ThugWorkout wrote:
Poppy was just leaving the library. It was the end of the school day and she knew that if she wasn't home by 3.45, her parents would have gone completely mental and ground her, not that they allowed her to go anywhere anyway. Pulling down her skirt beneath her bottom, she shrugged on her knitted sweater and slung her bag over her shoulder, heading out as fast as she could whilst scrambling to throw all of her books into her satchel. The loud noise of the bus horn as it sped down the road rang in her ears. "Damn it!" She stomped a little, frustrated. Now how was she going to get home?
Butterflies filled Cameron's stomach as he walked down the street. He'd been doing this for at least half an hour whilst he attempted to think up how exactly he was going to explain everything. How a vampire had attacked him but he had survived. How he was now immortal. How he would crave her blood but would never take it from her. It was such a mix of emotions that he just could no longer feel, not properly. Finally plucking up the courage, he glanced down at his Rolex watch. 12.08 am. Not too late. Heading back down, he fixed his hair and cleared his throat, the large bouquet of red roses behind his back, he rang the doorbell and waited.
Poppy was just leaving the library. It was the end of the school day and she knew that if she wasn't home by 3.45, her parents would have gone completely mental and ground her, not that they allowed her to go anywhere anyway. Pulling down her skirt beneath her bottom, she shrugged on her knitted sweater and slung her bag over her shoulder, heading out as fast as she could whilst scrambling to throw all of her books into her satchel. The loud noise of the bus horn as it sped down the road rang in her ears. "Damn it!" She stomped a little, frustrated. Now how was she going to get home?
Butterflies filled Cameron's stomach as he walked down the street. He'd been doing this for at least half an hour whilst he attempted to think up how exactly he was going to explain everything. How a vampire had attacked him but he had survived. How he was now immortal. How he would crave her blood but would never take it from her. It was such a mix of emotions that he just could no longer feel, not properly. Finally plucking up the courage, he glanced down at his Rolex watch. 12.08 am. Not too late. Heading back down, he fixed his hair and cleared his throat, the large bouquet of red roses behind his back, he rang the doorbell and waited.



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