You can stop throwing the rotten tomatoes at me! I updated! =). Naw, seriously, sorry for the lack of update for a while. I had like, a brain block on this story lol. Luckily, I managed to squeeze out an update for you guys. If there was ever a time I needed you guys' help, its now. I'm like...beyond fucked with this story, 'cause I'm running out of God damned ideas. In other words...HELP! Please? =). Seriously, I'm like begging you guys lol. PLEASE!
Disclaimer: Still not mine....
I sat staring at the ocean a mile or so away. Whoever told James is was a good idea to have a Vampire house next to the ocean was either stupid or...no, he was definitely stupid.
"What's up your ass?" Lucifer asked from his spot under my car.
"Nothing up my ass, douchebag." I grabbed the wrench and tried to throw his at his foot. It was too high though, and crashed into the driver's side door.
"The fuck was that?!" He got up and inspected the damage. "Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me!" His foot slammed into the tire, effectively denting the rim and putting a hole in the tire.
"Looks like you have some work to do." I half-skipped, half-ran away from him before he got the chance to chase me. Stupid wolf boy would've probably taken me down.
"What are you running away from?" Joesph asked as I bolted into the house.
"Your brother." Not the ocean, or anything. What kind of an idiot would run away from an over-sized pool? Not me. Nope, not Ashley Davies.
"Sure..." he laughed and moved a strand of hair off of his face. He really needs to cut it; that boy's hair is like longer than mine, I think. "I'm having a friend from school come over not to soon from now, so do you think you could avoid running around the--"
"Joey?!" A blonde-haired girl ran up to him and looked like she was hugging him to death. When she finally pulled away, the two were smiling at each other like complete idiots, and Joesph was laughing to himself.
"I thought you were gonna bail on me." His grin widened. In response, she leaned over and kissed him on his pale cheek. Now, it was a light shade of pink.
"Color looks good on you, Joey!" Lucifer mocked as he playfully slapped his brother on the shoulder. Joe just rolled his eyes and literally pushed Lucifer out of the way. Like the douche he is, Lucas pushed him back. Before you knew it, the two were having this "brotherly brawl" going on.
"So I guess your Joey's mother?" The two boy's froze at the blonde's words. I think all three of us were about to yell out no, but a middle-aged looking man walked into the house and we all shut our mouths. Why? I don't know. Its like I did it without even realizing it.
"Be polite, Mary," the older man's voice seemed to boom throughout the house. It wasn't a bad thing though. I can't explain it, but its like he had this leading voice I guess. When he speaks, you just HAVE to listen. "Sorry for my daughter's lack of manners due to her enthusiasm to see Joesph." He looked at Joey, and for a second it looked like he was trying to kill him with some eye-laser beam. "That is my daughter, Mary."
"Ashley, this is Mr. David." Joey nodded in his direction as the man stuck his hand out.
"Um...nice to meet you." I awkwardly shook it before abruptly pulling away. I think that fucker's hand gave me an electric shock!
"Joesph, where are your parents?" Yeah, adults with the adults. At least he doesn't think I'm the little brats parents. Nope, she's long gone.
"Angela's out back," Lucifer answered. He swung the ratchet he was holding over his shoulder. "She's keeping me company while I fix Ashley's car."
"What about your other mother?" The man's eyes seemed to be searching the entire house for any sign of her. No luck, buddy.
"She's not here..." The two brother's said simultaneously.
I tossed back the remote she attempted to throw at my head after I "accidentally" changed the TV to the porn channel. What? Its not my fault I just happen to hit those exact numbers. Hey, shit happens!
"Everything okay in here, girls?" Spencer's mom called from the kitchen, salad bowl in hand.
"Everything's fine mom." Spence rolled her eyes, but continued laughing.
She's been wanting me to meet her family since I started sneaking into her room. Why? That way I don't actually have to sneak into her room. Makes sense.
"You sure you'll be fine on the floor tonight, Alex?" Me and Spencer both held in a laugh at the use of my fake name. Now that she knows EVERYTHING, I actually feel really comfortable around her. I wish I knew her before all of this happened, then maybe we could've actually been really good friends without me having to watch her ass 24/7. Not literally, 'cause she's at least ten years younger than me, and that'd be very awkward. Jesus Christ! I'm starting to sound like a fucking teenager again!
"Mom, I'm sure she'll be fine," Spencer answered for me. Paula just walzted back into the kitchen and continued making the final parts of tonight's dinner.
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What's the best part of being what I am? I'll tell you.
The fact that there's no secrets anyone could keep from me. From the moment I meet someone, they're just a big, open book. Sometimes, its a good thing. It helps me know what they're thinking. If they're going to do something stupid, what they're planning. Stuff like that. Other times, I'd rather have it be that I didn't know everything.
But now, I'm happy for being what I am. Now, I'm sitting in Spencer's room listening, and even seeing the pair's conversation. Its good to be the devil.
