He stood to the side waiting for her to show up. He knew she was going to be there because he'd seen her RSVP yes on the eVite.
So yeah...he knew she'd be there.
He waited by the door glancing up at it every few seconds not wanting to miss her, knowing she'd make an entrance.
She always did.
He always watched her.
But tonight? Tonight would be different.
She arrived looking gorgeous. Wearing one of these dresses that fit like a second skin.
She flitted around a bit and waved in his direction as she spoke to everyone she knew.
She waved at him...because she knew him.
And he decided to make his move.
"Christy...can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure Joshua...what's up?"
They walked off to the balcony for a bit of privacy.
"So yeah...I was thinking...I mean...wondering...if you'd like to go to dinner or something one day."
"Oh...gosh Joshua...that's so sweet...but...yeah...no. I don't date vampires."
"I mean...I just assumed...you mean you aren't?"
"Well yeah...but...how'd you know?"
"It's not like it's a big secret or anything. I mean...your skin is all pasty...your eyes are red. Dude...you always look hungry and you've been like...22 for like...forever. Oh...and yeah...the way you hold your mouth...you know...so people don't see your pointy teeth? Well...when you laugh out loud...you can see them. Not really a secret."
"Oh. I guess I didn't think..."
"I mean it's no biggie if that's who you are and whatnot. I mean...it's cool...I just don't date vampires."
"That's kinda prejudiced isn't it?"
"Oh no...it's not prejudiced...it's simply...what's the word...preference. I PREFER not to date vampires. That whole drinking blood thing is just ew. And yeah...you guys are always cold right? I'm not into that. And dude...you drive a Volvo."
"Volvos are the safest cars on the road."
"I know...that's why my dad bought my mom one. But seriously...what do you need to be safe from? It's not like there is much that can kill you. Live a little...you know what? You should buy a bitching bike."
"So...we can't ever go out?"
"Not unless you can stop being a vampire." She laughed. "Okay...that was cruel. I know you can't change back. But dude...seriously...thanks for asking. I'm flattered."
"You're just going to diss me like that? You're not scared of me? I mean...what if I turned you into a vampire...would you date me then?"
"No I am not scared of you. I'm sure you've heard the name Pascal Louis...well...that's my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great Grandfather. He's high ranking in that whole vampire world and yeah...he'd probably kill you."
"Pascal Louis is your great, great...you know how many...great Grandfather? How'd that happen?"
"Hell if I know. My mom doesn't let him talk about it much. Says it's a distraction." She sighed. "Hey...I...um...I gotta get back to the party. Nice talking to you. I'll see you around."
"Yeah...um...thanks...um...too. Tell Mr. Louis I said hi."
"Prolly not. He won't know you so he won't care. Enjoy the party!"
She went back into the party.
He decided to go home and read.
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