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I am going to punch Paul in his pretty little rocker face. He scared the SHIT out of me. After being told over and over that my hair infact wasn't green, but the pink I wanted, I had calmed down.
It had been a while since we did something exciting, and there was a re-run of "The Breakfast Club" in the drive in movies. (A/N: ILOVE THIS MOVIE! I might even write a fanfic about it. Let me know if I should in the reviews please :))
We rode up there, and I decided to go on Marko's bike, instead of taking Beast this time. Once we were up there Paul decided on a snack. Or two.
"Hey! Grab me a Pluto pup Twisted-S" I shouted out.
"Get it yourself, Chia Pet head." He called back. Everyone else thought it was funny too. Oh ha ha.
I jumped off the bike and ran off after him. He held out his arm, and I thread my arm through his.
"So, what would malady like today?" he said, trying really hard to sound English.
It only resulted in me cracking up so bad it took me a while to form a coherent sentence. Wiping away fake tears I answered,
"Just a Pluto pup thanks." With that I walked off.
"Hey! Where are ya going?" yelled Paul after me.
I rolled my eyes and said "Back to the guys. Duh."
I reached the bikes and Laddie was practically jumping in his seat.
"I've never been to the drive in cinemas before! Is it loud? I like loud things. Like the roller coaster. It's really loud. And fun! I wish I could…"
Laddie droned on and on. Don't get me wrong, he's a real cute kid, but you'd think he was high off drugs or something Everytime you mentioned something he enjoyed.
The universal studios add goes up on the screen and a hush is fallen upon the whole car park. About time the movie started.
I shifted to sit in the front of Marko's bike, and rested on the handlebars. Marko sat behind me with a hand non-chalantly draped around my waist.
We were up to the part in the movie where, everyone one was sitting upstairs and confessing. Claire was saying (well, rather yelling) about how she hated being a part of her group and how much she hated her clique.
It got all emotional when she started crying and a few tears sprung to my eyes. I tried to wipe them away with none of the boys noticing, they would never let it down if they found out. Unfortunately it didn't go unnoticed by Marko.
"Hey? You're crying? Why?" it sounded like he was trying to stifle a laugh.
"Shut up, douche bag. I tend to have feelings now and then. It's required in a bitch's life cycle." I hissed at him, still trying not to draw attention. I shot a glance at the guys, they looked on the verge of passing out from boredom. I scoffed. Men. But hadn't noticed anything thankfully.
"C'mere." He said and hugged me tight around the waist, pulling me into him. I stiffed out of surprise and didn't get a chance to react. He turned me around on the bike so that I was now facing him.
Jeez, talk about cliché. In the moonlight, two teens at the drive ins only inches from each other's faces. Wait did I say inches? There's barely any breathing space available now. Alright it would be wise of me to shut up, thinking never helps when you're about to make out with one of the finest carbon based life forms ever to graze this earth.
His lips skated against mine for a second, putting on the slightest amount of pressure. I could almost taste him on my tongue. I couldn't wait anymore, I pushed my head up and my lips met his. I think I startled him, because he froze for about an eighth of a second, then wound his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I fisted my hands in his hair and crushed his face down to mine. I felt something soft and wet graze my lips.
HOLY SHIT, was that his tongue? Okay I had about as much experience with French kissing as my bathroom mirror. I parted my lips a little and felt it slip inside. Well then, I guess I'm doing it right I thought proudly.
I lost count on how long we were doing this for, but then I heard a loud eruption of cheers and wolf whistles. I broke myself out of Marko's arms and turned to look at the screen; I didn't know whether it was at us or the movie but either way, I turned beet-red. Claire and John were having a little make out session of their own. I couldn't help but grin every time I watched this scene of the movie. And before I knew it a big ass smile had made its way on my face.
I heard Marko laughing and he wrapped his arms around my waist again, his chin finding purchase on my shoulder. I was fully content with life then. Little did I know it would come crashing down soon enough.
Again, bad news came in an envelope. I still had any mail for me sent over to the Frog's address, it was easier that way.
I had been over there after I fed and gotten a new change of clothes. I guess being a messy eater was part of being a vampire. I had been stacking away some of the doubles comics when Edgar called me to come and get my mail
"I don't understand why you just won't tell the post office you've moved TigerLilly" said Edgar gruffly.
I shrugged and said "it's just too much of a hassle; it's not bothering you is it?"
"No, not at all."
"Well then, you can hand over that envelope."
He gave me the mail and I opened it up. If it was some other add for a phone company, I think I might stake someone.
TigerLilly,
I am sick, my Niño. And I fear that I will not recover. I need you to come back to Rio de Janeiro as soon as possible; I have put my retirement payments into your account with the help from your uncle. It is enough for a ticket to here.
