A/N: In the spirit of keeping my readers on their toes, I came up with a nice, little plot twist for this story fairly recently actually. Hopefully no one saw this coming, because that's kind of what I was shooting for.
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My Best Friend Is a Vampire
House
Logan's POV
I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I guess desperate times calls for desperate measures. I kid you not; I think I actually cringed when I knocked on the door. I soon found myself in a bear hug.
"You came back for me!" the familiar voice which I hoped I would never have to hear again gushed.
"Wait. What?" I asked, incredulous.
The petit blonde studied me curiously.
"That is why you're here, isn't it, Logie?" my ex-flame questioned.
Come to think of it, did I even date her long enough for her to be classified as an ex-flame? If I remember correctly, we didn't even go out on a second date. Does that still count as an ex-flame? If I think of it, I might have to ask James the next time I see him.
"Afraid not. I was actually wondering if I could crash here for awhile," I answered.
"Let me guess; you're still with that curly-haired drama queen, aren't you?" Mercedes asked.
"Wrong again. I'm not seeing anyone right now."
"What a coincidence! Me neither!"
My body let out a shudder. I could clearly see where she was going with this, and I didn't like it one bit. I think I much rather risk my life by dating Jenny Tinkler than ever date Mercedes Griffin again.
"I thought you were dating Guitar Dude," I remarked.
"Who?" a confused looking Mercedes asked.
"Guitar Dude. You know, that guy with a guitar. He sings, 'What's up?' a lot."
"Oh, him. Ew! No way! All he ever sang was, 'What's up? What's up? What's up?' It got so annoying, so I dumped him."
Now why didn't that surprise me?
"What about you and the drama queen? Did you realize that you made the wrong decision by choosing her over me?" Mercedes asked.
I would never choose Mercedes. Well, maybe if she were the last girl alive on the planet…no, not even then.
"No, Camille and I got into a fight," I responded.
It was obvious that Mercedes could barely contain her excitement after discovering this development. I'm sure she figured this was her chance to slip in and be my girlfriend once again.
"Really? What happened?" she asked.
"Hey, so are you going to let me in, or are we going to have our entire conversation here at the doorway?" I inquired, quickly changing the subject.
"Oh, right. Come on in."
I followed Mercedes as she led me into the living room. The mansion she lived in was huge. It kind of reminded me of Gustavo's mansion. Then again, all mansions are probably the same. Huge and spacious. I let out an 'Oomph!' as she shoved me down into the couch, taking a seat beside me. She angled her body so that she was facing me.
"Okay, so what happened?" Mercedes repeated.
I groaned, and frankly, I didn't care if she heard me groan or not. I knew that she was asking me what happened for gossip's sake; she didn't really care about why Camille and I fought.
"She kissed…another guy," I said, deciding at the last split second to keep it vague.
Mercedes shrugged her shoulders indifferently; at least she was trying to put up the façade that she was being indifferent. Inside, I knew she was jumping for joy.
"Oh well. Her loss is my gain," she commented.
Yep. Like I said. I was just glad Mercedes didn't ask me for details; at least she didn't ask me who Camille kissed.
"Again, I'm not here to get back together with you," I told her.
Mercedes scoffed. "Why not? I'm way better looking than her! I'm rich! She's…middle class. I have a rocking body! Hers is…plain. Besides, you and I make a super cute couple! Plus, I would never cheat on you by kissing another guy while we were together!"
My blood was boiling having just listened to her put Camille down like she did. The way she said that Camille was 'middle class' and her body was 'plain' was said with such disgust. Just because Camille and I weren't an item right now doesn't mean I appreciate people talking trash about her.
Suddenly, I came up with the perfect guy for Mercedes; Jett. I mean she was practically like a female version of Jett anyways. Both were way too into themselves. Both were vain. Both were annoying.
"Like I said before, I need a place to crash for awhile," I answered.
"Why?" Mercedes asked.
"You don't need to know why."
"If I'm going to let you stay here, then I do need to know why."
There was the Mercedes Griffin I knew and hated. She took great pleasure in manipulating others. I sighed dramatically.
"Carlos thinks I'm a vampire…" I said, before Mercedes cut me off.
"You're a vampire?" she asked, her eyes widening in delight.
"Did you not hear me? I said that Carlos thinks I'm a vampire."
"So I'm like your Bella then?"
I threw my hands up in frustration. Add 'delusional' to the list of adjectives that describes Mercedes. She clearly only heard precisely what she wanted to hear. Truth be told, Mercedes was more like my…Jessica. Obnoxious, annoying, snobbish human.
"I'm not a vampire! This is all part of a prank that I'm playing on Carlos," I explained.
"A prank? Wow! That's really mean! I didn't think you had it in you," Mercedes replied.
