Um, yeah. Sneak Peek. Sort of. Just read it, m'kay? XD
“ERIC VAYNER?!” My best friend Audrey Esden shrieked in my ear early Saturday morning. I winced, pulling the phone momentarily away from my ear. Scratch the plain old “early”--it was 8:03 and I had been rudely awoken from my peaceful sleep by my best friend not five minutes before. If you call someone who wakes you from a dream about kissing the boy (Eric Vayner) who you have an unrealistic crush on a best friend. Audrey had asked me excitedly if I had met any hot guys out of school in the past week, and I had groggily replied with “Well, if a suspended Eric Vayner counts, then sure.” before realizing that I was dropping a colossal bomb on my foot.
“Back it up, Chickie.” Audrey commanded. “Since when have you seen Eric freaking Vayner?”
“Back it up, Chickie.” Audrey commanded. “Since when have you seen Eric freaking Vayner?”
I let out a groan before answering. “I accidentally kicked him in the leg at McDonald’s and noted with innocent astonishment how smolderingly hot he was, okay?”
“Did you hook up?” Audrey asked. I almost peed my pants. Only Audrey would come up with something like that.
“Oh yeah, Audrey, we totally made out in the alley behind the golden arch.”
I heard her sigh. “Sometimes, Aradia, I fear for your health. Honestly!”
"Easy for you to say," I muttered, flopping backwards onto my pillow and throwing my arm over my face.
“Did you hook up?” Audrey asked. I almost peed my pants. Only Audrey would come up with something like that.
“Oh yeah, Audrey, we totally made out in the alley behind the golden arch.”
I heard her sigh. “Sometimes, Aradia, I fear for your health. Honestly!”
"Easy for you to say," I muttered, flopping backwards onto my pillow and throwing my arm over my face.
Audrey and her boyfriend Ryan Stewart had been in a serious relationship for six months now. There was nothing I envied more about Audrey than her knack for attracting the hottest, most perfectly caring boys on the entire freaking planet. I swear to God they flocked to her like ants to a Froot Loop.
“Look, Aud, can I call you back later? I have to…eat breakfast.”
I practically heard her roll her eyes. “Sure. But know that if you fail to live up to said promise, I will hack into your phone and flood you with ten thousand text messages, okay? Okay.”
"Bye, Audrey." I sighed as she hung up. The worst part of this already crappy morning was that Audrey meant what she said 250%.
“Look, Aud, can I call you back later? I have to…eat breakfast.”
I practically heard her roll her eyes. “Sure. But know that if you fail to live up to said promise, I will hack into your phone and flood you with ten thousand text messages, okay? Okay.”
"Bye, Audrey." I sighed as she hung up. The worst part of this already crappy morning was that Audrey meant what she said 250%.
I let my phone drop to my pink comforter and let out a dramatic squeal of despair, wiggling my toes like some sort of freaky toe-puppeteer. Two seconds later, my phone buzzed, scaring the crap out of me.
I snatched it up, expecting to see a sarcastic text from Audrey, but instead saw Eric’s name. My face burned and a stupid smile crept unintentionally over my face as I flipped the phone open.
Good morning! The text announced brightly. Good to see he was having a nice time.
I snatched it up, expecting to see a sarcastic text from Audrey, but instead saw Eric’s name. My face burned and a stupid smile crept unintentionally over my face as I flipped the phone open.
Good morning! The text announced brightly. Good to see he was having a nice time.
If my friend audrey hadn’t already woken me up, i would have come to ur house and stabbed u repeatedly with toothpicks until dead. I sent back. A few seconds later, I got his reply:
*cowers in fear*
I snorted with laughter. There was no denying it; I had a crush on Eric. A major one, too. Never mind the fact that I had talked to him all of one time for half an hour, and our only other contact had been email and text. It was unfortunate for me, but it was a bit of a thrill, too.
“I think it’s time to go see Jasmine.” I whispered to myself.
*cowers in fear*
I snorted with laughter. There was no denying it; I had a crush on Eric. A major one, too. Never mind the fact that I had talked to him all of one time for half an hour, and our only other contact had been email and text. It was unfortunate for me, but it was a bit of a thrill, too.
“I think it’s time to go see Jasmine.” I whispered to myself.
Jasmine…Where to begin? The seventeen-year-old daughter of Gabriel and Avra Evanson, Jasmine was more of a sister to me than anyone else, even Audrey. Deliciously goth, creepily intelligent, and undoubtedly awesome, Jasmine had helped me out of a couple sticky situations with her amazing advice, and I hoped this time wouldn’t be any different.
“Call me before one so I can pick you up, okay?” Ian requested, the typical father look on his face. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and patted the lump in my pocket, indicating that I had my phone on me.
“No problem, Dad.” I clambered out of the Mustang and trotted up to the Evansons’ front door. I heard the roar of the car’s engine as my dad zoomed off as I rung the doorbell and waited.
“No problem, Dad.” I clambered out of the Mustang and trotted up to the Evansons’ front door. I heard the roar of the car’s engine as my dad zoomed off as I rung the doorbell and waited.
