I opened the door of Janet's house and ran up all the stairs (which is really hard!) and into her room.

"Hey!"

"Hi"

She was still in her bed, and always on the right hand side I noticed.

"So what you want to do today?"

I looked up in a mock thinking expression, truth is I'd already thought about it.

"Movie day!"

She gave me a puzzled look.

"What the hell..."

"You don't know what a movie day is"

"Well yeah, the name says it all but-"

"But what?"

"I've never had one."

"Right I'll go get everything I can find in the kitchen, you pick a billion movies." I said in a blur and ran out the room. I backtracked about halfway down the first flight of stairs, until I got to the door of her room.

"And the kitchen is...?"

"One of them is down the corridor, 3rd on your left."

"One of them!"

She rolled her eyes, signifying that she couldn't be bothered with this conversation right now.

About five movies later we started watching a romance, a really sickening, cheesy, romance, I loved it.

"My god, how is this film even legal!" Janet sounded like she was in pain.

"What are you talking about! That's what makes it so good! What romances are all about!"

"Well I'm not a big fan of love."

"What!"

"You heard me."

"Yes I HEARD you, but WHY!"

"Well arranged marriage isn't love is it?"

"...I thought those didn't happen anymore..."

"Yeah, but lets just say my family love traditions."

"So you don't really love your husband?"

"I don't even know him! She said, starting to cry.

"oh! Don't cry..."

I was so terrible at comforting, its just really awquart to me, a trait I got from mum when she was human. She eventually stopped herself though, and carried on.

"He's always away, whenever he comes back its practically for and hour or so and then he leaves again!"

"That's...not nice"

"Ha!" she laughed, although it definitly wasn't happy. " Yea that's one way to put it."

After the drama, we watched something else. It was about 11 before I noticed the time.

"Oh shit!"

"What?"

"I'm really sorry, but I better go, I'll see you again, same time tomorrow, promise."

"Wait!" She half yelled as I turned around to go.

"Yeah?"

"Well, can you help me get into my Pjs?"

"Can't you dress yourself?"

"No, my arms infected I think."

"You said you wern't hurt when I ran you over!"

" I didn't know then!"

"Fine" I grumbled.

I helped her get out her clothes (which were the same as the ones she wore the day I ran her over) which was a bitty awequard but it wasn't as bad as if I was a guy... She had a beautiful figure and was somehow really elegant. Then I realised that I was being a bit of a perv. I starting helping her get her top on but somehow it was being difficult, so I ended up practically pressed against her. That was when she kissed me. I was in shock but at the same time in awe. The way her tongue flexed in my mouth, I needed to kiss her back. I needed her so much and I didn't even know why. She started stuggling with my clothes, I used my vampire side to rip them off. She looked confuzed, but still pressed harder. What the hell was happening ? All I knew at that moment was that I needed her.