"Jessie is a friend, yeah, I know he's been a good friend of mine. But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define"

Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield

THE SUN HAD set about half an hour ago as Sevyn was at the end of her yoga routine and about to do her cooldown. Hanging out with the boys for the past few weeks had thrown her sleep schedule way off. Nocturnal living suited her surprisingly well though.

She'd been practicing yoga since thirteen and become very good at it over the past six years. Between yoga and her gymnastics background, her flexibility was impressive. Starting her day with yoga not only boosted her mood but left her feeling relaxed.

Lost in the soft ambient thunderstorm sounds playing on her phone, Sevyn didn't hear the boys come in until a low whistle cut through the calm. She was doing a backbend king pigeon pose, balancing on one leg while her other leg was bent upwards, her foot behind her head. Her torso was twisted, her front arm reaching towards the floor. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. When she looked up, she found the boys staring at her with varying degrees of intensity.

Paul gaped at the petite girl. Her yoga pants and sports bra accentuated her impressive flexibility and her curves, making him feel flustered. Suddenly, his own pants felt too constricting, and he shamelessly reached down to adjust himself. He wanted her before, but now that desire had grown into a burning need.

Marko, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, mirrored Paul's stare. This girl was full of surprises. Who knew she was so bendy? Images flickered in his mind of him overpowering her, easily maneuvering her into positions without her whining about pain. A shiver ran down his spine, but he quickly pushed the thought away.

Dwayne, mostly curious, couldn't deny the picture before him was sexy. He admired the dedication and practice it clearly took to achieve an advanced pose. He wondered if she'd ever let him watch her routine – not in a creepy way like Paul or Marko, but because it looked genuinely relaxing to watch.

David's gaze burned with unbridled heat as she stretched, showcasing her toned body glistening with sweat. He wanted to sear the image of her into his memory. A lascivious smirk played on his lips, causing Sevyn to blush furiously. His smirk widened into a toothy grin at her reaction.

"Marry me?" Paul blurted out in a daze.

Sevyn, clearly embarrassed by their stares, muttered under her breath. She gracefully maneuvered herself upright, arms akimbo, and took a few deep breaths to regain her composure.

"What are you doing?" Marko finally asked, his grin lingering as he chewed on his thumb.

"Yoga," she replied curtly.

"You're very good at it. How long have you been practicing?" Dwayne inquired, genuinely impressed.

Her embarrassment deepened. No one had ever watched her before, and the intense scrutiny made her uncomfortable. Yet, a part of her couldn't deny the thrill of their heated gazes. A small flicker of pride ignited within her – she'd gotten a reaction.

"Six years. I also did gymnastics from six to thirteen until I grew boobs and had to become a cheerleader instead," Sevyn finally answered. She had several questions swirling in her head but settled on the ones that mattered. "How did you get in? Did we have plans or something?"

"We just wanted to see you, babe! Glad we came. That was hot, seriously bodacious bod," Paul chimed in, practically drooling over her. She noted he didn't answer her first question.

Dwayne reached over and smacked him on the back of the head, eliciting a yelp and a hand flying to the offended spot.

Sevyn fought back a smile. Clearing her throat, she said, "Okay, sure. Let's hang out, but I gotta shower first. You guys want to try my weed tonight? I have a ton. Stocked up right before I came," she offered, leaving out the detail that most of it wasn't exactly "bought."

Paul and Marko perked up at the mention of pot. She'd hyped it up the other night, and they were both curious and excited - especially Paul.

"Hell yeah!" Paul cheered.

"Yeah, alright. Let's see what you got," David shrugged, his cool demeanor returning, refusing to give her an inch.

Sevyn rolled her eyes and gestured for them to relax before heading towards her room upstairs. "I won't be long. My phone's on the music app, feel free to browse and play whatever."

Twenty minutes later, Sevyn emerged in cut-off shorts and a graphic tee that said "Fantasizing about monsters under my bed" with claw marks ripping through the word "monsters." She left her hair to air dry and walked in holding rolling papers, a metal container, and a vape pen.

Marko noticed the shirt and burst out laughing. "You're a weird chick, pixie girl."

She shrugged, setting the supplies on the table as Blink 182 blared through the Bluetooth speakers. "This is me. Take it or leave it."

"What's this?" Paul inquired, picking up her blue vape pen.

She smiled, reclaiming it. "This, my handsome friend, is a vape pen. It's concentrated THC."

Paul's eyes widened in amazement, and he bounced in his seat. "Can I try it? Please?"

Sevyn chuckled and nodded. "That's why I brought it out. But if you don't like it, I also got some flower," she admitted, almost as excited as him. "Vapes are easy. Just inhale like a joint and stop pulling when you're done. The little light will turn on when it's working and turn off when you stop. This strain even tastes like blueberries! Some brands have flavored options."

Impatient, Paul took a large hit – too large – followed by a suppressed cough. It was a little harsher than his usual joints, but the blueberry flavor was undeniable. "Damn, babe! That's good shit," he exclaimed, passing the vape to Marko.

The smaller vampire eyed it cautiously before taking a tentative puff. Unlike Paul, he exhaled smoothly, his body visibly relaxing. "Yeah, that's good stuff. Here, Dwayne, you gotta try this."

The vape made its rounds until Sevyn retrieved it with a satisfied grin. "See, I told you my stuff was good. Keep it, I have plenty more."

Paul, overcome with enthusiasm, leaned in for a clumsy kiss on her cheek before snatching the vape back for another hit.

Sevyn scowled playfully. "Don't overdo it. Two puffs, then see how you feel," she advised.

After two hits each, the effects kicked in. Paul and Marko were rocking out to The Offspring, Dwayne delved into one of Sevyn's books, and David fiddled with her phone. Sevyn contentedly rested her head in Dwayne's lap, enjoying the sensation of his fingers stroking her hair.

Suddenly, David's voice broke the comfortable silence. "Hey, kitten, what does NSFW mean?"

Sevyn's eyes snapped open, and she lunged for her phone, startling Dwayne who momentarily glared at her before returning to his book.

"Don't look at that!" she shrieked, clutching the phone protectively. How did he even find that folder? He must have been playing with her phone for a while without her noticing.

Damn weed…

David's eyebrows shot up, and the other three turned their attention to the flustered pink-haired girl.

"It means not safe for work," she mumbled, cheeks burning. "Basically, stuff you wouldn't want your boss to see you looking at."

"So, what's on there that's so bad?" The four vampires stared at her with genuine curiosity, oblivious to the deeper meaning behind the term. Sevyn, determined to keep her phone's contents a secret, huffed.

"Nothing you guys need to see," she declared haughtily.

David, ignoring her protest, snatched the phone before she could lock it and swiftly accessed the mysterious folder.