'Strangers are friends you have yet to meet'-Unkown
Chapter VIII
The outsiders
Mondays. Days I absolutly loathe. And it's not going to be good, either. I can tell. There's something in the air. I squint at the sun which is pouring in through the French doors, from the balcony. Even though I hadn't been sleeping, it felt as though I had. I had been lying in this position for nearly six hours, doing nothing, as my body felt tired. I turned to my right, to see Claude starring at the sheer material which hung from the bedposts.
''So, you want to get ready?'' I asked, peircing the silence. He turned his head, facing me. He smiled for a brief second, then had a very flabbergasted look to his face.
''Get ready for what exactly?'' He asked.
''For school,'' I replied, saying it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
''School? You go to school here?'' He asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
''Well, yeh. I didn't want to waste my time doing nothing, so I got Penelopé to register me,'' I said, sitting up, crossing my legs on the bed.
''So you want me to come along? Darling, I'm not even registered there yet,'' he said, sitting up too, infront of me.
''Well yeah. And you will get to meet some other Vampires which live here. The Cullen family,'' I said.
''The Cullen family?''
''Yes, the Cullen family,'' I replied, saying it slower.
''Ok, fine. As long as I'm with you, I'm fine with it,'' he smiled.
''You see, this is why I love you,'' I beamed, as I reached out to him, and placed a kiss on his lips.
''Why do you always have to do that?'' He asked.
''Do what?'' I asked, baffled.
''Kiss me once, then leave me, wanting more,''
''Oh, sorry,'' I said, biting my lip. He just laughed.
''Come here,'' he said, motioning for me to come closer. I moved closer, keeping eye contact with him.
''Yes?'' I whispered. He just starred at me.
''Claude...'' I urged him on. He lowered his head, his dark hair falling to his face, his eyes looking up at me.
''I don't think I can go today...'' he finally answered.
''Go where?'' I asked.
''School. Where else,'' he replied.
''Why's that exactly?'' I asked, touching his face, removing black starnds of hair.
''Well, because I haven't fed, and I don't want to risk biting someone at school. You know how tempting that can be when you haven't fed for ages,'' he whispered, taking my hand in his.
''Yes, but it's not like we kill them. You only bite them, and they don't even feel a thing. You know how it is...'' I said.
''Oh comeon Giselle, I don't want to ruin our cover. I'm not just going to go up to some person, and start flitring with them until I get a bite outta them...plus I don't want the girls in the school to use that as an advantage to flirt with me,'' he smirked, looking at me with playful eyes.
''Oh really? We can go somewhere to feed, but...look, I have an idea. How about tonight we go to some club or something where it's like crowded with people, and feed there,'' I said, warming up to the idea.
''Yes, that's a good idea, but what about now?'' He asked, raising an eyebrow, making him look drop dead gorgeous.
''Well...um...well,'' I thought for a minute. What if I offered him some of my blood...just so that he could last for the morning. Then we can go feeding properly.
''Claude, I could offer you some of my blood, just so that you could last for the day. Then we can go feeding pro-'' But he cut me off.
''I won't allow you to do that. I simply can't,'' he said, moving slightly away from me.
''But Claude, you know that I can last way longer than you without blood, plus, I am not that tempted by it..comeon. Please...I want you to be there,''
''No. I won't do such...such...a thing to you,'' he whispered.
''But it's not like your going to kill me. Even if you drain me of my blood, I am dead already...your not going to be killing me,'' I said, getting unpatient. He thought for a minute. Result.
''I still can't...please, don't make me do it...'' he said sadly.
''Claude, your giving me no choice but to do one thing,'' I whispered, and got off the bed, making my way towards the closet. I opened it, and took out a red velvet cloth, which concealed a dagger. My dagger. I took it out, and walked over to the bed. I sat down back on my place, and brought it to my neck.
''If you don't do it, I'm just going to have to do it the hard way. Even if you don't come with me to school after this, I can't let you risk being this hungry...I care for you Claude...please, just do it,'' I trembled, my tears betraying me. He looked up at me with a shocked expression, his jaw tightening, gripping the bed sheets with his hands.
''Just do it,'' I hissed. He started moving away, ''you can't kill me...I won't even feel a thing''.
''I know that,'' he retorted.
''Then do it for fucks sake,''
''I can't,'' he simply stated.