Barely five seconds later, the door swung open to reveal Avra, my godmother, smiling at me.
“Hey, Aradia.” she said, beckoning me inside. “What’s up?”
Is Jazz home?” I asked, giving Avra a quick hug.
“Yup. It shouldn't be too hard to find her.” Avra teased, tucking a strand of thin black hair behind her ear. I grinned and plodded down the short hallway, stopping at Jasmine’s door. Eardrum-killing music blasted through the wood, and I had to all but break down the door to be heard.
“Shortie!” Jasmine cried, flinging open the door unexpectedly and causing me to nearly wet myself. As usual, she was decked out in black, her violently red hair in gorgeous disarray around her metal-studded face. “T’sup?”
“Hey, Aradia.” she said, beckoning me inside. “What’s up?”
Is Jazz home?” I asked, giving Avra a quick hug.
“Yup. It shouldn't be too hard to find her.” Avra teased, tucking a strand of thin black hair behind her ear. I grinned and plodded down the short hallway, stopping at Jasmine’s door. Eardrum-killing music blasted through the wood, and I had to all but break down the door to be heard.
“Shortie!” Jasmine cried, flinging open the door unexpectedly and causing me to nearly wet myself. As usual, she was decked out in black, her violently red hair in gorgeous disarray around her metal-studded face. “T’sup?”
“Guy trouble,” I admitted, grimacing. Jasmine grimaced sympathetically.
“Come on in,” she said, seizing my wrist and tugging me over the threshold. I immediately tripped over the stack of CDs piled on the floor. Jasmine snorted.
“Some vampire you are,” she teased, sprawling onto her bed and looking at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes as I perched myself on the edge of her desk. “Spill.” she commanded.
I sighed. “For one thing, he’s Eric Vayner, the most popular, hottest, nicest guy at school. Secondly, I’ve talked to him all of one time in person, and have texted or emailed him ever since. Thirdly--”
“Damn, Shortie, you do have some trouble!” Jasmine exclaimed. I glared. She made an innocent face and adjusted her nose ring.
“Thirdly, he’s a vampire, and doesn't know that I know, and also doesn't know that I'm a vampire, too.”
Jasmine fell off her bed.
“Come on in,” she said, seizing my wrist and tugging me over the threshold. I immediately tripped over the stack of CDs piled on the floor. Jasmine snorted.
“Some vampire you are,” she teased, sprawling onto her bed and looking at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes as I perched myself on the edge of her desk. “Spill.” she commanded.
I sighed. “For one thing, he’s Eric Vayner, the most popular, hottest, nicest guy at school. Secondly, I’ve talked to him all of one time in person, and have texted or emailed him ever since. Thirdly--”
“Damn, Shortie, you do have some trouble!” Jasmine exclaimed. I glared. She made an innocent face and adjusted her nose ring.
“Thirdly, he’s a vampire, and doesn't know that I know, and also doesn't know that I'm a vampire, too.”
Jasmine fell off her bed.
“You probably should have mentioned that a little sooner!” she cried, scrambling back to her feet. I rolled my eyes again.
“Ah, yes, because the space of ten seconds qualifies as so much sooner.” I snorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You know it.” Jasmine said airily, flopping dramatically back onto her bed. I waited as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, expecting some fantabulous advice.
“Well?” I prodded after about thirty seconds. Jasmine looked puzzled.
“Well what?”
I was momentarily speechless with indignation.
“Ah, yes, because the space of ten seconds qualifies as so much sooner.” I snorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You know it.” Jasmine said airily, flopping dramatically back onto her bed. I waited as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, expecting some fantabulous advice.
“Well?” I prodded after about thirty seconds. Jasmine looked puzzled.
“Well what?”
I was momentarily speechless with indignation.
“Aren’t you supposed to give me some kind of amazing advice on what the hell to do?” I demanded, throwing my hands up in the air.
Jasmine looked at me for a second, cocking an eyebrow as she considered.
“Ask him out, and then tell him about the vamp stuff.” she decided, reaching over to change the song on her stereo.
I sat down hard as My Chemical Romance’s House of Wolves came blasting out of the speakers. How appropriate.
Jasmine poked her head over the side of her bed and appraised me.
“You okay, Shortie?” she asked. “You look a little pale.” Her lips twitched in amusement at her own joke.
I, for the record, was not laughing.
Jasmine looked at me for a second, cocking an eyebrow as she considered.
“Ask him out, and then tell him about the vamp stuff.” she decided, reaching over to change the song on her stereo.
I sat down hard as My Chemical Romance’s House of Wolves came blasting out of the speakers. How appropriate.
Jasmine poked her head over the side of her bed and appraised me.
“You okay, Shortie?” she asked. “You look a little pale.” Her lips twitched in amusement at her own joke.
I, for the record, was not laughing.
“I think I might be coming down with something.” I informed her. “Something where you can get these massive hallucinations. You might want to repeat yourself; I heard you say that I should ask him out. Please correct me.”
