Diary of a Vampeen Read Free

past few days but questioned myself since I had a tendency to
overanalyze things. Perhaps they were simply nervous about how fast
I was growing up. It must be hard on a parent. And to make matters
worse, I would be of the legal age to drive. My mother had always
been keyed up to teach me but my dad was scared silly over the
whole idea; he looked ready to have a heart attack the first time
we mentioned it.
    As we continued to walk, browsing the
magazines, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of him. I could
still picture his face as if he were right in front of me; his eyes
piercing me like beautiful green daggers. I could still see the red
iPod nano engulfing his buff bicep; the two together depicted his
strength and withdrawal perfectly. I felt obsessive almost in the
way my mind could so easily and perfectly recall him after only one
day. That immediately turned to guilt when I saw the car magazine
Mike was addicted to.
    “Lex?” Mel had stopped and was openly
studying me, a few tiny creases present in her forehead.
    “Yea? Sorry,” I mumbled.
    She rolled her eyes. “What do you
think is up with them? You think they could be planning something?”
she repeated, slowing her speech to ensure I caught her questions
entirely.
    “Um, I don’t know. They haven’t been
secretive that I’ve noticed just overbearing in some ways. It’s
nothing close to your mom but more than usual.” I shrugged and
sighed, “Oh well. I guess I’ll find out soon enough. I only have a
week as of tomorrow.”
    “True. So what do you want to do next
Friday?” I paused to think a bit as we continued to browse the
magazine racks. I took too long apparently because Mel began
rambling again. “I still can’t believe you aren’t having a sweet
sixteen party! I mean your parents have money. It could be awesome.
And not just awesome-awesome but like party of the century awesome!
We could always do a belated sweet sixteen party though. What do
you think?”
    “Are you serious?” I half checked and
half scoffed.
    “Of course I’m serious! You only turn
sixteen once. That and I still have another five months till my
birthday. So for now I just have to live vicariously through you,”
she smiled and pranced about as she spoke the words with a
matter-of-fact sarcasm.
    “Mel, when have you ever seen me go to
a party in the last five years let alone throw one?”
    “See, you’re long overdue. And I’m
sure if you agreed to it me and your mom could plan it all out. You
wouldn’t have to do anything but show up.”
    “Thanks but I think I’ll
pass.”
    “You’re such a buzz kill sometimes,”
she pouted.
    “Yea, yea. Talk to me in five months
when it’s time for your party. Have you given it any thought yet
Miss ‘I always plan ahead’?”
    “I’ve tossed a few ideas around, but
until my mom nails down the budget I’ve got nothing but air to work
with.”
    We picked up a few fashion magazines
and walked back to the café. We settled into our usual table
against the wall closest to the counter. Mel could never keep quiet
for long; I was surprised she lasted the entire drive without a
peep. So it didn’t shock me when the magazines became the
background to our conversation.
    “Okay. So back track for me and
re-explain why you think your parents are being weird on
you.”
    “I don’t know. They’re just off,” I
shrugged continuing to flip the pages of Teen Vogue on the table in
front of me.
    “Off like how? Like in a weird-you-out
kind of way or in a ‘oh our baby’s growing up’ way?” She tried to
clarify, but I was lost on an exact description.
    “Sort of both I suppose. My mom has
been looking at me with this gleam in her eyes lately as if she’s
anticipating something. That could be because I’m turning sixteen
and she still wishes I was six though. And my dad, well he’s weird
to begin with, but he’s been home a lot more. Oh and last night he
gave me a hug before bed but he didn’t let go for like