(…) Trying to think of how to take the least crowded ways to class, so the least amount of people will stare at the hole in my neck. Sometimes it feels like it has a beacon in it, flashing for the entire world to see, except it’s not cool like the Bat signal.
because daytime leaves vampires less than, well, conscious, I told him, “Take your muffins to Boston and shut it, Terrance.
Do you have nicknames for any of your other brothers?”
The youngster squinted his dark gray eyes in concentration. “Well, Tristan is Dare, and sometimes he’s Tris; and Bradshaw is Shaw; and sometimes we call Andrew, Drew, but he doesn’t like that very much.”
“He says it’s a girls’ name, and then Shaw calls him Drusilla.
Oh man, Alex. That’s sad. Seriously, mate, go get yourself laid.”
“What?” He gave Baldrick a quick kiss on his little head–he didn’t care how stupid he looked, he loved his ugly cat–and put him down on his kitty bed in the corner.
“Isn’t that what single sad people do–get cats when they’ve given up on human companionship?
How much of my fever-induced dream was real? I felt safe assuming that my time as a bee was fiction, as well as a few mythological animals that I swear I’d seen. Then I’d lived on the sun with aliens.
No’ seems such a flimsy and inadequate little word to express how very little interest I have in hearing you rambling on about that particular topic.
And so the merry party began. It was one of those jolly, happy, bread-crumbling parties where you cough twice before you speak, and then decide not to say it after all.
Tex’s head snapped in my direction.
Fuckin’ A, woman, you’ve never had a s’more? he boomed
I shook my head.
Christ, everyone’s gotta have a s’more before they die. Fuck that shit, I’ll build a fire in my backyard tonight and I’ll stop by Kumar’s on the way home to get the stuff. Everyone can come by-
We found Trent and pulled him off the leggy girl. “Trent, it’s time to get home before your parents realize we snuck out.