''Why? You're scared...aren't you...oh my God...you're scared...'' I started to laugh.
''No...it's just that-'' but I cut him off, not being able to take it anymore.
''Look, if you don't do it now, then you're not coming with me,'' I threatend. He struggled for a bit, thinking hard.
''But...I can't stay...'' he whispered.
''Then do it, you've done it before,'' I said, trying to refresh his memory.
''Yes, but that was when I had no choice, and I was hungry to the extreme,'' he said, frowning.
''Yes, but you have no choice now aswell, do you? And, you are very hungry...your choice darling,'' I smirked, getting off the bed, and as I was about to get out of the room, I felt him grip my arm.
''Yes? You changed your mind?'' I asked, turning around. He looked at me, not speaking. I got fed up and turned around once more, but he wouldn't let go off my arm. So I did what I thought was best. I took the dagger which was in my other hand, brought to me neck, and slid it down slowly. I brought it down, as a drop of blood slid down my neck. The minute the blood was exposed into the air, Claude let go off my arm, gripping me by my shoulders, pushing me against the wall, bringing his head to my neck.
He licked the blood, then grazed his teeth along my neck, breathing onto it, making me shiver, then he bit me. I couldn't feel a thing when he bit me, apart from ecstasy. It felt as though he were kissing me on my neck, not biting me. That's how it would feel to a human aswell. We have this specail venom which makes the area where the bite is numb, so you don't really feel anything.
I just stood there, surprisingly enough enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against mine. His grip on my shoulders loosened up a bit, as he let his hunger have me. I was exposed to this godly creature, and I loved every bit of it.
When he was finished feeding, he lifted his head up, a drop of my blood dripping off his perfect marble lips.
''Well? Am I dying?'' I asked sarcastically. He just gave me a mean look.
''I'm sorry ok, I had no choice,'' I said again, since he wasn't talking. I moved away from him, and made my way towards the closet. I took the sleeve of my black shirt and swiped the dagger in it, trying to remove my blood from it. I turned around to look at Claude. He was standing there, wiping his lips with his black shirt. My shirt had to go in the wash now, so I took it off, exposing myself in just my black skinny jeans and black bra.
I took out a striped purple and black jumper, and slipped it on. I looked over to Claude, who was just starring at me. His eyes were full of lust, but there was still a hint of anger to his face. I closed my closet, and walked over to him.
''Look, if you had just agreed, I don't think I would have had to do that. Atleast your not that hungry anymore...your eyes look lovely this colour too,'' I said, kissing him on the cheek.
''I still don't forgive you,'' he growled.
''Oh grow up,'' I smiled, rolling my eyes. I could see him starting to open up a bit, a smile starting to creep onto his face.
''Oh, by the way, you might wanna change that shirt. You wiped my blood on it. The Cullens will smell it...and it'll stain your shirt,'' I said. He just looked at me, and started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his very hard chest and abs. He wasn't bulky or anything, just slightly...um...rough...and...um...sleek looking? Oh I don't know how to explain it. All I can say is that he has a gorgeous body. Ok?
He handed me the shirt, as I went over to pick mine up too, and stuffed them in the laundry basket. I grabbed my bag, and stuffed my daily planner and everyday stuff init. Claude opened the closet, which held both our clothes. He slipped on a grey shirt and a black leather jacket. Jesus, I was going to faint.
''You ready?'' He asked, walking towards me.
''Yeah, I'm ready. You?'' I asked, smirking.
''Why would I be asking you if I weren't?'' He asked, smiling.
''I don't know...so, you forgiven me yet?'' I asked.
''Nope,'' he shook his head, yet he still had that playful look on his face.
''Do I still get a kiss?'' I asked.
''Hmm...well, I'm not sure if you deserve one...but, I just think I might do,'' he smirked, leaning in and kissing me on the lips. I just smiled against his lips. He chuckled at my reaction, and slowly leaned back. I just pouted like a two year old when he moved away.
''Oh...your mean,'' I whined. He burst out laughing, and swooped my up bridal style, rushing out the door and downstairs. He put me down, and started making his way out the door, pulling me along.
''Wait,'' I said, haulting to a stop.
''What?'' He asked, tilting his head to a side.
''Violeta...she goes to that school too-'' I began.
''Babe, Violeta left about half an hour ago,'' Penelopé answered, walking into the hall.
