Diary of a Vampeen by Christin Lovell

inevitably he was talking to my parents. “What am I
doing? I’ve got to get down there! I’ll call you later Mel,” I
exclaimed and closed the phone before she could answer.
    Not bothering to change or even brush
my teeth, I stomped downstairs to make my presence known. I didn’t
care how I came across; I just wanted him to know that this was not
acceptable. I reached the bottom of the stairs expecting, well, I
don’t know what I was anticipating, but it’s not what I heard. I
heard laughter; Mike and my parents were laughing. This was beyond
my mental capacity in my fuzzy state.
    I rounded the corner with hesitation
observing everyone’s body language. My dad sat on the end of the
sectional with his feet up on the chaise lounge, my mother sat
beside him and they both were looking at Mike, who was sitting next
to my mother telling them some story about who knows what. I felt
like I was dreaming. There was no other explanation for the scene
in front of me.
    “Good morning sleepy head,” my dad
greeted.
    Mike turned around and looked at me
for a minute before breathlessly stating, “Morning.”
    My mother watched the two of us, and,
weary of my expression, felt the need to explain. “Mike hasn’t been
here long sweetie. Did you sleep well?”
    I remained frozen in place, staring at
all three of them in disbelief.
    “Are you ok sweetie?” my mother asked,
concern dipped in the tiniest and only crease on her
forehead.
    “I’m fine, Mom,” I finally replied.
“Just didn’t expect to entertain a crowd the moment I woke up,” I
grumbled harshly while sneering at Mike. Did I mention that I’m
sometimes a bear when I first wake up? Like just returning to the
world from hibernation, at first I take in the scenery, but can
quickly attack without a moment’s notice if crossed. He was brave.
He got up and walked towards me.
    “Sorry babe. I know I should have
waited for you to call, but I couldn’t wait to see you.”
    I sighed, ignoring his gesture of
cause, and walked towards the kitchen. I grabbed the ingredients
for my bowl of cereal and sat at the island acting as if he wasn’t
there. He sat beside me, ignoring my signs.
    My mind was reeling with the
information Mel gave me. I expected Mike to be aggressive, overly
animated in a creepy way almost, based on Rando’s recollection, but
saw no signs.
    “Um, your mom and I are going to run
some errands. We’ll be back later. Will you be ok kiddo?” Dad
asked.
    “I’ll be fine. Have fun,” I mumbled
dismissively, taking my first bite.
    “It was nice seeing you again Mike,”
my mother cited as my parents scurried out the room.
    “You too,” he smiled
diligently.
    I couldn’t believe they were doing
this. They were leaving me here alone, with a guy, and not just any
guy, my boyfriend, on purpose. Was Kellan really that bad? They
seemed to love Mike today, yet Kellan was supposed to be like
family to them. I’m an intellectually advanced girl; I’m observant,
analytical to a fault. What was I missing? None of it made sense.
Why did they adore Mike yet despise Kellan in a silent sense? Then
again, why the heck did my mom push me to ask Kellan out somewhere
period? And why the heck was Mike at my house without an open
invitation?
    “What do you want Mike?” I asked
taking another bite and trying to mask my mounting
frustration.
    “I told you. I wanted to see you,” he
replied cheerfully. Wrong attitude to have with a grumpy
bear.
    “Well, you’ve seen me now.”
    “Listen babe, I know I’m not the first
person you wanted to see when you woke up this morning and I know I
should have waited for you to call before I came over. Hell. I
don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never been this way with a
girl before. I like you a lot Lex and can’t help feeling like I’m
losing you after last night, so please try to be understanding over
my sudden insanity,” he begged.
    I can’t explain the generosity that
consumed me, but I actually felt