Squee. The anon made a reappearance. XD
I hear ya, Anon. I'm fangirling as I write, hehe. Anyway, enjoy this chapter. Yee, thanks for reviewing again Lil, hehe.
{EDIT}I just lost all my data. I wrote this entire chapter. And it had around 700 words, more or less. Oh, and sorry for the wait. Curse you, Perry the- I-I mean, writers' block and depression.
Now I'm gonna alfhay- assay this chapter. Don't enjoy it. Please, for my sake. I'm troubled. Review on how terrible it was ;-;
I needed to tell Steve. I knew I had to tell him I'd seen him with the vampire- even if he got mad. I'm not the kind of person who keeps all the secrets I can.
As soon as I got to his house, I climbed through the window and told him I knew he talked to the vampire. His reaction was actually unexpected, like the tiger was tamed.
"It's fine. As long as you tell no one about what we saw tonight. When we tell Tommy and Alan on Monday, about the Cirque, don't mention this stuff," he said after I told him. The only thing I left out was the fact that Crepsley- or Horston, for that matter- caught me when I was about to leave. Steve was unpredictable.
I rolled out my sleeping bag.
"Russy?" I heard Steve say from his bed.
"Yeah?"
"Just remember... Whatever I said about becoming a vampire, I'll always be your friend. I'd never hurt you." He sighed.
"Yeah..."
I drifted off.
On Monday morning, I woke up to baby, baby, baby, oh-
Andy had gotten hold of my iPod again, streaming that horrendous song from YouTube.
I growled at him, snatched my iPod, and shut the door after pushing him out. I could hear the twins' giggles from right outside the door.
Groaning, I put my uniform on and ran down the stairs. With a sandwich hanging out of my mouth, I grabbed my bag and ran out the door.
Tommy was already there. Steve was organizing teams, as usual. Alan was usually later than all of us. I didn't see Darren anywhere.
I headed towards Steve.
"Russy, you wanna play? Darren should be here any minute." He grinned, acting like nothing happened the other night. I pushed that thought away.
"Sure. He's on my team, right?" I asked, giving a sly smile. Then I pretended to gasp. "Oh, Steve, you didn't think we'd win? Whatever, just put Alan on our team, and we're equal."
"Ah. Fine." Then he pointed to the far side of the field. "Darren and Alan are here!"
With that, we commenced our game. My team was winning. I kicked the ball past Steve, slipping past him and running to the net. I could hear the blood roaring in my ears. Someone from the other team kicked it away from my feet, ran maybe two meters. I slid past him on the grass, kicked the ball from there, scoring a goal while on the ground.
I got up, and I realized we'd won. "Awesome," I yelled.
Tommy, Alan, Darren and Steve all ran towards me. "That was one of the most epic shots I've seen around here," said Tommy.
I was about to say something when someone else yelled, "Russy, you're bleeding!"
What...?
Bah. I'm pooped, lol. Love the new story, Lil. Thanks again, Anon. This actually turned out better than the original. Huh.