''Oh...with what?'' I asked.
''Her motorbike,'' she smiled.
''Why didn't she wait for us?'' I asked.
''Well...I think you should ask her that,'' Penelopé said, looking as though she were hiding something.
''Fine, I will,'' I said, and waved her goodbye.
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''Well, here it is,'' I said, when we stepped out my Bentley, greeted by the chilly air.
''This is...um...a small school,'' Claude said, his eyes looking in all directions.
''Well, shall we get to a start. We are kinda late...'' I said, taking his hand in mine.
''Yeah, sure,'' he whispered. I led the way to the office, and asked for Claudes timetable and signed in as late.
''Well, my first lesson is...history...lovely,'' Claude sighed.
''Hey, no need to sigh. My first lesson is history too...which means we are in the same class,'' I smiled, and smacked him on the ass. He pretended to look shocked for a split second, then started to laugh.
We made our way to our history class. I opened the door, and stepped in, dragging Claude with me.
''Sorry Sir we're late,'' I said. He already knew I was new, so he kinda let me off, and just put on the most bored face. I took a seat next to my history partner. A Cullen. Which happened to be Edward. I looked at Claude, who was stopped by the teacher. He was introducing him to the class. Claude just kept on looking my way, putting on a face which screamed out 'Help me!' I just laughed. When the teacher finally let him off, Claude took a seat next to that Jessica girl. I wanted to rip her head off that moment. She was oogling my boyfriend. That stupid little b-
''You know him?'' I was cut hallfway through my thoughts, as I heard Edward ask me something. I turned to look at him, feeling slightly uncomfortable, because of the incident.
''Yes. He's my boyfriend, Claude,'' I replied, smugly.
''That's nice,'' he replied, not sounding that pleased, and putting on the fakest smile ever. Haha. He is so faking it. What's wrong with him anyway? It's not like I grabbed him and kissed his face off. Jesus. Thoughts like that raced through my mind all lesson, and every time they did, Edward would just laugh quietly. I finally had enough, and turned to face him.
''What is your problem? Why do you keep on laughing?'' I asked, in a very pissed voice. He looked at me for a brief second.
''Oh, it's nothing you should worry about,'' he replied, his lips forming a staright line.
''Fine, whatever you say-'' butthead. I thought. This time he didn't laugh. He just turned around, and gave me the threatening look ever.
''May I ask why it is your looking at me that way?'' It's not like I fucking gripped you by the balls and ripped them now, is it? This time, he did slightly laugh. What was wrong with this guy? Wait...hold on. Why is it everytime I'm thinking something, he either laughs, or just gets angry?
''Can I ask you something, Edward?'' I asked, trying to sound sweet.
''Yes, go ahead,'' he hissed, keeping his attention staright ahead.
''Are you a physchic?'' I asked simply. He started to chuckle.
''Why would you think that?'' He said, keeping quiet, as not to disturb the class.
''Well, everytime, I well...think something, you either laugh or get angry,'' I said. This time he turned around, and starred at me.
''No, I'm not physchic. I just happen to read minds. It's a few of my vampire traits I have,'' he said.
''Oh. Is it only you who has it?'' I asked, referring to his family.
''No. Alice too...but hers is more...advanced, shall we say,'' he replied.
''Oh. Ok...so your basically saying you've heard every single thing I've ever though?'' I asked.
''Yes, but most of the time I tune you out, beacsue you do slightly aggitate me with your thoughts,'' he smirked.
''Oh really? Is that so huh,'' well quite reading my mind, then. I thought. I wanted him to get the message. And he did. He just chuckled. I rolled my eyes.
''I have to ask you to do a favour for me though,'' Edward asked, looking at me seriously this time.
''Yes, and what's that?'' I asked.
''Please do keep Claude away from Bella. I donnot like to put her in harms way,'' he said in a flat tone.
''You see Edward, both I and Claude are quite old. Older than you actually, and he can control himself pretty well. Plus, he has just fed. This morning,'' I said, resting my chin under my hand.
''Still. I don't mind you being around, but Claude...I would prefer it if he kept a distance from Bella,'' he said. And before I could say anything, the bell rang. Next lesson. Yippee. Not.
''Well, how did you find the lessons?'' I asked Claude, after five lessons. It was lunch time now.
