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DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Babysitter's a Vampire: The Series © Fresh TV & Teletoon/Disney Channel. I also do not own a manual on how to make a turtle giggle.

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DIMITRI POV

I carried Ethan's little sister all the way home and put her to bed. She was pretty adorable when she didn't want my money. I sat down and waited, and about five minutes later Sarah and Ethan walked in. Sarah was about twenty paces ahead of Ethan, who stormed in behind her and locked himself in his room. Sarah walked into Jane's room, where I sat in a chair in the corner, eyes misty and anxious-looking. Concerned, I stood up. "Are you alright?" I asked, walking slowly toward her. She nodded, sniffling. I sighed and turned off Jane's light before Sarah and I greeted Ethan's parents, got paid, and left. On the walk to my house, she didn't say anything, but she did nod when I asked her to spend the night.

When we got to my house, the windows were dark and the door was locked. I assumed my parents went to bed and let myself in. As I shut the door behind me, I gestured to Sarah for her to be quiet, but just as she nodded to say that she would all of the light came on. There in front of us stood my parents, angry and in their PJ's. Great, I thought, mentally slapping my forehead. just what I needed.

My mom stood with her arms crossed and her foot tapping. Usually, my mom was pretty cool; she looked like Linda Kash, but with a silver stud in her nose and long brunette hair, and she had 4 tattoos: an angel with a daisy that had my name, a heart with my dad's name, a purple rose with my aunt's name, and a dove on her shoulder blade. She was 39 years old, and my father was 40. He was a tall, jolly man with a dark, short beard. In a way, he looked like Bert Kreischer, but with brown eyes and a rounder face.

Sarah looked a bit nervous, and tired. "Hi." My father said, his hands on his hips. My mom looked really angry. "Hi," I said, glancing at my watch. 1:45. Oh, crap. I thought. An hour and forty-five minutes past curfew. "I'm uh.." I said, slowly making my way to the stairs, "Gonna go up to my room." I turned around. "Freeze!" My mother said, glaring at me with her mom stare. All moms have a way of peering at your soul whenever you're in deep shit.

I glanced at Sarah. My dad was whispering politely for her to head home. She nodded and looked up at me with a look that said "I'm sorry.", then opened the door and left. I looked back to my mother. She was still tapping her foot. "Do you think this is acceptable?" she asked, arms crossed and still glaring at me. I sighed. Time to run through the routine, I thought.

The "routine" is what I tend to call the argument between me and my parents whenever I get into trouble. She asks if it's acceptable, I hang my head in mock-shame and answer no. She asks why I did it, I, still hanging my head, say I don't know and I should be ashamed of myself. She yells at me for five to ten minutes about why what I did was wrong, I pretend to agree with everything she says. She talks quieter and more gently and we sit on the stairs, me with my crocodile tears and her and my dad hugging me. My mom tells me to go to bed, and my dad reminds me that I'm still punished. I nod, tell them I love them, and retreat to my room, where I have complete solitude.

Believe it or not, this happens at least once every two months.

I trotted up to my room, where I changed into PJ's (blue and white cotton striped shorts and tank top), tie my hair into a messy ponytail, and flop on my bed. I was exhausted, but I couldn't fall asleep. I tried sleeping with the TV on, sleeping with quiet music on, sleeping with nothing but my night light on, and sleeping in total darkness. Eventually, I just gave up and decided it was another all-nighter.

I flipped on the TV again and started watching sitcoms on Nick Nite. I was halfway into a George Lopez episode when someone was tapping at the window again. I got up, assuming it was Sarah, and opened the blinds.

After I saw who it was, I was so pissed off that I could hardly speak. I felt like I might explode. He just hovered there, grinning at me stupidly: that blond doofus that got me into this mess in the first place. I wanted to kill him.

"Hi!" Rory said. "I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked. Seething, I opened the window and invited him in so I didn't have to feel the hot summer air from outside. I had transferred to Whitechapel at the end of the school year, which was part of why I had been so pissed that they had shipped me here as the new student. The summers in Whitechapel were warm, night and day, so we always had our air conditioning going.

Rory hopped off the window sill and onto the floor, where I was glad that I had placed a large rug. He smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and sat back down on my bed, pretending to watch TV, but not really hearing the characters' dialogue.

"What do you want?" I asked, sounding even more pissed off than I felt. Taken aback by my tone, he stuttered. "I, uh.. just, uh.." I shot him a glare of death. "'Just, uh' what?" I asked harshly. His eyebrows pulled together. "You okay?" he asked. That was when I blew up. "NO!" I yelled. "No, I'm not okay! I moved to this tiny town where I barely know anyone, got bit by you, and became a freakin' VAMPIRE! Not to mention the fact that Benny is crazy-jealous because you won't leave me alone. Always you. Always stupid, goofy, sparkle-eyed, grin-faced Rory who-" Rory grabbed my shoulders and covered my mouth. Then he kissed me. Again.

Part of me was crying, part of me was raging mad, and part of me was jumping for joy. (Not literally, obviously. I really just stood there, eyes closed, with his arms on my shoulders and me on my tip-toes.) How could he kiss me again? For the third freakin' time? This kiss, however, was different. It was softer, and less intense. More gentle; with a way of calming me down enough to wrap my arms around his neck and shut up.

I was glad the door was locked.

ZOMFG. So intense... before you think like that, Mr. or Mrs. Dirtymind, they don't do it. So, nympho's, go away.

Don't stop now! Keep going! :D