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With each silent step he took towards her, Angie could feel her heart pump faster and faster. Slowly sinking in her bed, Angie pulled her blanket up, covering everything but her eyes. This didn't go unnoticed by Adam, as he stopped dead in his tracks and frowned at the nervous girl in front of him. He didn't need his vampire senses to see how uncomfortable she seemed, so he took a step back towards the door. Clearly she felt uneasy in his presence because as he walked back towards the door, she pulled the blanket away from her face and sat up a little bit in her bed. A spark ignited within him. He was now determined to find out why she was afraid of him, and he was willing to do anything to gain her trust again, which, he somehow managed to lose by only saying a few words to her. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked up to see he was back at the doorway he had just been at a few moments ago. Still wary of the pair of eyes on him, he caught her gaze and smiled. Her gaze shot away from him and searched desperately for something—anything to look at.

"Hey," he said, half-heartedly, still holding her gaze.

Failing to ignore his presence, Angie's gaze slowly went back to the man standing in her room. Still not able to look him in the eyes, she stared at the doorframe directly above him. It was a trick she learned from her friends. Because she was so shy, making eye contact was not something she could do easily. So, a friend taught her that if she looked a little bit above a person, it would appear that she was making eye contact without actually doing it.

"H-h-hi," she whispered, mentally cursing herself. Of all times to begin stuttering, it had to be now. When she was nervous, she would stumble over her words and talk really quickly. She knew a lot people did that, but she had yet to meet one.

"So, I, uh, I see that you ate your dinner," he began, running a hand through his hair.

She nodded, slowly.

"Um, and that you washed your dishes." Taking his hand from his hair, he placed it on the doorframe, only to move it to his hair a fraction of a second later.

Were all vampires this awkward? She always knew Adam was a bit arrogant and never had an awkward moment in his life. But this, (as much as she was enjoying it) this was awkward. He couldn't stop fidgeting and it reminded her of those moments when you're sitting in class and your professor asks a question but no one answers and a dead silence ensues.

Yes, her life revolved around school and most of her analogies involved school. She was a dork that way, or so she was told.

He cleared his throat. "I –I mean, you didn't have to do them, I would have. But thank you for doing them," he finished, looking at the floor.

Boy, her floors must've been interesting. He never really looked anywhere else. She mentally rolled her eyes.

"It's the least I could do," she said, finally finding her voice, "after all, you did get my dinner. I never thanked you for that. So, uh thanks." She muttered the last part, looking at him.

With him looking at the floor, she found it much easier to look at him. However, that was short-lived, as his head shot up to look at her. This time, she didn't look away.

He shuffled his feet a little. This conversation felt weird, like the moment a mutual friend leaves the room, leaving two people who barely know each other to make small talk until said friend comes back.

"If you don't mind, I invited some of my friends over to watch the game. But like I said, only if you don't mind." The last part came out as a whisper.

Truthfully, she did mind. She didn't really like people coming over to her house. Heck, she barely invited her own friends over. Because her house was so big, she disliked showing it to people, fearing they would think she was some rich, arrogant snob.

"Your real friends or the other ones?" Weird question, she knew that much. However, because Adam was a vampire, and because he was kind of old, he couldn't wander around with the same group of people all the time. So, to curb this, every few years, he would get a 'new group' of human friends around his age. But, he did have his 'real friends' who were vampires just like him. They would meet, not often as they wanted, but enough to still know everything about each other.

"Real ones," he answered.

Lovely, she thought. Being stuck in a house full of vampires sounded just wonderful. Not to mention they were all guys, so she wouldn't really have anyone to talk to.

"No," she replied, "I don't mind." Not wanting to argue by telling him no, her eyes left his and returned to the TV, which was about to play her show.

"Thanks," he said, with a small smile.

She put the volume up for her show. Vampire Diaries was just starting, with the previous weeks clips showing. Angie heard a snicker come from her door. Three guesses who that was? This time, she didn't hide her eye roll. She looked over from her show and saw a laughing Adam looking at the TV and then at Angie.

"I can't believe you watch this," he laughed, noticing the look of irritation upon her face. "It's just that it's so—"

"I'm sorry, but don't you have somewhere to be?" She asked, half annoyed, half upset.

That shut him up instantly.

"Right, yeah. Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. I'm just downstairs, so not that far away..."

She missed the last part. When her shows were on, she had a tendency to ignore people. It wasn't her fault that some shows were so good.

"Mmhm, yeah, thanks," she muttered, vaguely feeling his presence leave the room.

Commercial break rolled around—a little too quickly in her opinion.

Ah well, she thought, food time.

Considering she hadn't eaten much today, and was on an emotional rollercoaster, she was entitled to eating junk food. Getting off her bed and tossing the apple aside, she stretched and headed towards the kitchen for the millionth time today.

Something in the back of her mind told her to stay away from the kitchen. Nothing good was happening there today. Well, as they say, third time's the charm.

Feeling a little more comfortable, she didn't feel the need to run or look over her shoulder like a paranoid freak anymore. As the approached the kitchen, Angie could see the living room and within it, she could see Adam moving the furniture around so his friends could see the game. Jeez, how many people was he expecting?

She headed back into the kitchen and pulled open the drawer she knew the chips were stored in, and sure enough, there they were. Pulling out a big bag, she ripped it open on the spot and pulled out a chip, not caring how loud she was being. After all, Mr. Vampire in the next room probably heard her coming the moment she got out of her bed, so he could surely hear her in the kitchen. Taking the bag with her, she walked to the fridge and pulled out a can of pop. She glanced around the room, and when she was certain she had everything, she twirled and headed back towards her room. The commercials were probably still running, so she knew she had a few more moments.

Turning off the light in the kitchen, as it had finally started getting dark outside, Angie skipped to the staircase, when it happened.

The doorbell rang.

It wouldn't have been so traumatic if Angie wasn't standing right in front of it. She froze and stared at it, unsure of what to do. His friends were on the other end, as she could hear them laughing and yelling at each other. She felt like she was fighting a battle internally. Where the heck was Adam? Setting her food on the bottom step of the staircase, she walked towards the door and put her hand on the intricate, silver handle, about to open it.

No, she thought. I should just go back to my room and let him deal with it.

She knew she was chickening out, but she couldn't care less. Angie's hand was about to leave the handle and she turned to leave, but it felt as if a wall appeared behind her. A hand stretched out and covered her own, which was still latched onto the handle. She looked over to see Adam's chest flush with her back and, as her gaze shifted towards his face, she saw a small smile pull at his lips, as he slowly twisted handle to reveal the guests standing on the other side. Knowing that fighting him was not an option, she sighed heavily and shifted her body back towards the door.

I officially hate doors and kitchens, she thought bitterly, feeling her heart begin to race.