''They were fine. Nothing that I haven't learnt before though,'' he sighed, running a hand though his hair. I just kept silent, remembering what Edward told me.
''What's wrong?'' Claude asked after a while, realising my silence.
''Oh nothing...'' I replied, making our way to the cafeteria.
''Giselle, you know you can't lie to me,'' Claude said, stopping. I carried on walking, pretending not to see him at a hault.
''Giselle,'' he called out. I stopped, and turned on my heel.
''Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there,'' I said, fidgeting with my hair. When I lie, I fidget.
''Giselle, what's wrong? Your keeping something from me, aren't you?'' He asked, walking towards me.
''Um..no, why would you say that?'' I asked, with a nervous laugh. He just rolled his eyes.
''Oh comeon. It's so obvious that you're lying...you know you can tell me anything,'' he hugged me, whispering into my ear.
''Fine...it's something that one of the Cullens said to me during History,'' I whispered back. His grip on me tightened.
''What? That boy who was sitting next to you in History...the auburn haired one,'' Claude asked.
''Yeh. Him,'' I replied.
''What did he say?'' He whispered onto my neck, his cold breathe sending shivers down my back.
''Well, he said that I should keep you away from his girlfriend...which happens to be human. He's scared you'll hurt her,'' I said in a quick rush.
''What?'' He asked, rasing his eyebrows, moving his face from my neck to look at me.
''Well...I don't blame him. He has a point. We are after all, human feeding vampires,'' I said.
''And what, they aren't?'' He asked sarcastically.
''No, they aren't. They survive on animal blood,'' I replied.
''Ok, fine. Whatever,'' he said.
''Really?'' I asked.
''Yeh really. Whatever. I really could care less what they say. But it annoys me that he's judging me without actually knowing who I really am,'' he shrugged.
''Oh well,'' I sighed.
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''Hmm...I really don't know what to wear,'' I said to myself, going through the piles of clothes I had in the closet. I felt quite awkward walking around topless in just my French knickers. Then I heard the door open. I quickly covered my breats with my hands and hid myself behind the closet door.
''Oh there you are,'' Claude said, looking somewhat exhausted. I was relieved to find out that it was only him.
''Please close the door...I'm kinda...undressed here,'' I asked. He raised an eyebrow, and closed the door behind him.
''I was looking for you,'' he said.
''Why? Where were you?'' I asked. He smirked.
''Well...since you were getting ready...and I know how long you take, I decided to go for a spin with Violeta...on the motorbikes,'' he replied.
''Really? You enjoyed yourself?'' I asked, as I continued to look for something to wear.
''Yeh. It was good,'' he said. I heard him sit on the bed behind me. I felt his eyes burning on me. I turned my head around.
''Yes?'' I asked, smiling.
''Oh, nothing. I'm just enjoying the view,'' he smirked. I just shook my head. I turned around, and the minute I did, I felt his arms around me in an instance. He removed my long hair away from my neck, where he previously had bitten me. Ofcourse, the scar had vanished. Another slayer power I love. He started to tease me, by blowing onto my neck, making me shiver. He chuckled.
''So, what you...oh God-'' I stopped talking as he started to kiss my neck. He carried on chuckling.
''Anyways,'' my voice shook, biting my lip.''As I was saying...what are...holy...what are,er...you going to wear?''
''Me?'' He asked, inbetween kissed to my neck and shoulders.
''Yes, you...oh stop that...I can't think when you do that,'' I said.
''Why would you need to think now, exactly?'' He asked, smiling against my neck.
''Because I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to wear,'' I said, turning around, surprising him. He looked at my face, then he looked down, noticing my topless self, which was pressed against him. He smirked.
''Give me five minutes, then I'll let you get back to it...'' he whispered.
''Why in the wor-'' he cut me off, as his lips pressed against mine.
''Oh, I see,'' I whispered against his lips. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, as he happily greeted me in. His arms which were around my waist, tightened, pressing me against the closet door. He lifted one of my thighs up to his waist, carresing it gently. He moved his lips from mine for a brief second.
''Do you know what? Should we just forget about going out tonight, and stay in?'' He asked.
''No way. You need to feed man. And so do I. Have you forgotten that?Huh?'' I asked.
''Fine...but we still have a few minutes left,'' he smiled.
