Hooray! :] I wrote a little more! Sorry it's been forever; my dad likes to hog the computer. (it's feasible that I've told you this already, but idgaf.)
Also, I'd like to say that I love your comments and feedback, but not when it's totally bashing my story. : Yes, I know some of you may not like Rory's place in my story, but I GET THAT. I don't need extra commentary from the Peanut Gallery. (heh, Peanut Gallery. Lol.)
Sorry I had to get a bit harsh there. ^-^" Much love still, for ALL my readers. :3
DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Babysitter's a Vampire: The Series © Fresh TV & Teletoon/Disney Channel. I also do not own a large, pink cashmere sweater previously owned by an elephant named Julio.
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&on with the story! :D
I woke up the next morning, totally disoriented. I sat up and looked around. Asleep on the floor was Rory, with a small pillow from my chair in the corner and a blue blanket. I realized I must have passed out last night, so he tucked me in and knocked out on the floor, hopefully to make sure I was okay and not to stalk me.
I climbed out of bed, got clean clothes from my drawer, and locked myself in the bathroom so I could take a shower and get dressed. I wasn't sure where everything was going to go from here.
After I was dressed in a pair of grey short shorts, a red tank top, and a white vest, I combed my hair. I didn't bother straightening it. It hung naturally straight anyhow; it just wouldn't have that layered effect. I didn't care much.
I left the bathroom, steam pouring out of the doorway as I walked out. Sighing, I walked over to my dresser to throw on some mascara and lip balm. Granted, I wouldn't be able to see myself in the mirror, but whatever. "Hi?" A voice said from behind me. I almost had a heart attack. I turned around, laughing bitterly. "Hi." I said. Rory tried to smile at me, but I turned around so I didn't have to look him in the eye. He waved his hand in front of my face. "You okay?" he asked. I pushed his hand away. "I'm fine." I said. I sounded tired, but I was totally overwhelmed by everything that was going on. I unlocked my door and poked my head out, listening. When I thought no one was home, I gestured for Rory to follow me down the stairs and to the kitchen, so I could get some breakfast before kicking him out and going about my usual Sunday schedule. He rolled down the hallways and crept down the stairs like a spy, and slid across the walls, looking back and forth before giving me the signal to follow. "What are you doing?" I asked while he sat kneeling behind the couch. He looked up. "I'm a vampire-ninja," he said as if it was common knowledge. "and you should be quiet. Don't want you to get into any trouble, do we?" He pulled me down by the wrist so I was next to him on the floor. He wasn't paying attention to me; he was busy making sure the coast was clear, but I was freaking out. He really did like me, didn't he? "Why are you so worried about what happens to me?" I asked, whispering this time. He looked around the corner before pulling me with him into the kitchen. The door almost slammed shut behind me, but I stuck my foot out so it would close with a quiet click. Rory sat down at the table. "'Cause," he said, "you're like one of those glass dolls. You're fragile, and special, and if anything happens to you..." he didn't finish, partly because he didn't want to and partly because we both heard footsteps. My eyes widened and we threw alarmed glances at each other before he scrambled to hide under the table as the footsteps came closer and closer...
ZOMFG! :O oh noes...!