I will be waiting mi amor.
Abby.
Oh shit. Grandma was sick, really sick. I needed to leave.
Tears were streaming down my cheeks the whole way home. I ran into the cave and grabbed my duffel bag, blindly grabbing the clothes. Halfway through my hasty packing Marko entered.
Just fucking great. Now an explanation.
"What's going on TigerLilly?" he said, eyeing my bag.
I couldn't tell the story, so I just handed him the letter.
He read it with confusion clouding his face, but before he could ask I answered.
"My father was Spanish, so that means my father's side all live in Rio. In Spanish grandmother means abuela and ever since I was young I've called my grandmother Abby. It's a sort of nickname. Abby's sick, really sick. As you've read she's saying she can't recover. I need to get over there fast; I need to be with her. Marko, she's all I have left since Mum died." My voice started to crack.
"Alright right, I'll come with you." He said.
I looked at him incredulously "With what money? Abby's using up her life savings just for a plane ticket."
He shrugged.
"I don't know, il go kill some rich guy."
I would have laughed, he sounded pretty ridiculous, even for a vampire.
In the next few days, Marko actually kept his promise and went off to kill some wealthy whore. I visited the bank and booked two tickets for the earliest flight to Rio.
Laddie wasn't happy about me leaving, despite the fact that I said I'd be back
"B-but what if the plane c-crashes?" he sniveled, rubbing his eyes.
I picked him up and hugged him tight, yet still being careful.
"Laddie, I'm a vampire, I can't die. Remember?" I whispered.
"Oh, right. Yeah." he said, giving a watery laugh.
We gave in our tickets and walked on to the plane. It was pretty hilarious; all you see is some "emo" chick walking in the plane with a curly rebel at her side. If Abby say, she'd have another stroke.
The flight was long, and droned on. Just because you're a vampire, doesn't mean your ears won't pop when you reach a particular height. Oh how they ached. On top of that I had a migraine. On many occasions Marko had suggested we join the "Mile High" club, in the filthy toilets. But on every single one of those occasions the look on my face shut him up.
At long last we had reached the airport and claimed our baggage. I didn't want to waste the money on a taxi fee, since the house wasn't far away.
There was about a few hours till dawn and I remembered that Abby used own a cellar outside. Perfect place to crash. Marko and I got home at around 4:30 and quietly made our way to the cellar. It was practically abandoned, and nobody used it anymore.
We jumped upside down and lets sleep claim us.
It was about 6:30 and we got out of the cellar. We tried to walk out with the bags as quietly as possible. I walked out and didn't even bother to knock. I'd been here since I was tiny, mum loved Abby and this was my second home.
I dropped my bags next to the coffee table which was sort of a shrine to Jesus. Yeah, I'm the unholy demon from a religious family.
"Abby?"I called out
"I am over here Niño." She called back. I loved her voice. I was smooth and accented whenever she spoke to me. But now it was hoarse and weak.
I ran over then, but with human speed.
She was resting on the old, brown patterned couch. She had her shawl wrapped around her and a blanket wrapped around her legs. Her face was frail and white, as well as her hair. Her deep brown eyes had lost the life and wisdom they once had.
I saw this and I couldn't help but break down. I fell to my knees beside her and put my head in her lap. My shoulders hunched and I sobbed for a while.
"Ah, Niño you really did change your hair this time." She said softly.
I looked at her incredulously. She was sick as hell and she was chastising me about the hair.
"Yeah Abby. I wanted a change of hairstyle." I said, not telling her that it was a change of identity.
"Didn't your papi say anything?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah abuela, he hit the roof."
She laughed softly, but ended up wheezing. I got up to move to the kitchen, to grab her a glass of water, when I noticed Marko still existed.
"Oh, Abby. This is Marko. He's a very close friend of mine. He came here with me."
She scrutinized us for a little bit, and got a knowing look.
"Ah si si. Un amigo?" she asked.
"Yes Abby. Just a friend." I said sternly.
Marko laughed in the doorway and followed me into the kitchen.
"so I'm just a friend ay?" he asked softy.
I looked at him, square in the eyes. "Listen, I want her to think I'm still the little Niño who made paella with her. She can't know a thing."
"My lips are sealed, well except when there not attached to yours." He winked at me.
Golly, this was going to be one hell of a visit.
WOAH! 7 pages and just over 2000 words. I worked hard for you lot :). Well la di da! TigerLilly's half Spanish :O. Just thought I'd add a little twist there :).
OH! And remember if you would like a Breakfast Club FanFic, just let me know :). I love that almost as much as LB!
Over and out, rainbow trout :)
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