"So, you don't completely hate her, do you?" Spencer asked. She actually looked nervous; like she wanted her mother to accept me.
"She's actually really nice, Spence. You can tell Alex she's welcome here anytime." The older blonde had a genuine smile on her face.
"You're going into work soon, right?" Spencer was shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. Why? I don't know. Body language is different than thoughts.
"Yeah, sorry sweetie." She ruffled Spencer's blonde hair a bit. "I'm working a double, so I won't be back until this time tomorrow probably." At this, the younger blue-eyed woman perked up.
"Okay, Mom. I'll see you tomorow. Love you." She leaned forward and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek before walking into her bedroom.
I gave her a questionable look before she sat down next to me on the bed, and started leaning close to me.
I waltzed into Angela's room. Didn't knock, didn't ask. Just walked right in.
"Do you knock?" she asked from her bent-over position, going through her dresser.
"Nope." I laughed, and I caught a glimpse of her smiling as she stood up straight and turned to me. "So, what was up with that chick and her dad?"
"Oh, Mary and Gino?" I nodded. "Well, Joesph has a little crush on her, I guess. So, he asked her to come over and hang out, but her dad wanted to see the place, so yeah." Way to make a long story short.
"Oh. He kept like, looking around for Shannon," I stated blatantly, not even realizing what I said until she visibly tensed up. "What?" What?! Do you really need to ask?! You're talking about her wife, that left her, like its nothing! Of course she'd tense up!
"They know each other," she answered, still tense.
"Oh. What, old classmates or something? From like, way back in the day when she was all normal?"
"Not at all," she said as she loosened up a bit. "Trust me, he's the farthest from normal."
"Well, that's descriptive." My sarcasm wasn't lost on her, and she laughed. "Care to explain?"
"Him and Shannon were pretty close, oddly enough--" I interrupted.
"Why is it odd?"
"If you'd let me explain without cutting me off, you'd find out." I nodded, she continued. "So, him and Shannon were close. When she would get injured from a fight, or anything, he'd be there to help her out, because the human hospitals aren't exactly accessible to her anymore. So, they had each other's back, I guess." She paused for a breath. "Although him and Shannon were okay with each other, once he found out about his daughter's feelings for Joey, he wasn't so accepting of him and her's relationship...or him in general."
"And...?"
"That's why he probably gave Joey the "look of death" when he saw him. He's old-fashioned, to a degree, and believes that his daughter should be with one of her kind." She looked kind of aggravated as she spoke. Hell, if someone was pissed ass at my son, I'd probably be the same.
"Her kind? So, they're like you and Lucas, and Joey too?"
"Think higher, Ashley."
"God, what's with your family and all this cryptic shit?!" I threw my hands up dramatically. "What is he, like the fucking Vampire king or some shit?" She laughed.
"Farthest from it. When I said higher, I didn't mean in the ranks or titles, Ashley. I meant literally, think higher up." She pointed to the ceiling. "His first name is Gino, last name David, middle name Oswald. Initials G.O.D. His daughters name is Mary. My son's name is Joesph. His daughter and my son are a couple. Do you get it, Ashley? Do you understand it?"
"Okay, I know you probably know more about all this supernatural crap than me, but I think I know enough about religion to know that God's like, kind of dead!" Seriously, she's gotta be BSing me. There's no way that I shook hands with...God...
"You also thought vampires didn't exsist, or werewolves, or anything of that matter. Earth to Ashley, now you live in a house filled with vampires." She was trying to hold back a laugh, so all she did was have this all-knowing smile on her face.
"You're kidding..." I ran my hand through my brown hair in an attempt to process all this.
"Not at all." It didn't help. I didn't process shit!
I was now laying flat on my back on her bed, with her hovering on top of me.
Well, not completely on top of me. There was luckily some air still between us. It didn't make it any less weirder though!
"So, you're mom's cool with me. At least that means I don't have to come in through the window every night." I laughed, shakily. I was flipping my fucking shit!
"You don't have to sleep on the floor. You know that, right?" She ran her hand over the comforter. "There's enough room for the both of us."
I gulped, and she moved closer, again. If I wasn't flipping my shit before, my shit was being flipped to high-holy-hell now!
"Your mom's still here." Yeah, state the obvious, Shannon. You're just as pathetic as you were back in high school.
"She's downstairs getting ready to leave." She ran her finger across my lips...on my face! God, I'm a fucking pervert! Only I would think of that the wrong way! "And she's not coming back until REALLY late tomorrow." For someone that used to look so innocent, she looked pretty evil right now.
"Oh. So, um, that means I can sleep in." I made a pathetic attempt to laugh and lighten the mood, but it didn't work.
Before I could say anything even dumber than I've been, she...she kissed me...
SHE FUCKING KISSED ME!