Mike stared at her blankly for a moment before speaking again. "Okay, you've clearly been drugged. Tell me what he gave you! Blue pills? Red pills? It wasn't a shot, was it? You wouldn't do that, right? Did you drink anything he gave you?" he asked frantically.
"I didn't take anything, I'm not that stupid. And him who?"
"Uh the guy you left with, you know, when you ditched me…"
Amy couldn't remember any guy and she was trying, trying so hard it made it her head hurt, but she was still coming up completely blank.
"What did he look like?" she finally asked.
"I don't know, I'm a guy. I don't pay attention to other dudes."
Amy stared him down, he may not pay attention to other guy's looks, but she knew he would notice things about any guy she even talked to, let alone left a party with.
"Okay, fine," he answered reluctantly. "He didn't seem like your type at all. Kind of goth and scary looking, wearing all black, long dark hair all slicked back. He looked pretty gross and shady to be honest. He seemed older too, at least in his 30's. Never knew you were into older guys, Ames."
She ignored the jab and went on with the questions. "So you saw me leave with some creepy guy, which you know is not something I would do, and you just now came to look for me?"
"Well…there were these two girls -"
"Oh well, say no more then," Amy snapped, cutting him off. "That explains everything," she huffed and crossed her arms tightly across her body.
"No, it wasn't like that…well not entirely like that. I mean they were hot and all, but as soon as you left I knew I should look for you and I wanted to, but…I couldn't. When they assured me you would be fine I believed them and it just made it impossible for me to leave, like physically impossible for me to get up and walk away."
"Sure Mikey, I hope you had a good time," she continued to pout, obviously hurt by her friend's uncharacteristic disregard for her well being.
"If I did I don't remember it. I know I was drugged, I had to be. I woke up on the couch at that party and I couldn't even move…at all. It was really freaky, Ames. I was awake and aware, but I had no feeling in my body. I just had to lay there for like an hour until it wore off and I could get up."
Amy cautiously took Mike's hand and squeezed it tightly in her own. Her cold skin chilled him to the bone, but he didn't dare let go. Something very weird was going on and they had no idea what, but at least they had each other. Just as they always had.
Mike thought back to the day he met Amy…
It was the first day of the sixth grade. Mike had just moved from Kansas to New York and was suffering major culture shock. All of the other kids seem to experience it as soon as they saw him as well.
Even then he dressed a little out of the ordinary, for middle American anyways. He had been hoping his unique look would help him fit in in the big city, but his bright clothes and piercings just made him stand out even more than the average new kid.
He sat at a lunch table all alone that day and that's where he first saw Amy. She sat a table full of loud, giggly girls. She was one of them, but entirely different at the same time. She seemed bored, like her attention was elsewhere. She looked up and Mike's eyes met her's. He blushed and quickly ducked his head.
She got up and marched right over to his table. Mike was expecting her to lash out and rip into him for staring, call him a pig or something. Instead she plopped down directly across from him and introduced herself.
"Hey new kid, I'm Amy," she stated cheerfully.
"I- I'm M-Mike," he stuttered nervously.
"You looked like you could use some company, Mikey"
And the rest was history. From that day on they had been inseparable, facing all the perils of being a teen head on together and now was no different.
Mike shook his head back and forth, bringing him back to the present. Amy still sat, perfectly still, in front of him.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Just trying to remember."
"Any luck yet?"
"I'm starting to get bits and pieces, but it's all so fuzzy that I can't really put it all together."
"Keep working on it," he encouraged. "In the meantime maybe we should get out of here."
"Um I don't know if that's such a good idea…"
"What? Why not?" Mike asked, seemingly forgetting previous conversation.
"Ugh," Amy sighed. "I know you've sat through countless horror movies with me. You know vampires plus sunlight equals vampire dust!"
"You're really serious about this vampire thing? You said yourself movies…and this isn't a movie, Ames."
"I know, I know, but look at me, Mikey! My skin is hard and like ice, I'm pale…okay, paler than before, and I'm practically perfect."
"You always have been," he muttered under his breath.
Amy simply rolled her eyes and ignored his comment. "What about this?" she asked as she smiled widely at him, revealing her newly acquired fangs.
"Well those are certainly new," he said without faltering, not even a little hint of fear, "but if you're a vampire then why aren't you…drinking me?"
"I don't know. I don't know how that works and I seem to have misplaced my How To Be a Vampire handbook. Maybe I'm just not thirsty," she shrugged. "Look, I know it sounds totally insane, but all signs are pointing to vampire…and that means I will eventually need to…drink. You can't be around me when that time comes, Mikey."
"Well I'm not going anywhere without you either," he said with determination.
Amy jumped to her feet, faster than Mike had ever seen her move before. Her small body suddenly seemed larger than life as she hovered over him.
"God damn it, Mikey, do you always have to be so fucking self-destructive?" she fumed, her hands balled into tight fists at her side.
Mike stood too now, although not nearly as fast, and took Amy's icy wrists into in his hands, holding them tightly. The contrast in temperatures sent a jolt through her body and she tried to pull away, but Mike wouldn't allow it.
"I already told you I'm not leaving you here, Ames," he said, looking right into her eyes. "Nothing changes that."
"God, you're so stupid," she laughed as she fell into his chest and locked her arms around his waist.
"You must bring it out in me," he teased, hugging her tightly to him.
The difference in their body temperature was sending shock waves through Mike too, the chill of Amy's skin seeping right through their clothes and into him. Only he didn't mind, it actually felt kind of…pleasant. He relished in the moment for as long as he could without seeming like a creep, then he held Amy's shoulder as he gently pushed her back just enough to look into her eyes.
"So it looks like we're stuck here until sundown, we might as well go look around. This place is freaking huge!"
"You're sure there's no one else here?" Amy asked timidly.
"If there was I think they would have heard us by now anyway."
"True, let's go," she grabbed his hand and heard for the door.
A/N: A lot of conversation and not much action in this chapter *shrugs* This is my first time writting in thrid person so it's a bit more challenging.