screw that (excuse my language), I would exchange my Kenny Chesney posters, my authentic leather and suede interior cowboy boots and my purple Oklahoma velvet belt for his friendship. And who knows what I would give for his love? It's a terrifying thought though, mainly because I have so little to give and Heath Luck was worth so much more than my petty belongings and he has never belonged to me and I doubt he ever will because his sweet, Okie grin belongs to my best friend, Zoey Redbird.
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It was a star-filled night, the sort of nights you wouldn't expect from light-polluted states like Oklahoma, but nevertheless, the celestial sequins twinkled incessantly from above and the mewing of a cat echoed into the night. I sat there with Zoey, retiring from the long hours of study for vampyre sociology (although Neferet may be bewitching, she hasn't exactly compelled me to do my homework… I would rather listen to her awesome lectures), to watch her play with her new kitty, dubbed Nala.
My eyes lit up at every delighted grin Zoey gave me. She was really growing to be the sort of best friend I never had. The one that didn't laugh cruelly at my Kenny Chesney obsession or my accent or how I would try to make peace all the time (which I do) and I bet on my hick-hugging ropers that Zoey and the rest of my friends would never do that. I reached to pet Nala's head, but she hissed and bared her sharp fangs at me, like some ferocious wild animal. Zoey laughed while smothering her new 'owner' (vampyres believe that our cats pick us, and not the vampyre) to her chest and murmured words into her soft fur as I looked on jealously. How I'd give to have something to hold and love sometimes.
Then Heath Luck arrived and my heart skipped a beat.
Oh. My. Goodness! He was absolutely perfect. I didn't think for a second he was intoxicated though, so while I stared, mouth ajar at his quarterback (obviously!) figure and dimples, Zoey fretted constantly about his drinking while some leniently clad girl with (much) bigger boobs also stared feverishly at this blonde specimen in the jersey and gorgeousness.
I barely heard Zoey but she muttered for me to take Nala from her and before I knew it, a warm meowing pile of pretty fur was dumped on my lap and I could hardly feel the numbing pain from my arm as her so-called kitten dug her beastly teeth into my arm. I continued to stare while Heath talked to Zoey, taking note of every emphasized word he uttered, every change in pitch of voice from when he slurred and from when he raised his voice in mock anger and the fluctuating positions of which his dimples took place.
He couldn't be the not-boyfriend boyfriend Zoey was talking about. I bet my Chesney Chamber (a rather embarrassing shrine, I admit) on it! At least, I thought he wouldn't be the sort of guy Zoey Redbird would've gone for but boy oh boy, was I wrong…
Authors Note: AHHH, EVI (fangsgoddess13) WOULD BE SO PROUD. So yeah, review and all that jazz. Hope you liked it!