You are John Egbert and you're hoping that Dave accepts your dinner proposal.

You sat at the top of the stairs and watched him read the letter, a smile (or was that a smirk) slowly spread across his face.

"Sure babe, we can go to dinner. Let me go get ready." Dave proceeded to walk upstairs and remove all the sterling silver from him and replacing them with his old piercings. He pulled on similar clothes to yours and walked downstairs, not waiting for you. You smiled a little and followed him down, hesitantly taking his hand. He laced his fingers through yours, and it was as if everything was okay again between you two.

That changed as soon as Dave stopped in front of an Italian restaurant.

"You're kidding.. Right?"

"Nope." You watched as your still obviously pissed boyfriend walked into the restaurant, leaving you outside. You sat on a bench, frowning to yourself. You picked up your phone after a few minutes, figuring out that he wasn't joking about this restaurant. You dialed his number and wait for him to answer. You could see him in the window seat he probably chose, knowing that you'd be watching. You sighed when he didn't answer and you put the phone back in your pocket, waiting for him to be finished.

It started raining 10 minutes after he walked in. You sat there, getting soaked, waiting for him to finish. You sighed, glancing at your watch. The time passed slowly for you. You leaned against the tree, glowering at Dave, he just took another bite of the spaghetti he ordered. It was clear he was amused by the predicament you were in. You didn't leave though. You waited.

Dave took his sweet time, making it more than an hour before he pulled out a wallet, your wallet, and paid the lady. You didn't realize he managed to snag it from you before walking inside. He was a sneaky one, and you should have seen this one coming. Of course he wasn't going to pay for it with his own money. One, you offered the dinner to him, and two, he was angry. He stood by the table, flirting with his waiter. That made your blood boil. You growled lowly as you watched Dave touched his upper arm lightly, laughing at something the man said.

No.

Dave was yours.

Yours.

YOURS.

And no one else could have him the way you had him. You stood up, and waited, rock still, face blank. Dave exited the restaurant, smiling until he saw your face.

And he stopped. Shrugged. Walked the other way. You followed him, getting back in control of your emotions. "How was dinner?"

"It was good, I liked it. Too bad you couldn't come in." He gave you a side glance, a small smirk still upon his face as he handed back your wallet. You rolled your eyes, sliding the wallet into your pocket, wanting to knock the smug look off his face.

"I would have been able to come in if it was anything but an Italian restaurant."

"Your note said anything I wanted, and I wanted Italian."

"I know, I was just thinking somewhere that we could.. Yanno.. Be together? So I could continuously apologize and try to fix things between us."

"Taking me out to dinner isn't going to fix things. You kissed someone else, and that really fucking hurt. I don't care if it was just a game, and people were egging you on, and that you were drunk. I don't care. You still fucking did it, Egbert. How would you feel if I kissed someone else? You wouldn't feel too happy about it either."

Dave started walking faster, putting distance in between you two. You let him. You didn't bother catching up. You really fucked up this time. You knew it the moment that Dave walked in, catching your lips attached to Vantas'. You ran your fingers through your hair, watching the blonde scurry across the street, and down the road. You lost sight of him as he turned the corner, and then the rain started up again.

Perfect, it matched your mood.

You actually liked the rain, it was calming to you. Storms were even better, but you hoped that it wasn't going to storm. You knew something about Dave that only a few select people knew. He was absolutely terrified of storms. You had no idea why, but he was. You hoped that the storm that seemed inevitable would wait until you fixed things, so you could hug him and reassure him that things were okay.

You didn't go home right away. You walked around the town, the rain getting not much heavier than a drizzle. You didn't want to go home to a quiet house, knowing Dave as just going to ignore you the whole time you were there. You went sight seeing, walking in and out of book stores. You bought a new shirt, a CD that you knew Dave would enjoy, and chilled in a little cafe, waiting for the worst of the rain to pass before heading home.

On your way out of the cafe, a flyer on the window caught your eye.

LOCAL FAIR, FRIDAY THROUGH SUNDAY. BRING YOUR FRIENDS, FAMILY, LOVED ONES, AND ENJOY GAMES, RIDES, FOOD, AND PRIZES.

You smiled a little to yourself, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you would be able to fix you relationship with Dave by going on a date to the fair.

You exited the cafe and walked towards your house. It was only Monday, so you had at least four days before the fair. You were happy, maybe things could be fixed.

Arriving home, you noticed Dave wasn't there. He graciously left a note, saying he went out with Rose and to not wait up for him. You sighed and walked to the bathroom. After stripping down, you turned on the water and started there, you noticed you were paler than usual. Then it hit you.

You haven't fed in over a week. You weren't used to it, and human food did nothing to satisfy your hunger, it just tasted good. You decided to hold off on eating until you couldn't old off anymore, which was maybe 3 more days. If that. You could already feel the hunger clawing at your stomach.

Three days pass, and definitely not in a blur. Dave liked the CD, just as you knew he would. He ignored you after you gave it to him, which you know he would. You, after being cooped up in the house, decided to leave. It wasn't raining, and the storm never hit, thankfully. There were still large puddles everywhere, though. You crossed the street, and as soon as you passed the curb, a truck came by, splashing dirty street water all over you. You growled at the passing driver, his smell hitting your nostrils. Your hunger has been slowly taking over, and you don't know how much longer you could go without feeding. You quickly walked back home, knowing if you caught someone alone, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself before you fed off them.

You slammed opened the door, your fangs poking out over your bottom lip. Your sight was turning red, and you walked over to your boyfriend, voice raspy with hunger. "Dave, I need to feed."

Dave sighed and stood up. "Whatever." He walked upstairs, and you followed, knowing that that was your cue. He was sitting in the usual spot, and you straddled his waist. You had your fangs positioned right above his neck before you pulled back.

"You don't have to let me, you know. I could find so-"

"No. You feed off me, and only me." His possessive side stared to show, and that made you feel a little happier. At least he still wanted you. You nodded, and pierced his skin with your fangs, leaving the question about the fair for another time.