It can't be like that movie Twilight. Twilight is just a fictional book and movie that the whole world just raves about.
I'm seriously not about to believe that my boy friend, Alexi, pronounced: al-ex-eye, is a vampire.
We are sitting on my couch at my house enjoying each other's company when all of a sudden he tells me this random yet quite disturbing statement.
"Baby, I have to tell you something…" He said thinking that he was going to confess his love for me like he always does, so I smiled.
"Yes?"
"I'm a vampire…" He said with a solid expression of seriousness on his face.
"Are you kidding me?" I laughed. But no, Alexi wasn't joking.
I don't want to think that my own boy friend is immature because he is pretending to be like Edward, the dreamy vampire
who has everything a girl would ever want in a guy plus a quench for blood. It can't be possible. Alexi only started acting
weird after him and I went to go see Twilight on the opening weekend. It was very crowded and it seemed like he was nervous and
I couldn't tell why. When the movie was over, people were piling out of the theatre and Alexi ran to the exit, kicking the door, and knocking someone out who was on the other side of the door.
"I wanted to feel powerful, like Charles!" He said. I just stood there hiding my face from humiliation.
"Who's Charles?" I asked him and he looked dumbfounded. What he meant was Carlisle, the adopted father of the Cullens.
Plus, Carlisle wouldn't do that. He would bite the victim, not kick a door into their head and then feast. It would be too easy.
Things got very quiet. Alexi still wasn't looking at me and he looked uncomfortable.
"I just wish you would understand…" He paused. I looked at him with disgust, "You never do understand me with anything I do."
"You told me you are a vampire! How could I understand such immaturity?" I stood up in rage.
"Oh, and trust me, I do understand one thing. That you are so immature and you don't know the difference
between real lives from fictional lives!" He was quiet. "Twilight, vampires, werewolves, they are all fake, not real...
Hence the 'fictional' part of it all." I muttered and he just looked at me.
Alexi just sat there and looked at his feet.
"You know," He started. "I just think we need to take a break and figure out our priorities." I couldn't believe he was the one saying I needed to set my priorities straight.
"It's you, not me!" I yelled. "I'm not the one saying that I was a vampire, a fictional creature!" I sighed.
"Call me when you're ready to become adults." I said. "You're nineteen years old…" I thought and I walked away.
Then, realizing, "This is my house…" I thought and I turned around towards Alexi. His face was redder than a tomato because he was frustrated.
"This is my house, get out…" I said calmly and Alexi swiftly moved towards the door.
He didn't say a word and quietly leaving the premises. There was no door slamming, nothing, Just quietness.
I looked out the window to see no one. He wasn't walking down the sidewalk going home.
I walked to the front door and opened it seeing no one yet again. He was gone.