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Some people get that the best way for me to learn is to tempt me into it. Unfortunately, though I didn't know it at that point in time, Demetri was one of those people.
The Volturi clan arrived back at Volterra, Italy (see any resemblance in the name?) And I ran into my room to grab my ipod. After eleven hours of wishing I had brought it on the plane with me, I figured I should make it up to myself by listening to it until my ear drums couldn't take anymore and the battery died. I put my ear buds in and drifted away with the song that was already playing, finding myself hum along with the tune of Thunder by Boys Like Girls.
After a few moments of lying on my floor (after all, I didn't have a bed), I realized I couldn't navigate as well as I would have liked to and found the sticky coke all over my jeans and t-shirt. I closed my eyes in disgust and decided to take a shower. I picked out a brown polka dotted shirt (which I secretly loved because Demetri had complimented me in it), another pair of jeans, some clean underwear, a pair of mismatched socks, and a new bra. I quickly darted to the house/castle's bathroom. There was only one bathroom in the entire building, designed especially for us vampires. The toilet was only there for decorative purposes and for the few humans who worked here.
When I got to the bathroom, lo and behold, it was empty. I slipped the door closed and stripped down to my birthday suit, throwing my dirty clothes down the laundry chute in the bathroom. Yeah, I know it's weird we have a laundry chute in the bathroom, but you'll have to deal with it. I turned the water on in the shower and put my bare foot in it to make sure it wasn't too hot. For a girl cold as ice, that was pretty easy to do. Finding the water a comfortable temperature, I hopped in, the water drenching my short, boyish hair. The song I was singing just minutes before popped back in my brain and begged permission to come out my mouth. I allowed it. Soon I was singing an off-pitch version of Thunder that my high pitched voice couldn't match with the singer's bass version of it.
"Your voice was the soundtrack of my Summer. Do you know your unlike any other? You'll always be my thunder, I said. Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors, I don't wanna ever love anoth-" I was cut off by a squeaky sound, kind of like a door hinge.
"Hello?" I called. A few seconds later, the squeaky sound came back again. They must have been closing the door. I'll bet I forgot to lock it again and Gianna had to go. With no trace of worry found on my face, I continued my off-key song that Simon Cowell would call "the worst thing I have ever heard," or, "absolutely dreadful". (Yes, I watch human shows. You got a problem with it?)
After fifteen minutes of lathering, rinsing, and singing, I turned off the water and grabbed the towel to dry myself off. The water on the tips of my hair dripped to the floor as I dried my body. After wrapping the towel around my body, I decided to blow dry my hair. I didn't know why because of such short hair, I usually felt no need to, but something made me want to feel pampered. I could hear a sharp exhale from just outside the door as the loud whirring of the blow drier started in my ear. Dismissing the small sound, I flipped my hair over my head and aimed the machine towards the drenched hair. The high heat felt uncomfortable against my neck. I gave up quickly.
No longer sticky, hair dry and no longer dripping, I was ready to put my clothes on. I looked around the small space, but they were nowhere to be found. I panicked and made another quick search, even looking in the toilet. No clothes turned up. I knew I had picked out clothes because I remember I picked out the shirt that Demetri had said I looked good in a few weeks ago.
"What the hell?!" I screamed. Where were those stupid clothes? At the exclamation made, I could hear muffled laughter from the door. "What did you do?!" I screamed at the only possible conclusion. Demetri, of course.
"I liked your rendition of Thunder, Jane," he said. "It sounded like a mix between a rhinoceros dying and a lizard hurling."
"Yeah, I know, now give me my freaking clothes back!" I shrieked. If I were him, I would run far, far away from me in fear of what I would do.
"Oooh, what's this pink lacy thing?" he called and I heard another set of laughing lungs out there with him. Ones that I would recognize from anywhere after growing up with almost an identical pair.
"That's called a bra, you immature idiot! Alec! You give me my clothes right now! Demetri, you shut up before I beat the snot out of you!"
"But all the bras I've seen are much bigger than this," he murmured between boyish giggle-like noises.
"I'm sure you have," I murmured quietly. Being a vampire, he caught it quickly.
"You got that right," he said. I swear I would've killed him if I had not been trapped in the bathroom based on the simple fact I had no clothes. But then a again, I did make a deal. And I'm not one to go back on my word. I briefly considered going down the laundry chute to get my dirty clothes until Demetri said, "But what do you say we make a deal?"
"Oh God, please no more deals. I just told myself I was going to kill you if I were in better circumstances, until I realized I made a deal about that." I didn't tell him the part about the laundry chute. I felt no need to.
"This is an easy deal," he said. "All you have to do is say that I'm awesome. Sarcastically that is. I know I'm not the nicest person to you, but this had to be done in order to commence in your sarcasm lessons you agreed to do. But you have to do it perfectly. No mess ups."
Twenty minutes later, I found that when he said 'no mess ups,' he wasn't kidding. Alec had long since left, finding it boring and saying, "It would be more fun if I just found some old bickering married couple." Frankly, I took it as a compliment. But Demetri still wouldn't let me get my clothes back.
"Come on, Demetri. I had it that time."
"No, you didn't. Sarcasm is the dark side of humor. You need to be more like the vampire you are."
"Nobody tells me I don't know how to be a vampire," I growled.
"Then let's hear you say it!"
"Demetri, you are SOOO awesome," I mustered out, to the best of my ability. To my surprise he started clapping.
"Brava," he said, using the female version of bravo. "You can have your clothes now." I opened the door a crack to see his head turned the other way and my clothes in his hand which was near the crack in the door.
"I have a towel on, you know. You don't have to close your eyes and turn your head," I said, taking the clothes from his hand and shutting the door again.
"I know, but I promised myself I would be nicer to you."
"Why'd you do that?" I asked while stepping into my underwear and hooking the strap on my bra.
"Because I really am trying to be a good person."
The next words came out a little muffled because I was pulling my shirt over my head while saying them. I knew they sounded like, "Putt ooh ah uh guid purse in," but what I really meant to say was, "But, you are a good person."
"Sorry, I didn't catch that," he said from the outside of the door.
"Never mind." I slipped my legs through the wholes in my pants while I said this.
"Okay..."
"Why are you still here?" I asked, out of the blue. My zipper made a scratchy noise after I said this.
"Well, I owe you, at the least, an apology."
"So why don't you apologize right now?" I asked while I sat down on the side of the tub and pulled the mismatched socks onto my feet.
"Because that would be inconsiderate of me."
"Since when have you cared about being inconsiderate towards me?" I asked. I had finished putting on my clothes, but I wasn't sure I was quite ready to come out.
"Since I realized that..." he paused briefly as if he made a mistake or told me too much, trying to find a good way to fix it. "I treated you unfair," he finally finished.
"Demetri, don't change just because I want you to. You should have somebody who you don't always have to act all proper around."
"And you're offering to be that person?" he asked sarcastically.
"I'd be glad to," I said, a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.
"See, that whole thing about taking your clothes showed nothing! You're still really bad at sarcasm!"
"That wasn't sarcasm, Demetri."
"Oh."
Feeling brave, I opened the door, the smile still plastered on my face.
As we walked down the hall towards the game room I'm sure the whole building could hear what we said.
"You know, that bra looks bigger on you than off. I'll bet you stuffed it once you were done getting your clothes on," he said.
"And I'll bet you stuff your pants, huh?" I asked while smiling even wider.
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