kick?"
That reply made Wendy give out a much needed laugh. She realized talking with her longtime friend proved to be a perfect distraction. "No, it's fine. I'm staying over at a friend’s house in Vancouver so I can see Markus off before his surgery." Wendy bit her lip as she waited for Jamie to stop sputtering in shock.
"Two things! One, Markus is getting the surgery and you didn't tell me?! And two, since when do you have other friends?!" That last question made Wendy frown. Was it really so hard to believe she had other friends in her life? Once again she felt the bitter sting from the mouth of her best friend. Jamie never meant to hurt her, but it was inevitable with the loose lips she was always sporting. At Wendy's silence Jamie sighed.
"Sorry, but I haven't talked to you in days! Last I saw you, you were sick and then I heard from the grapevine that you skipped? Do you know how worried I was? This is you we're talking about here. The one time I suggested we skip last year and you nearly had a panic attack!"
Shuffling on the bed, Wendy played with her blonde hair as she tucked her feet to the side. "Yes, I know. I just had my mind too preoccupied with everything." Wendy felt bad for leaving out the main reason but she wasn't lying. She just wasn't telling the entire truth.
"Well, that's what I'm here for. I'll lend a listening ear when you need it. How's Markus doing?" Jamie asked with some emotion in her voice. Wendy had to smile at her friend’s 'innocent' question. She knew Jamie had a thing for her older brother, but Markus was completely clueless. Her brother was more into sports than girls, which always seemed funny to her since he was so 'good looking,' as many other girls have put it. He's had girlfriends in the past but he usually dumped them and went single for football season when he used to play.
"He's excited but I think also scared for the surgery tomorrow. If all goes well, he'll live to see one hundred."
Wendy and Jamie continued to talk for the next hour. Joking, laughing, and a few nasty comments about Denise gave Wendy a much needed break. Wendy yawned and noted how exhausted she was, but her mind was too alert. When she said her goodbyes, she realized why. All she could think about was Vincent. Him and his fangs.
"This is so not going to work," she muttered as she tossed and turned. Nothing felt comfortable. Her own skin felt tight and itchy as she tried her best to fall asleep. Although she could feel herself start to drift, she couldn't quite get there. Her mind wouldn't let her. Sitting upright, she threw angry curse words at Vincent who was somewhere in this underground house. She stood up and walked to the door, feeling fatigue wash over her and a feeling of being pissed off. She wanted sleep and it just wasn't coming to her.
Wrenching the door open, she made her way to the living room thinking he would be there. She saw Anya and her new hair, giving her a momentary peaceful minute of distraction. "You look good."
And it was true. Anya’s darker hair made her alabaster skin glow and her eyes stand out more. She looked more dangerous instead of angelic. If it wasn't for her eyes, Wendy wouldn't have recognized her. Anya smiled in turn but went back to flipping through channels. "Do you think he'll like it?" she asked after a moment, not daring to look away from the television. Wendy nodded and had to give a small smile for how young Anya sounded.
Wendy knew Anya wasn't that much older than her, but the Russian often spoke with an air of maturity that greatly outmatched her own. Wendy always thought of herself as the most mature out of her class, and maybe that was true but, compared to the cool and calm of the used-to-be blonde, she looked like a regular high-school girl. Now though, Wendy could see the woman's insecurities and it was endearing. "I think he might be put off by the change since Darcy doesn't look like the person who enjoys change all too much, but he'll get used to
That reply made Wendy give out a much needed laugh. She realized talking with her longtime friend proved to be a perfect distraction. "No, it's fine. I'm staying over at a friend’s house in Vancouver so I can see Markus off before his surgery." Wendy bit her lip as she waited for Jamie to stop sputtering in shock.
"Two things! One, Markus is getting the surgery and you didn't tell me?! And two, since when do you have other friends?!" That last question made Wendy frown. Was it really so hard to believe she had other friends in her life? Once again she felt the bitter sting from the mouth of her best friend. Jamie never meant to hurt her, but it was inevitable with the loose lips she was always sporting. At Wendy's silence Jamie sighed.
"Sorry, but I haven't talked to you in days! Last I saw you, you were sick and then I heard from the grapevine that you skipped? Do you know how worried I was? This is you we're talking about here. The one time I suggested we skip last year and you nearly had a panic attack!"
Shuffling on the bed, Wendy played with her blonde hair as she tucked her feet to the side. "Yes, I know. I just had my mind too preoccupied with everything." Wendy felt bad for leaving out the main reason but she wasn't lying. She just wasn't telling the entire truth.
"Well, that's what I'm here for. I'll lend a listening ear when you need it. How's Markus doing?" Jamie asked with some emotion in her voice. Wendy had to smile at her friend’s 'innocent' question. She knew Jamie had a thing for her older brother, but Markus was completely clueless. Her brother was more into sports than girls, which always seemed funny to her since he was so 'good looking,' as many other girls have put it. He's had girlfriends in the past but he usually dumped them and went single for football season when he used to play.
"He's excited but I think also scared for the surgery tomorrow. If all goes well, he'll live to see one hundred."
Wendy and Jamie continued to talk for the next hour. Joking, laughing, and a few nasty comments about Denise gave Wendy a much needed break. Wendy yawned and noted how exhausted she was, but her mind was too alert. When she said her goodbyes, she realized why. All she could think about was Vincent. Him and his fangs.
"This is so not going to work," she muttered as she tossed and turned. Nothing felt comfortable. Her own skin felt tight and itchy as she tried her best to fall asleep. Although she could feel herself start to drift, she couldn't quite get there. Her mind wouldn't let her. Sitting upright, she threw angry curse words at Vincent who was somewhere in this underground house. She stood up and walked to the door, feeling fatigue wash over her and a feeling of being pissed off. She wanted sleep and it just wasn't coming to her.
Wrenching the door open, she made her way to the living room thinking he would be there. She saw Anya and her new hair, giving her a momentary peaceful minute of distraction. "You look good."
And it was true. Anya’s darker hair made her alabaster skin glow and her eyes stand out more. She looked more dangerous instead of angelic. If it wasn't for her eyes, Wendy wouldn't have recognized her. Anya smiled in turn but went back to flipping through channels. "Do you think he'll like it?" she asked after a moment, not daring to look away from the television. Wendy nodded and had to give a small smile for how young Anya sounded.
Wendy knew Anya wasn't that much older than her, but the Russian often spoke with an air of maturity that greatly outmatched her own. Wendy always thought of herself as the most mature out of her class, and maybe that was true but, compared to the cool and calm of the used-to-be blonde, she looked like a regular high-school girl. Now though, Wendy could see the woman's insecurities and it was endearing. "I think he might be put off by the change since Darcy doesn't look like the person who enjoys change all too much, but he'll get used to
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