Diary of a Vampeen by Christin Lovell Page A

compassion for him. Ironically,
Mike was one of my first crushes. Back in sixth grade, when Mel and
I first met him, I was infatuated with him. I liked him probably to
the degree that he did with me now. The only problem was I didn’t
feel the same anymore. I’d come to that conclusion as I fell asleep
the night before.
    I looked over at Mike, sitting beside
me with an anxious expression. Some time had passed since he talked
and I knew my lack of response was causing him anxiety, so I
finally spoke. “Did Mel ever tell you that I had a crush on you
back in sixth grade?”
    He smiled wide, inspiring a small grin
from me. “No. She didn’t.”
    “Well I did, but don’t let it go to
your head,” I warned. “I liked you the entire year,” I continued.
“Ok, like is a little weak. I was obsessed with you. I wouldn’t
shut up about you. Mel used to loathe you because of me,” I
laughed.
    He chuckled. “Really?”
    “Yup. I gave up on you though in
eighth grade when I decided you liked Mel,” I admitted. So the bear
could be tamed…
    “Ouch. That one stung a bit,” he
stated.
    “Sorry. Just telling the truth,” I
replied. I finished eating my cereal and got up to place the bowl
in the sink. He got down and followed.
    “So what did you think of the movie
last night?” he asked.
    “It was ok, kind of cheesy though,” I
shrugged. I walked over toward the sectional. I had no other place
to venture since he was still in the kitchen and I wasn’t quite
ready to show him my room given my attire.
    “You screamed quite a bit for someone
who thought the movie was cheesy,” he teased.
    “That’s exactly what Kellan said! Ugh.
I was not that bad.”
    “Yea, you kind of were,” he
smirked.
    “Ugh. Whatever,” I said throwing a
pillow at him.
    “Hey. Watch it!” he warned. He tossed
the pillow back onto the sofa as he came and sat about a foot away
from me.
    “Or what?!” I pushed.
    “Don’t think I forgot that you’re
ticklish.”
    “You wouldn’t dare,” I taunted giving
him my best dark look possible.
    “That’s what you think,” he said
before reaching across, closing the gap between us to tickle me.
His hands were all over, gently brushing my body in all my weakest
points. I was gasping for air between laughs and cries.
    “Stop!” I pleaded still in hysterics
as my body squirmed into a lying position. He huddled over me
without smothering me, but enough so I couldn’t escape his
torture.
    “What was that? You want more?” he
grinned, still hunched over me. It reminded me of a wrestling match
gone awry. I knew I was cornered so my only chance of survival was
to surrender.
    “Ok, okay!” I laughed. “I give up. I
give up!” I writhed still trying to escape his devious
fingers.
    He finally stopped. The moment he did
the atmosphere took a serious turn despite the stupid grin on my
face. He inched further on top of me, and my lips turned down. We
lost all humor in that moment as our eyes met. We stared at each
other for what seemed like eternity. Neither of us moved, locked by
a connection that appeared out of nowhere. Suddenly he wasn’t
hovering over me anymore; rather his body was limb for limb on top
of mine. His left arm supported his upper body while embracing me,
and he brought his right hand up running his fingers across my
cheek.
    I felt a tingling within me. I knew
what was coming and instead of being nervous, I was ready. Rapidly
his lips crushed against mine. They were warm and soft yet urgent
in their touch. His arms slid under my back pulling my chest
against his.
    We opened and closed our mouths in
unison. I could feel his breath on my tongue. It felt natural. It
felt like I had suppressed a lifetime of anguish and was finally
releasing it. His right hand slid along my shirt hem, but my arms
remained glued to my sides preventing his entry.
    It was becoming too much for me. I
felt the need for more slowly building, but I knew I wasn’t willing
to do more, especially given what