Also, Pam has never said her name to Ava, so Ava doesn't actually know her name though she has attempted at times to find it out.
IvySchool, 10:32 a.m., November 11th, 2005
"Hey, Ava, are you coming to the party?" Ava looked away from Melissa and to her other female friend. She contemplated the thought before agreeing, quickly the small knitted group of friends made a plan on how to have a party without their parents finding out. The plan was easy, Steven's parents were out for the weekend and all the girls would say they were each spending the night at someone else's house while all the guys would just say their spending the night as Steve's place (lying about his parents being out of town of course.)
Everyone handed over at least twenty dollars for Matt to get his older brother to buy the alcohol and with the plan ready and set to go; Ivy pulled out a cigarette and lit it sharing it between herself and Ava while others kept a look out for teachers before they lit up their own cigarette.
Five minutes before the bell for the next period, Steve walked off towards the toilets and Ivy dragged Ava behind some trees far enough away from the group that they wouldn't be heard whispering. "Steve really likes you," the gothic friend told Ava the second that they were out of earshot, "I mean, he really likes you." Ava frowned at Ivy.
"Aren't the two of you still-"
"We're fucking when I'm bored but we're not dating." She lit up another cigarette and inhaled, "truth is that he's a lousy fuck, Matt on the other hand," she smiled before quickly darting her eyes to see what Ava had to say on the matter of her screwing Matthew. "Don't tell Mel." Ava rolled her eyes and nodded at her friend as she stole the cigarette and inhaled.
"My parents found me smoking yesterday, nearly shot me," She joked once handing the smoke back, "I shouldn't have been smoking near the shops but I really needed a hit you know." Ivy nodded and flicked the ash off.
"Hey, Av, do me a favour?" Ivy grabbed her shoulder before Ava could go back to their seats. She quickly pulled it back when Ava saw the bruise that was beneath the short sleeve of her outstretched arm.
"Yeah Iv?" She said, pretending that she didn't see it.
"Bring some of those new meds you have, you know, the ones that make you, like, super happy?" Ava nodded, "Thanks babe." Ivy finished the rest of the cigarette before giving her friend a kiss on the cheek, "I need some happy pills to get me through that party if Mel's going to be there making out with Matt."
The bell went at that instant and the two walked back to pick up their bags and folders. People were walking back to class.
"How's therapy by the way?" Ava still had therapy once a month and though she hated it, she found that her therapist was quite a nice woman even if she was so uptight about being the dominant person in all the sessions.
"It sucks Steve," She replied. He grabbed her around the shoulders and kissed the top of his head like he did every time she said that.
"It'll get better," he told, "I go to my therapist twice a month."
"You still haven't told me what for." He shrugged at her and continued walking to class as Ivy watched and observed a few feet behind.
When Ava split off into a different direction she ran up to him and grabbed his hand with her own, "She likes you, you know, she likes you so much and I really think you should go for it."
"I thought-"
"No." She stopped him, "Seriously Steve, go for it, she's cute, I mean look at her, she's tall, she's starting to get curvy and has long gorgeous hair." She smiled at him, "Besides, think of how cute the two of you will look."
AvaSteve's House, 8:42p.m., November 13th, 2005
Ava spun the empty, cheap wine bottle, all the time, wondering whom the bottle would land on. It turned around the circle of friends and acquaintances roughly eight times before finally it landed on Steven. Ava stood up nervously; she'd never… kissed someone before.
Well that's not true, she pecked Ronald on the lips when she was three, and she'd pecked Ivy on the lips at a party once, but all of those were just a pecks, this was different, this was full on making out in a closet until the group of friends decided to re-open the closet.
She walked into the dark space, butterflies in her stomach causing her to feel nauseous and wronged. She'd didn't feel right, but she couldn't let him know that, couldn't let her friends. She hadn't drank a drop that night, hadn't taken any of her 'happy pills' that Doctor Jones had prescribed her, all she had done was a cigarette and some water she pretended was vodka. Everyone else was too sloshed to realise otherwise.
Now she really wish she had drunk some Vodka.
He slipped in, pressing up against her as they closed the door. "Is this your first time?" He whispered, placing a hand on her waist.
