I Hooked Up With A Vampire- Now She's Forcing Me To Be Her Girlfriend!

"So, how was Morgan's?"

Matt asks wearily as soon as I get through the door. They're lying on the sofa, still in their dressing gown even though it's evening. They must've remembered what I told them this morning.

I roll my eyes at them, taking off my coat and shoes before walking into the kitchen to start making some pot noodles. I'm too tired to make anything, and I can't be bothered ordering Just Eat.

"It was fine, nothing much." I reply, taking out a chicken and mushroom pot noodle out the cupboard and moving to fill the kettle with water.

"What d'ya get up to?" they ask, sighing and turning on their phone. I immediately freeze, my reaction audible from me suddenly stopping pouring water into the pot noodle. Matt sits up at this, a delighted look in their eyes at my reaction. Dammit, they know all my habits now.

"Ooh, what 'appened?" they say, turning it themself to face me, a wicked glint in their smile and eyes. I feel myself start blushing, remembering what we were doing when we were watching the movie.

"We were... cuddling..." I mumble, turning my attention back to my pot noodle. Well, I'm trying to, but now all I can think about is being wrapped up in that blanket next to Morgan, finding myself with my head leaning on her shoulder, Morgan arm around my shoulders, my eyes starting to close, legs tucked up next to her. She was so soft, so gentle, so... Comforting. And ironically, I felt quite... Safe. Ironic because, y'know, she's a vampire, but it just felt so relaxing, I just wanted to...well, put it simply, curl up in her arms and just stay there for a while...

"Awwwwwwww, that's so cute~!" Matt coos, pulling me out of my daydream of cuddling Morgan. I immediately feel embarrassed at myself, and suddenly angry at Matt.

"Shuddup! It's not- it's not cute, I don't do cute." I bite back, grabbing a pair of chopsticks out of the drawer and aggressively stirring my pot noodles. I'm not cute, not adorable, not anything like that. But, Morgan's... Morgan's cute, I guess. Especially the way she giggled at me when I started closing my eyes, and when she used her fingers to tip my chin up when she was asking me if I was falling asleep. Oh, and especially when she calls me darling.

"We were just watching a movie on the sofa, she brought blankets and stuff, so..." I trail my sentence off, taking my chopsticks out the pot noodles and leaning on the counter, arms folded. She's gonna come round here next Tuesday, I asked her to. I said she could drink my blood, she could bring all the stuff she patches me up with. We could hide out in my bedroom if Matt was in, then we'd make a cup of tea, like we always do, and then watch another movie. It took some persuading, but I want to hang out with her here.

"What movie?"

"Twilight"

Matt gives a semi interested 'Hm', which means they're thinking of something about what I said. I've lived with them long enough to catch what their different 'Hm's' mean.

"Hm?" I mimic, checking to see if my pot noodles are ready yet. Or are you meant to put them in the microwave? I'll check the instructions.

"Well, I just think she looks a bit like a vampire." they reply as I turn the pot around to look at the instructions. I then freeze at their statement, slowly standing up. I remember what Morgan said on the morning I woke up in her house: "We can't let my little secret out, can we~?"

"S-she... does?" I ask nervously, returning to my pot noodles and seeing that I only need to stir it a few times. I put the torn off lid onto the pot and wait for it to settle, following the instructions.

"Yeah, jus' like... the teeth, y'know? They look really sharp. And, like, she just gives off that kinda vibe. And she's pretty goth anyways, so I'm pretty sure she knows it." They say, shrugging. Phew. Well, no one else really knows vampires actually exist, right? So it's natural to assume that she just looks like one, not that she is one. Thank God for alternative fashion.

"Yeah, she said Twilight was one of her guilty pleasures." I say, laughing under my breath as I remember her ranting to me about it. It's true, she did say that- as well as how Edward was a total creep, the representation of vampires was super wrong and how much she hated the colour grading. She really hates the colour grading. Yet, she still says she somehow loves it. She also talked about some other stuff, especially about being a vampire. She got onto the topic of reflections and she actually seemed quite sad, different from how she explained them to me when we went on that date. She seems like she's more comfortable with me now, willing to be more vulnerable. The way she was talking about how she's never known what she looks like- I can't help but feel really bad for her.

Matt gives a satisfied 'Hm', returning to lying on the sofa and slipping out their phone out of their pocket. I return to my pot noodles, taking the lid off and giving it a quick stir before blowing on it and taking a bite. I find that it's a bit too hot, so I put it back down on the counter to let it cool for a second. I don't really know what else to do, so I lean back on the counter, gently humming to myself and thinking about Morgan.

"For God's sake- Stop humming that bloody tune!"

Matt jolts up from the sofa, giving me an annoyed look. They lean on the back of the sofa, eyebrows furrowed.

"What tune?"

"The-" They copy my humming but faster, obviously fed up. "-one. It's all you've been bloody hummin' for the past week, I'm sick of it! What even is it?"

"It's Clair de Lune." I reply matter-of-factly.

"Wossat?"

"It's a piano piece." I say, turning around and picking up my pot noodles again. They feel cool enough to eat now, so I twirl some around my chopsticks and pop it into my mouth.

"Piano? When 'ave you ever listened to- Ooooh." A wicked grin starts to form on their face, and they sit up straighter to face me better.

"It's Morgan, isn't it?"

I try to take in a gasp, but my mouth's still full of noodles so I start sputtering. No, that's not what this is! They're taking it the wrong way- They don't even know that Morgan likes Clair de Lune! Can't I just listen to piano pieces every once in a while? Besides, what gives if I listen to it because of Morgan? I can do what I want! She's my... my... my... whatever, I do as I please!

But, my spluttering is all Matt needs to tease me, and they start grinning even wider.

"It is! God, you're obsessed with her, aren't you?" they tease, making me force my noodles down and turn to them, frustrated.

"No I'm not! I just like it, okay?! And so what if she does too?" I pout, crossing my arms and giving them a stern look.

"Well, you HAVE been talkin' about her, like, every day..." they mutter, giving me a joking wince that only makes me more annoyed.

"What, so I talk about her sometimes? She's my-" I try to finish the end of my sentence, but the words don't come out. I gulp nervously to myself and try again.

"My..."

Why can't I say it? Why can't the words just come out? And why do I feel like I'm blushing right now?

"Your... girlfriend...?" Matt questions, giving me a suspicious eyebrow at my struggling.

"Yeah, that." I huff, picking up my pot noodles and stomping over to my bedroom door. I've had enough of this stupid conversation, I need to let off some steam and draw for a while.

"Oh, and by the way, Morgan's coming over next Tuesday." I sigh reluctantly, Matt perking up at Morgan's name. They open their mouth to say something, but I quickly slip into my room and close the door before I hear what they say.

I sit myself down at my messy desk, putting my pot noodles next to me and  searching for my sketchbook through the cluttered objects of art supplies and other junk. I find my headphones, plugging them into my phone and putting my playlist on. "Fell In Love With a Girl" by The White Stripes starts playing and I'm extremely tempted to skip it, but  I get through the first few seconds and decide to keep on listening and pick up my pencil.

I flick through my sketchbook to find a clean page, putting pencil to paper and gently start sketching a face onto the page. Large, soft eyes, plump lips in a sweet smile- Oh, and I can't forget- fangs.