Mean? Says the girl who forces guys to be her boyfriend. My prank wasn't mean; it was epic. Kendall, James, and Carlos should be shaking in their boots because come the next Day of Pranks, I will undoubtedly become the next sir high king lord of the pranks!
"Anyways, so I need a place to stay, because Carlos is under the impression that I ran away never to return again," I said.
"Logan! That's horrible!" Mercedes remarked.
I couldn't disagree more. I actually found it pretty amusing. I always knew Carlos was gullible, but I never imagined he would be this gullible. So far, he had fallen for everything hook, line, and sinker. Of course, a part of me felt bad for poor, innocent, naïve Carlos; none of this was a game to him. To him, all of this was real; very real. I had even managed to convince Stephanie that I was what I said I was; a vampire.
"If you're just going to judge me, then I could find someplace else to stay," I said, getting up from the couch and heading for the door.
"No!" Mercedes shouted, startling me and herself. "No judgment. I promise."
I gave her a genuine smile of gratitude. I noticed her swooning over my gesture. Okay, on second thought, maybe that wasn't the smartest move…
"So, where will I be sleeping? On the couch? In a guest room perhaps?" I asked.
"Don't be ridiculous, Logie! You can sleep with me! I have a queen-sized bed. There will be plenty of room for both of us!" Mercedes gushed, grabbing me by the wrist, and pulling me behind her.
There were so many things wrong with what she just said that I didn't even know where to begin. I guess let's start with her calling me 'Logie.' That was the nickname my friends used. It sounded weird hearing Mercedes call me that. Then there was the fact that she said that I could sleep with her. I'm convinced that how I took that was completely different than how she meant it. I took that as the two of us sharing a bed together and nothing more. She probably meant it as us actually sleeping together, sleeping together. I shuddered. I was still a virgin, and the last girl I would want to give it up to was Mercedes Griffin.
Don't get me wrong. It wasn't that Mercedes wasn't attractive. She was very attractive. One might even say drop dead gorgeous. Of course, once she started talking, then her personality started to outweigh her appearance.
On our way to her bedroom, we happened to pass her father, Arthur Griffin. He looked pleasantly surprised to see me with his daughter.
"Ah, so the two of you are back together, huh?" he asked.
I replied, "No," at the same time Mercedes replied, "Yes!"
I felt compelled to slap my forehead, but before I could even do that, I felt myself being pulled behind Mercedes once again.
"Leave your door open!" Griffin called out.
I didn't know why Mercedes was in such a rush to get me to her bedroom, but if it was what I feared it was, I was thoroughly creeped out by Griffin's request that she leave her bedroom door open.
As soon as we made it to Mercedes' bedroom, which didn't take long at all, she shoved me down on her bed. I watched in horror as she closed and locked her bedroom door. I frantically surveyed the room for any other exits, and was let down when I found there were none. What kind of bedroom doesn't have a window?
"I thought your dad said to leave the door open?" I asked.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Mercedes responded nonchalantly.
I saw her climb into bed beside me. I scrambled off the bed in a flash.
"I could just sleep on the floor. I wouldn't mind," I stated.
"Don't be ridiculous! The bed is big enough for two. Why are you so nervous?" she asked.
Nervous? Appalled was more like it! A bit terrified too! Okay, so I'll admit it. Maybe I was a little nervous too. It's just that I never shared a bed with anyone before; especially not a girl. What if she snored? What if she wanted to cuddle? What if she did something to me while I was sleeping? I mean she clearly believed that her and I were getting back together. Who knows what else she had convinced herself of?
I reluctantly climbed into bed. I was as far away from Mercedes as the bed would allow. Even then, it didn't seem far enough.
"Aren't you hot? I'm so hot!" Mercedes whined.
"No, I'm fine," I replied quickly.
"You're kidding, right? You're wearing a hoodie for crying out loud! This is Los Angeles! Not Alaska!"
I couldn't shake the feeling that Mercedes just wanted me to take off my clothes. I knew one thing though; I was not about to sleep commando, so she can just forget it. I did take off my hoodie however, but that was as much as I was stripping for Mercedes.
I was wearing a lavender t-shirt and matching flannel pajama bottoms. I didn't even think to bring any other clothes with me. I barely had enough time to write Carlos that letter. There's no way I could have packed a suitcase too.
As she turned off the lamp on her nightstand, shrouding her bedroom in darkness, I seriously considered coming clean to Carlos. Surely, telling him the truth was better than playing house with Mercedes.
To Be Continued…
A/N: I kind of feel like…I don't know; plateaued isn't the right word. It's more like I'm on the downward sloping part of a parabola. It's like I peaked with my story 'Big Time Disaster' and I haven't quite been able to write at that level since then. It's not even about the review count either. I think more than anything, I'm in a competition with myself to see if I can write a better story than the last one. I feel like I've been falling short in that regard. You can jump in at any time and tell me I'm wrong…
