Previously: "I had a dream where you touched me and… and I looked away and when I looked back it wasn't you." "Who was it?" "Anthony."
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"You had a dream of…" "Yeah." "And you really liked…" "Apparently. But it was just a dream." "I don't know what to say." He says. "What time is it?" "Only 8:00." "In the morning?" "At night." "Oh." I sigh. "What's wrong?" "Is Anthony sleeping?" "I think he got drunk with his friends, yeah." "Okay." I get up and open the door to Anthony's room. He was passed out on the bed. It smelled like blood, still, and I into the room. I saw he was wearing the long shirt and I looked at him. "What are you doing? Anthony is the lightest sleeper!" Ian whispered loudly. I put my finger over my lips and traveled in vampire form over to Anthony. He turned over in the bed. I grabbed his arm and I pulled down the sleeve, not caring if he woke up. He did. "What are you doing?!" He asked, trying to tug away his arm from my grasp. Of course, I had a death grip on his arm, looking to his wrist. It was covered in an arm band. I looked at him and he looked back at me. I tugged the arm band down and he winced, and I saw the cuts that were stuck to his wrists. He managed to tug away his arm, pulling down his sleeves. I looked down upon Anthony with a twisted look. "Why?" I whisper. I sat on his bed. I loved making them feel better. "As long as I can't have you." He said. I stared at him. "Anthony, I will always be here." I say. "I love you though." He whispered more softly. "I live here now, Anthony. I will always be here. You don't have to love me to be with me." I smiled sadly at him. "It's okay." He closed his eyes. A few minutes later I heard him softly snoring. I smiled and went to his drawer. I saw the bloody razor on the top. I looked at it, then grabbed it and closed my hand around it. I closed the drawer and walked back to Ian's room. Ian walked back into the room with me. "What is that?" He asked. I opened my hand. "It's a razor." I say. "He cut himself?" "Yeah." I looked down at the razor. I flipped it around in my hands for a few seconds, then put it to my wrist and slid it across, feeling the same numbness I used to. "What are you doing?!" "Chill out, Ian, it's fine." I took the razor off and the deep cut immediately healed. "I used to do this a while ago. Remember? I already told you. Plus, it doesn't hurt. Well, not anymore, anyway." I say. "Why not?" He grabbed the razor from me. "Because the numbness overtook my body a long time ago when I had a boyfriend." He looked at me. "Yeah, I know. But anyway, I remember what happened like it yesterday." I looked at the wall, going back into my memories while sitting on the bed.
I was walking down the street, actually walking to Ed's house. I looked to my left, watching the cars speed past to pick up their children from the school ahead of me. I walked into the school to go pick up Ed; he was only one year younger than me. I walked into the school's front office and buzzed in with my 'Visitor Card'. "Hey sweetie. How ya doing?" The lady asked me. "I'm good." "What are you here for?" "I want to pick up my friend, Edward Bestty." "Okay, I'll look 'em up." She typed on the computer for a minute, then said, "He was already signed out a few minutes ago, sweetie." "Oh. Okay." I turn to walk out the door, but as I push the door open I see a familiar face. I walk out, and I stare in disbelief at the boy kissing another girl, in front of my face. They ended the kiss a few seconds later, and when he looked at me, his eyes went wide. "Uh…" I walk over and slap him. Tears dripped down my face. "You dirty CHEATER!" I yell. "No, it's-" He gets cut off by another slap on his face. "I hate you!" I yell. I turn and walk away quickly, the girl following close behind. I soon stop and turn. "Hey." The girl says, wiping the tears from her eyes. "He's a dirty cheater." I say. "You're Madison, right?" "Yeah. You're Elizabeth?" "Yeah. Do you want to come over?" "Sure, I have nothing else to do." "Okay!" She almost immediately stopped crying about Ed.
"Oh jeez. That 'Ed' was a dirty cheater." "Yeah. I still hate him." "Wait, was that…" "Yes, that was mybest friend Elizabeth, which you still have never met. Oh, you can meet her now! I can FaceTime her." I pulled out my phone and dialed her number on FaceTime and called her. She answered the phone. "Hey." "Hey." I say. "What's up girl?" She asks. "Not much. But there's someone I want you to meet." I point the phone at Ian. "Hello Elizabeth, nice to meet you." Ian says. She is silent. "Don't even try to play with me, girl. You know I'll kick your ass next time I see you." "Bro, I'm not playing. Look, it's the real Ian." I give him a hug. "Oh my god, it is." She says. "W-t-fucking hell, girl, are you, like, dating or something?" "Not exactly." "O-m-g your so not cool anymore." "Look who's talking, brace face." She covered her mouth. "Hey! Well, at least I'm getting them off tomorrow." "Good for you!" I say. "L-o-l." She spells. "Why do you always do that?" "Do what?" "L-o-l, O-m-g, stuff like that?" I mock. "O-m-g, S-t-f-u. Oh…" She says. We laugh out loud. "Liz?" "Yeah?" "You like Anthony better, right?" "Kind of." Ian's face goes disappointed. "I'm not good enough for you." He whispers and we both laugh hard. "Well I think Anthony needs a friend right now. Would you be so kind to come over and hang with him, fair lady?" "I would be delighted, my fair maiden." She says. Ian looked confused. "It's a game we play." "What kind of game?" He asks slowly. "It is a medieval game we play, kind sire. We have to talk like we are in the medieval times." "I will play along with you, my fair queen." "My king." I say. "Looks like Ian's playing, too." Lizzy says. "Yeah." "Okay, well, I'll see you tomorrow, then." She says. "I have to give you our address first." Ian says. "Oh, it's fine. I already have it." Ian looked at me. "I didn't tell her!" "How did you get our address…?" "Uh… Oh, look at the time! Gotta go! Bye!" She hung up before we could say anything else. "Okay…" Ian said. "I think I'm going to go watch T.V. until it's later." He said. "Me too." We go to the couch and I snuggle with Ian. We watched the movie "Perks of Being a Wallflower" ((It's a really good movie, you should watch it if your mom/dad/any-other-guardian says you can. It has drugs and kissing and stuff so ASK FIRST!)). Someone knocked at the door. I looked over to Ian. "I wonder who that could be this late at night."