''Yeah...we do actually,'' I smirked. He then continued kissing me, as I slowly pushed him backwards towards the bed. The back of his legs finally hit the bed, making him fall back on it. I went along with him, as I straddled him ontop. I could feel him smirking against my lips. Suddenly, he grabbed me by my shoulders, and switched our positions, so he was on top of me now. He started to leave a trail of fiery kissed from my neck, down to my belly. I grabbed his face, bringing it back up to my lips. I felt him reaching for the zip on his jeans. He undone the zip, and started to remove them.
As we really started to get into it, the door opened. And in stepped Violeta.
''Shit! Oh man! I'm sorry!'' She called out, and went back out the door. I actually let out a scream against Claudes lips when she entered. He just laughed.
''Oh shush. And that reminds me...we have to get somewhere, remember?'' I asked, getting up. But he was so hard to resist when we had started to go so far. I was so tempted by him, that I started kissing him again, so hard and so passionatly, that he started going all weak on me.
''Umm, guys. I know you haven't seen eachother for long, but we have to get somewhere!'' I heard Violeta shout through the door.
''Yeh...umm...Oh God..yeah...um, we'll...er...be there...in er...a..holy shit, Giselle...minute,'' Claude said inbetween kisses.
''Fine whatever. But don't be late...we have to get there earlier. The que to get in gets massive around 9pm,'' Violeta shouted again, and I heard her stomp away. I stopped kissing Claude.
''She's right Claude,'' I said, propping myself up on my elbows.
''Oh God...why...I want to stay...mmm...you smell nice,'' he whispered, against my neck.
''Thank you, but we have to get ready. I don't even know what I'm going to wear,'' I replied. He looked up.
''Fine. Whatever...but we haven't finished,'' he said with a wink. I just laughed. He got off me, and took off his jeans. I went back to the closet.
''What you wearing?'' I asked.
''Oh, I'm wearing my dark purple silk shirt and black jeans,'' he yelled from the bathroom.
''Oh. Ok...what are you doing in the bathroom?'' I asked.
''Fixing my hair...why?'' He asked, coming out of the bathroom.
''Nothing. I was just wandering,'' I smiled.
''Ok...I guess,'' he said, walking towards the closet. He grabbed his silk shirt and dark jeans. Hmm...maybe I should match a bit with him...maybe. So I grabbed my black cocktail dress, which had a very low drop on the back, and a very low V shaped cut going through the front. It was a halter top, which tied around my neck. The bottom flarred out in strips of V shaped cut material. The whole dress shone in it's glittery state. I matched it up with a pair of strappy black heels and my hand purse. I let my hair out, but clipped my fringe back.
''I'm ready,'' I said.
''You look gorgeous, as usual,'' he smirked.
''Why thank you. You don't look bad yourself...actually, you look smoldering hot,'' and I was saying the truth. He left his shirt slightly open at the front, revealing part of his chest.
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''Oh...It's not as crowded as I thought it would be,'' I shouted, over the loud music which was playing, which happened to be My Love by JT. Me, Claude and Violeta came to this well known club just outside Seattle. We had no trouble getting in. The bodygaurds thought we were twenty something year olds. Haha, they didn't even ask for ID. Ahh, we have the easy life. Well...not really.
''Eugh. I hate this music...'' Claude complained.
''Why?'' I laughed.
''Because I don't like R'n'B...'' he mumbled, like a little kid. I grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
''Don't worry darling. We won't be here long,'' I smiled.
''Ok, mother,'' he laughed. I just shook my head.
''Hey guys, let's take a seat over there,'' Violeta jumped in, grabbing us by our hands, and dragging us to some stools by the bar.
''Three Smirnoff's please,'' Violeta ordered.
''What? Are you crazy?'' Claude hissed low enough for only us to hear,'' are you forgetting we don't drink alcohol...or any drink?''
''Yes, but you have to fit in...you don't wanna look stupid...'' Violeta hissed back. Claude was going to speak again, but I elbowed him on the stomach. It, ofcourse didn't hurt him. Bleh. When our drinks arrived, I took a sip. Fuck it burnt my throat. The last alcohol I had was, hell, about 300 or something years ago. It was even worse for Violeta and Claude though. They weren't half slayers like me, so they weren't as used to drinking other stuff apart from blood. And hell, it burnt them even more. They were practically clutching their throats. The bartender just looked at the two very weirdly.
I just laughed my head off.