Jasmine smirked. “I’m as serious as your drama queen-ness, Shortikinz.”
“I—but—I’m not--what?” I spluttered, completely nonplused.
Jasmine gave me one of those “I, the High and Mighty, look down upon your ridiculousness” looks.
“For Christ’s sake, Shortie, just ask the dude out!” she said, shaking her head. “It’s not that hard.”
“You wanna bet?” I muttered.
Jasmine smirked. “I’m as serious as your drama queen-ness, Shortikinz.”
“I—but—I’m not--what?” I spluttered, completely nonplused.
Jasmine gave me one of those “I, the High and Mighty, look down upon your ridiculousness” looks.
“For Christ’s sake, Shortie, just ask the dude out!” she said, shaking her head. “It’s not that hard.”
“You wanna bet?” I muttered.
It is quite ridiculous how badly a half-vampire can sweat when presented with the prospect of asking a boy out. I felt like a complete idiot as my hand (slick with sweat, of course) hovered over my innocent little phone, my teeth gnawing frantically at my lip.
Just do it, you wimp! I commanded myself. I sucked in a huge breath and dialed Eric’s number.
Breathe, dummy, breathe!
“Hello?”
I almost choked. “Uh, hey, Eric, it’s Aradia.” I squinched myself into an impossibly small ball and struggled not to chicken out.
“Hey!” Eric sounded fairly happy to hear it was me, which made things a little easier.
“How are you?”
“Not too bad. You?”
“Pretty good. Hey, I was wondering…umm…”
Just do it, you wimp! I commanded myself. I sucked in a huge breath and dialed Eric’s number.
Breathe, dummy, breathe!
“Hello?”
I almost choked. “Uh, hey, Eric, it’s Aradia.” I squinched myself into an impossibly small ball and struggled not to chicken out.
“Hey!” Eric sounded fairly happy to hear it was me, which made things a little easier.
“How are you?”
“Not too bad. You?”
“Pretty good. Hey, I was wondering…umm…”
My foot was cramping. I extricated my arm from my death ball and rubbed the cramp out.
DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT. My brain, in a voice frighteningly like Jasmine’s, commanded.
“Do you want to out sometime?” I blurted. My heart was pounding too fast; it made me feel self conscious…what if Eric could somehow hear? He was, after all, a vampire.
Eric laughed. My heart jumped into my throat. “Would you believe I was going to ask you the exact same thing?” he asked.
“Are you serious?” I said, exhaling in a long gust.
“Yep. Crazy, huh?”
So the boy can read minds now. “Yes,” I laughed. “Very.”
DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT. My brain, in a voice frighteningly like Jasmine’s, commanded.
“Do you want to out sometime?” I blurted. My heart was pounding too fast; it made me feel self conscious…what if Eric could somehow hear? He was, after all, a vampire.
Eric laughed. My heart jumped into my throat. “Would you believe I was going to ask you the exact same thing?” he asked.
“Are you serious?” I said, exhaling in a long gust.
“Yep. Crazy, huh?”
So the boy can read minds now. “Yes,” I laughed. “Very.”
“So what were you thinking about doing?”
“I guess just a movie or something…typical stuff.”
“Sounds great to me! This Saturday sound good?”
Gulp. Hell yeah. “Sure,” I agreed, grinning.
I did it. I was going out with a boy. On a date. A. Date. I, Aradia Chayse Ironstone, known lip virgin, was going on a DATE.
Eric and I talked for a little longer, figuring out what movie we were going to see, and when he would pick me up. Oh, and the fact that he would have to meet my parents, but I was too psyched too care at the moment. When we hung up, I flung the phone onto my desk, leaped onto my bed, buried my face in my pillow, and shrieked joyfully.
“I guess just a movie or something…typical stuff.”
“Sounds great to me! This Saturday sound good?”
Gulp. Hell yeah. “Sure,” I agreed, grinning.
I did it. I was going out with a boy. On a date. A. Date. I, Aradia Chayse Ironstone, known lip virgin, was going on a DATE.
Eric and I talked for a little longer, figuring out what movie we were going to see, and when he would pick me up. Oh, and the fact that he would have to meet my parents, but I was too psyched too care at the moment. When we hung up, I flung the phone onto my desk, leaped onto my bed, buried my face in my pillow, and shrieked joyfully.
My door opened slowly, and my mom poked her head cautiously around it.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her eyebrows nearly disappearing into her hair. I smiled hugely.
“Hell yes. Oh, and Mom, I probably should ask you…”
“Are you okay?” she asked, her eyebrows nearly disappearing into her hair. I smiled hugely.
“Hell yes. Oh, and Mom, I probably should ask you…”
"THAT'S ALL?!" you ask? Well, not technically. I have more, but I just now decided that I'm going to save it. Too many spoilers for what lie ahead. ;)
Well, let me know what you think either here or on my SimPage.
Until next time, loyal simmers who may or may not be looking at this page!
~Yarnie~
Well, let me know what you think either here or on my SimPage.
Until next time, loyal simmers who may or may not be looking at this page!
~Yarnie~