So we all sat there, the four of us just watching each other- us in disbelief them in some sort of awe/shock.
I couldn't get over the fact that they so utterly believed their own joke- I mean they genuinely believed that they were vampires.
I know that they both turned up out of nowhere, looking like run away models. And out of all the other people in Peckham they randomly come across me and Emily knowing everything about us and then asked us to come and live with them but this has to be a joke.
I was waiting for the film cure to come out and shout something like "busted!" But no that hasn't happened and they certainly didn't look like they were joking.
Well two can play at that game- if they want to have a little fun then who am I to ruin it, I'll go along with their little joke and spoil the fun for them.
Emily was just as dumb struck as I was at first, but she soon got over it and realised after a few shared glances that going along with their game would be a good idea.
I stood up from the table scraping the chair across the tiled flooring- in hope that it would annoy them and walked over to the sink as if I didn't have a care in the world.
I emptied the remaining contents of my glass down the sink suddenly not interested in drinking any more. I turned- after noticing how quiet it had suddenly gone- to find them looking at me. They were waiting for me to give them the answer.
I'd love to know when I became the one who made all the decisions around here.
I couldn't help but snigger "you really want to take us to America?"
The man – who had said his name was Carlisle, I'd never heard of that one before – looked like he was about to say something, but then the woman who claimed to be his wife jumped in and answered before him.
"Yes! We certainly do!" she said all high pitched and happy like she'd just agreed to going on a day trip to the local theme park.
I mean what kind of happy pills were these people on?
"Right" Emily snorted, clearly making her disbelief of this situation clear.
"We really would like you to come with us - stay with us" she corrected herself "It can't be easy for you both to take this in, I understand that but we ask you to at least consider it"
I opened up the cabinet above the kitchen counter, and got down our special biscuit tin. I say special because quite frankly this tin has never seen a biscuit in its entire life. Just mine and Emily's lovely stash of pot.
I jumped up on the counter grabbing the tobacco, the skins and everything else needed to send me on my way to cloud nine.
Carlisle got out of his chair and stood opposite me leaning against the counter. It looked odd- almost forced for him to stand like that. Maybe that's what you get if you're brought up in posh houses, where you have your beloved mother and father always reminding you never to slouch and chew with your mouth closed and other posh things like that.
"You know you really shouldn't be smoking that?" He frowned slightly "Or cigarette's either. It's bad for your health and you're so young."
I narrowed my eyes at him squinting furiously. "What are you a Doctor now?"
"Yes actually, I am."
The smug bastard just owned me! I brought the rollie up to my lips and light it anyway, just to piss him off and to show him that I don't listen to anyone who doesn't say something I don't want to hear.
"They wouldn't even let us into your country anyway, let alone live there" Emily stretched her legs out and relaxed in her chair resting her feet on the one that I'd just got out of.
I took another drag and blew out the smoke right in the direction of Carlisle.
"Yea" I agreed "What with our criminal records and everything!" I thought I would add to the list of reasons why we would be turned away at the border. Emily and I both laughed. I mean we really didn't have cleanest of reputations.
"We'd like it if you came with us straight away" I had to give it to Carlisle he really did look genuine and he really was persistent- choosing to ignore all the things we'd just said. I wonder what the urgency is? Maybe they just don't want to spend a minute longer than they need to in this hell hole.
Turning my attention back to Carlisle I lifted my leg out in front of me and waved my foot at him "I'm not off tag for another two weeks, so unfortunately i won't be able to go anywhere with you" I smiled at him knowing that he wouldn't be able to match that.
"That's ok sweetie" Esme joined in "I'm sure that if we talk with them, they might let you off early. If we explain that we want to adopt you." She smiled and I swear I nearly fell off the counter top and Emily nearly toppled back in her chair.
They wanted to adopt us? Could they really get me off my tag?
"Well… you do that" that's the best I could come up with in my current shocked state.
We showed Carlisle and Esme the door, and waved them off back to wherever they'd come from wishing them luck with their talks with my parole officer because they were really going to need it.
We were told to pack what we needed to take with us, everything we would need sometime in the next 50 years and that they would be back first thing in the morning.
And pack we did! I mean if a joke's worth going along with, it's worth going along with properly right? We packed four suitcases each!
I didn't even know I had that much crap.
We packed all of our shit into our bags, our flat really did look bare now that everything was put away. All of the character it once had was gone and there wasn't a lot of that to start with, so now it looked worse than ever.