''It's like drinking poison,'' Claude hissed. He put the drink down. After a few minutes, Violeta had enough too. She placed the drink down.
''Well, shall we start,'' Violeta asked. I knew exactly what she meant by that.
''Sure,'' I said. Claude nodded his head. Then we went our seperate ways, intermingling with the people. There weren't alot of people here tonight. But I knew what I had to do. I had to find a very drunk -preferably male, for me- and flirt. Alot. Then I would feed off him. I wouldn't kill him though. He'll just feel lighteheaded, and when he wakes up in the morning, he'll forget everything. So I went on my drunk-man hunt. I found this guy, in the corner, with a couple of other guys. They all seemed pretty drunk. Not that much though. As I was approaching them, I saw Violeta approaching them too. I lifted an eyebrow up at her. She just smiled.
When we both approached the guys, we started to act all seductive. The guys started to smirk. I approached this rather cute,blonde guy, whilst Violeta approached a guy with similar good looks, but golden curled hair. I took brief look at Violeta. Too fast for humans to see. I signalled to her that I was ready. She signalled back, telling me she was reasy too. I started to flirt with the guy. Complimenting him, asking him various questions I wasn't intrested in. Then he gave in. I didn't kiss him. He tried so many times to kiss me, but I just moved to his neck. He probably thought I was kissing him there, but actually, I was feeding off him.
When we were done, we went to look for Claude. We caught him sitting on a stool, at the bar.
''Didn't you feed?'' I asked, low enough for him to hear only.
''Yeh, I did. I finished ages ago...I didn't even need to seduce the girl or anything. She just came to me,'' he smirked. I snarled, flashing my teeth at him. He just laughed. Then I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. I turned around. It was only Violeta.
''Giselle...you might wanna look over there,'' she said, pointing towards the far end of the club. Right in the corner, was Black Sabar. One of Vincent's most powerful demons. He was standing there, alone, wearing black trousers and a shirt. His short balck hair shone a light electric blue. He was rather handsome for a demon. I must admit. You could see his rippling abs under his tight shirt, the earing of a crucifix which he always wore, dangled off his right ear. And his penetrating gaze was on someone. And that someone happened to be me. He was probably sent here to spy on me by Vincent. I wonder how long he had been spying on me for. I had to get out of here quick.
''Guys, we have to get a move. And quick,'' I didn't wait for a reply as I grabbed Claude and Violeta by their hands, and dragged them out of the club as quick as possible. I pushed them into my Bentley, and sped away.
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''I don't know...he was just starring at me,'' I explained to Claude for the like, a hundredth time so far. We were in the bathroom together. I was standing infront of the mirror, removing my makeup.
''Why would Vincent send one of his demons to spy on you though? Doesn't he know your after him?'' Claude asked.
''Ofcourse he knows I'm after him. Why do you think he keeps on moving locations?'' I asked.
''I see,'' he replied. I could see his rather confused expression from his reflection on the mirror. He was standing right behind me. Topless. My eyes always wandered to his body. I couldn't help it. He looked so bloody gorgeous.
''I'm going to take a shower...you want to join me?'' Claude asked, smirking.
''Hmm...ok,'' I replied. I slipped off my dress, and everything else I had on myself. I stood naked, as I watched him take off all his clothes too. We just gawked at eachother, as though it were the first time we had seen eachother naked. Pfft. After a while, when we both got our heads around reality, he walked over to the shower.
A few seconds later, I found myself under the pouring water, kissing Claude.
''Are we going to actually shower, or just stand here kissing eachother?'' I asked. He just laughed, grabbing a bottle of shampoo from the little metal shelf which was attached below the shower head. He squeezed some shampoo onto his hand and started washing my hair. I started to laugh. When he finished washing my hair, I washed his. Then he took a different shampoo, and started scrubbing my back, then turned me around, and ran his hands which were covered in bubbled and foam, all around my chest and arms. I then washed his back and front too. I loved running my hands down his chest...it was so smooth and hard. I couldn't help it when I wrapped my hands around his neck, and hugged him so tight, pressing his chest against mine. He smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist.
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''So, what are you going to do now?'' Claude asked.He was sitting with me on the balcony. Ofcourse, he was referring to Vincent.
''I don't know...I really don't know,'' I whisepered. I had to come up with a plan. And fast.