She closed her eyes and willed herself not to faint, pass out, throw-up or anything equally humiliating or worse. "Yeah," she finally said, "what about you?" He laughed and pushed up against her. Of course it wasn't his first time, Ava knew that he'd slept with Ivy, why did she have to sound like such a dork asking that question?
"No, but trust me, I'll be careful with you ok?" She nodded even though he couldn't see her, and soon enough she felt his lips on hers. She didn't know what to do, didn't know how to do it, but she tried to follow what he was doing.
At some point in time she realised that her face was screwed up and that she was too busy trying to copy that she wasn't enjoying it. It was beginning to feel like class and though the idea of a kissing class had sounded fun in her mind, this was annoying and made her feel very inadequate and stupid.
Ava heard a tiny knock and realised that it was time to stop, that Steven wasn't enjoying himself at all. They pulled away at the same time, and the closet was opened. Shyly she stepped out and said that she'd get some more alcohol.
She stepped outside in the backyard, feeling drawn to it, as she held a bottle of beer in one hand. She sat on the large, three seater swing in the backyard and took a swig of the awful tasting stuff. She paused on her second swig and put the bottle back down.
"How long have you been here?" she paused, "Actually, it doesn't matter." Pam sat down next to her and looked at her. "I hate this stuff, I hate getting drunk, and I hate smoking," Ava told her.
"What happened?" She asked as she took the bottle away from her and placed down on the ground.
"You know, I've never made out with someone before? Tonight was my first night really making out with a guy and it was awful, I was too busy trying to think how to do it to actually enjoy it," she frowned sadly. "How old are you by the way?"
"Older then you."
"No, seriously, give me a rough estimate, one hundred, two hundred?" Pam raised an eyebrow at the girl. "I don't know how, but I do know that you're around that age." The vampire continued to look at the girl curiously, "It's like, sometimes things just pop into my head, like I know Ivy's step dad raped her three years ago and she sleeps with other guys because she feels dirty anyway, and at least that way she's in control of the other person."
"Does this happen often?"
"My parents never told me, but I've always known that I was adopted, and I think you're a vampire but I'm not sure, I have a faint memory of seeing you drink some man's blood." Pam looked, though it was almost untellable, surprised. Her eyebrows were raised slightly higher then usual and there was a soft smile to the corner of her lips.
"You were very young."
"It's my earliest memory," she admitted. "Can I see your fangs?" Pam allowed her fangs to slide out. Ava twisted her head to see them in the light that poured from the pulsing party. "Can I touch them?" She had already outstretched her hand, ready to touch them, but the woman grabbed her wrist before she could.
"If you cut your finger," she warned, "Don't expect me not to react." Ava shuddered at her words but kept her hand outstretched. Slowly, Pam released her, and placed her hand back onto the chair as she observed the young girl. Ava touched only one of them, brushing down upon it before she pulled away.
"It's like… porcelain." She smiled shyly, "Well, that was the highlight of my night."
"Sweetheart, you can't expect to be good at kissing when you're so inexperienced." Ava bit her lip at the woman's comment.
"I…" she trailed off sadly, "I don't know, I guess I just… expected to be better?" She tilted her head, her eyes gazing down at the ground before she pulled her knees up to her chest. "I'm probably incredibly insubordinate, unintelligent and juvenile in your eyes right now."
"Let me teach you something cupcake, the trick is to not think, just do what makes you feel good."
"What?"
"Close your eyes." Ava stared at her with wide blue eyes in surprise and confusion, "just do it." Immediately at those bored words, she closed her eyes warily.
A finger slid under her chin and tilted it up slowly. She felt her prescience moving closer to her, and soon she found her own warm breath bouncing off the blonde vampire's and back to her. Velvet lips pressed against hers, and she gasped, not with surprise but by how cool they were against hers. She allowed her lips to press against the other woman's before she opened her eyes.
Pam pulled away and smiled at her. "You're not a bad kisser," she told her, "you're just inexperienced, there's a difference." And then she was gone. Leaving her alone in cold darkness listening to the poundings of the alcoholic party behind her.
