[♥]: Lovebitten, literally.

Recap:

Maybe, just maybe it would work.

OK, so I knew it wouldn't.. But I turned off the computer and got ready for bed, hoping that I would soon be met by a hot, steamy vampire. Yum.

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The next morning, I woke up in a rush. I had slept through my first alarm and had to skip my shower - lovely, just lovely. Walking to the washroom, I relived myself and then washed my hands. I quickly washed my face, adding the makeup I wore, and then brushed through my hair quickly. The efforts I had made to straighten it the day before had been ruined, so my hair had a bit of a wave to it. No biggie. I went back into my room and quickly got dressed in a pair of black and pink tripp pants, with a Hello Kitty tank and a white and black Hurley hoodie ontop. This would have to do.

I had no time for breakfast, and I also had no time to brush my teeth. Fabulous.

Walking out the door I called out to my Mom "See you later, I'm running late, heading off to school!" and closed the door quickly behind me. As I walked down the block I went into my messenger bag and produced a packet of gum - this would have to do. I popped one into my mouth and walked across the intersection, bumping past a couple of people as I went.

I walked another block and then took another light, heading past the old park with the wooden playground and rusty old swings. I continued on my way until I came to a stone wall, and passed through the opening into my schoolyard. People were already filing themseleves through the front door, so I hurried as quickly as possible. No timeto go to my locker either, I guessed.

Shuffling into my first period class, I spotted an empty seat near the back and pulled out a scrap piece of paper and a pen. This was my English class - probably one of my favourite classes of the whole semester. I waited until Josey made her way into the classroom and waved a bit at her - she came and sat down into the empty desk beside me, smiling with a thanks.

The bell rang and Mr.Varner made his way into the classroom, adressing us all politely and then resigning to his desk. I then glanced toward the front board, it read "Tasks: 1. Read your Independant Study Novels for 50 minutes. 2. Class discussion on the concepts of Shakespearean playwrites - 15 minutes." Easy enough.

I took out my newest book, The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova, and resumed reading from my marked place.

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The bell had just rung, and I was finally free of school - Josey, Kayleigh, Bo and I had talked laps around the school at lunchtime, and I had managed to create the base of my pottery assignment for art class. The day really didn't seem all that productive, but who was I to judge?

I made my way home, across the traffic lights and down the long streets. When I reached the familiar peeling white door of my house, I sighed a bit heavily and walked myself in. "Hello?" I called, no one was home. How boring.

I went to the fridge to grab something to eat, and made my way up to my room, turning on my computer as I went. I finished up the package of Dad's Oatmeal cookies I had taken and sat down at my computer desk, logging into my account and waiting for the programs and applications to load.

Clicking the little icon for Firefox, I also jabbed at iTunes - No, I would not like to update to version 7.6.1 I thought, declining the annoying offer. My computer had limited space, and I needed to keep as much of the memory free as possible.

I signed into MySpace, rexsponding to a couple of messages and photo comments, and then logged into Facebook to see the latest updates I had there. A couple of Wall posts, a couple of picture comments, the usual. I responded accordingly and then made my way to Vampire Freaks. Clicking the cult updates, I read over sets of polls and questions along with random invites to picture contests and sneak peaks to the upcoming Twilight movie. This is why I love Twilighters, I thought to myself.

I opened up another tab to the Firefox screen and staired blankly at the white page for a moment or two - I wonder, has anyone noticed me on Lovebitten yet? I thought, absentmindedly. I typed in the web URL and signed into my account.

"Whoa." I breathed aloud. I had gotten so many reviews.. "You're really beautiful, wanna go catch a bite? ;)" one person sent, I snorted - Ewe, no. I read another aloud, "Marie-Antoinette and I may not have hit it off all those centuries ago - but, her skin wasn't quite as tantalising as your own. May I take a bite?"

Er.. How about no.

I was considering deleting my account, seeing as I had only gotten attention from the wannabe's that obviously were trying too hard.. I mean, those pickup lines were pretty bad. And, I had expected a more suave and sophisticated mannor from a real vampire. They must've just been fakes.

Just then, I recieved a request for an instant messaging conversation. I clicked yes, clearly bored out of my mind, and read;

Trés.V! : Hello, my name is Trey Vanderbilt. You're Skyla, I presume; and, how are you?

I hadn't expected such polite words, so I answered back as courtiously as I could manage.

Sky.xo : Um. I'm doing well, and you?

I waited a couple of moments, staring at the laptop screen..

Trés.V! : Fairly well, thanks. So, pink hair hm?

I laughed a bit.

Skyla.xo : Yeah, my friends say no other colour could possibly fit my personailty.

Trés.V! : Interesting. I've never dyed my hair before, the permanance is quite frightening, lol.

Skyla.xo : Aw. that's alright.. You can always use demi-permanant dyes.. So, whereabouts do you live?

I mused, Wow, this guy isn't half bad. I mean, he hasn't used a cheezy pickup like so far and he doesn't sound like a psychotic wannabe vampire.

Trés.V! : Toronto, naturally. The cold doesn't really other me, lol. And you?

Skyla.xo : Oh, lol. I live in Toronto, too. That's a strange coincidence.

Trés.V! : Very.

Within the next couple of hours I got to know Trey more and more, bit by bit. I found that he was in the twelveth grade too, that he had spent the last 7 years in Chicago, him and I had much the same music taste, and that we both had an interest in the arts. Trey was fun to talk to, and I enjoyed our conversation thoroughly.

When it was time for me to sign off I felt a pang of sadness in my chest, I was having much too much fun talking with him..

Trés.V! : Oh, no well personally I like Claude Monet's the best, it's so cliché I know, but his painting of the bridge over the pond of lillypads is exquisite. He was way ahead of his time, in my personal opinion.

Skyla.xo : Hmm, well I still stick behind the works of Sandro Botticelli and Michelangelo. Their works were gorgeous!

Trés.V! : Well then, I can't disagree with that now can I, Sky?

I smiled a bit at my nickname - strange how this guy was growing on me so fast.

Skyla.xo : No, no you can't. lol

Skyla.xo : Anyways, I have to leave now - it's getting late, and I need to sleep.

A few moments later, and I recieved his reply.

Trés.V! : Alright. Goodnight; Skyla, sweet dreams.

Skyla.xo : Sweet dreams to you too.

I quickly set my status to 'appear offline' and headed for the bathroom. Gathering my things, I washed my face and brushed my teeth, then relived myself. Washing my hands I looked into the mirror, and noticed that I had a faint blush to my cheeks.. Strange.

Walking back into my room, I slipped on a pair of Pink Floyd boxer bottoms and a white wifebeater, then slinked over to my computer. I paused the music I had been playing (Underoath - Reinventing your exit) and exited iTunes. Next I exited my MSN, and turned to my Firefox page with the open messages and goodbye from Trey - he was still online? How odd.

I exited my Firefox window and shut down the computer, heading over to my bed and falling asleep right as my head hit the pillow.

That's it for now you guys - I hope to be getting this story going a bit faster sometime soon. Introductions are so time consuming, lol.

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