Author's Note: -Hello internet people! Well this little thing is a random idea I got after reading some other fandoms. BUT I thought "Hey, why not? What would happen if this went down with our favorite little vampire show? Or something like it anyways." and thus the daydreaming started!... until I started to write it down. Then THIS happened. I hope you enjoy it.
P.s.-It might go up to an M rating later on but I'll probably give you guys a heads up when it does. There will mostly just be standard fowl language and stuff for now as far as T anyways.
Disclaimer: -I own nothing but Arianna and Alex…. unfortunately.
"You have all our numbers?"
"And don't forget to put the alarm on and lock all the doors."
"Of course mom."
"And you have enough food in the house. We also left you $200 dollars just in case."
"I know mom."
"Oh and don't forget to…"
"Relax, mom. I already told you everything would be just fine."
I swear, for a lady who was going on a little vacation for the whole week she sure couldn't seem to stop worrying. She finally stopped her trek to the front door, leaving her suitcase on the floor, and turned around.
"I know. I know. I'm worrying over nothing. It's just, it's going to be a whole week without you." She said looking about ready to tear up again. Damn she could get emotional. "Are you sure you're going to be alright, sweetie?"
"Yup!" I said all too enthusiastically, which got me a warning look from her. "Ya, mom. I'm gonna be fine. It's spring break at school anyways. I'll just be here or over at Alex's house. Her parents already know and they agreed to let me stay there if anything came up and to check up every other day. I promise we'll just be here watching movies or something and hanging out. Nothing to worry about."
She just sighed in resignation. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just I'm going to miss my little girl."
"I'm already eighteen, mom." I said rolling my eyes. "And don't worry, I'll miss you too."
"Of course you will. What lone teenager would when they have the house to themselves?" she said with an all too knowing smile.
"Ya, well, I'm gonna go check on dad. See if he needs help bringing stuff down." I said and rushed up the stairs
"Dad! You ready or what?" I yelled walking into their room.
"I'm coming. I'm coming." He mumbled walking out of the walk-in closet with two suitcases in hand.
"Well it's about time, slow poke." I said giving him a look of mock frustration.
"Oh, great. It's like you're turning into your mother." He joked and followed it up with a shudder.
"I heard that!" came from downstairs and we both started laughing.
"Here you go." He said pushing a suitcase towards me. "Make yourself useful and take that downstairs will you?"
"Sure thing, dad."
I barely made it downstairs before I practically crashed into my mom.
"So I hear that being me is apparently a really bad thing?" she said smirking.
"Hey! I am innocent. I said nothing. THAT was all dad."
"Did you just rat me out?" I heard from behind me.
I turned around to see my dad pretending to look mad. "Of course not. What kind kid would rat out their own dad?"
They just sighed and started heading out the door with their luggage in hand.
"Take care, Arianna." Mom called from the car.
Then dad poked his head out the window. "And don't burn the house down!"
"I'll try!"I yelled back waving before shutting the door as they drove off to the airport.
Finally! I love my parents and all but it's not every day that I really, as in REALLY, get the house all to myself. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a soda. Ah, this was great. Not having to get a lecture about getting a soda before dinnertime. You would think she'd just let it go since I still always did so. Yeah, no. And to think, I had a whole week to do whatever I wanted… this was gonna be great.
"Right on quoi."
I sat my drink down and ran to answer the front door. I opened it and there stood none other than my best friend Alex with hands holding bags full of ice cream, chocolate, junk food, two pizzas, and who knows what else.
"Bye, mom." She yelled over her shoulder as her mother pulled out of our driveway.
"Have fun girls."
"Thanks, Mrs. Stuart. Bye!"
I closed the door before helping her with some of the stuff. We walked over to the kitchen and set everything down on the counter.
"So, it's 7:30, the night is young. What shall we do first, buddy?" I asked her, hoping up on the counter and picking up my drink.
"Hmm, well we could…Hey, we're your sodas? Never mind." She said rummaging through my fridge. "How 'bout we pop these babies in the oven and have a little camp out in front of your TV, if you know what I mean." She said closing the door.
"You didn't?" I said excitedly hoping off the counter.
She opened up her book bag, which she always had swung around her shoulders, and pulled it out. "Oh, I did." She said grinning like a Cheshire cat.
True Blood, seasons 1 -3.
I ran at her and crushed her in a bear hug. "I fucking love you!"
She just shrugged me off. "I know. Now let's get to puttin' these babies in the oven so we can watch."
So that's what we did. We set up the pizzas and stuck them in the oven and put away anything that could melt. I put some popcorn in the microwave and looked for a tray that we could use. I found one and started placing things on it. A soda, Gatorade, and water bottle for each, some chips in a bowl so we could munch, and finally some alka seltzers and handy bottle of pepto bismol on it. What? Better safe than sorry with all the crap we're about to ingest.
"So you're the guest, you wanna watch in the living room or my room?"
"Well, I'd say down here but the bathroom's right across from your room and I don't wanna have to get up and walk all the way to the one down the hall down here there. We're gonna be way too tired to move." she pointed out.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Pizza!" we both yelled out in unison.
"God damn! That smells good. I'm so happy I didn't eat before coming over." She said looking at it hungrily.
"True." I said chuckling and putting it on the counter. "Hey… Hello... Earth to Alex! HEY STUPID!"
"Stop staring at it like that, will you. And close your mouth before you actually start drooling over it!"
"Oh shut it! I'm gonna go set it up while you finish up here, Ari." She said and started off to my room after I'd nodded, but not before taking the bowl of popcorn and half the drink with her.
I couldn't help but practically drool over the slices as I placed them on the plate too. They looked and smelled so damn good; not having eaten in a few hours didn't help either. I was practically giggling like an excited idiot as I made my way upstairs. I was so happy she'd brought over all three seasons. I hadn't even seen the entire second one. I know, why not, right? Well it's kind of hard to watch when your mom pops in spontaneously to make sure I don't since it's got 'mature content'. Mature content my ass! I've seen worse things, not to mention she watches it too. I swear, parent's can be such hypocrites sometimes! But not now. No way. I'm watching it.
"Finally! I almost starved!" Alex said dramatically from the big heap of pillows and blankets in between my bed and the TV.
"And here I thought you'd miss me. Oh well, one can only dream." I said dramatically taking a seat next to her.
"So what haven't you seen? We'll start there."
"Let me see… The last one I saw was in season two. The one right before when they actually go to Dallas."
"Mkay. So you haven't seen Godric in the flash back yet?" she asked
"There's a flash back?"
"I'll take that as a no. Now let me just put it in…picking the episode…and… play!"
Wow. I had really missed a lot. You really can't just expect to even guess half the stuff that goes on: the church, the bombing, the roof. I couldn't even help it. When that scene came up both of us start bawling like a bunch of babies. Then Eric started crying and we just got worse.
We made it through nine whole episodes before I thought I was gonna pass out on the spot. I caught sight of the clock and figured out why. It's 4:50. I've been awake for almost 24 hours straight, considering I woke up early today for school on Friday.
"Huh?" she said trying not to drop dead I'm sure.
"Turn it off. Let's crash. We can watch later." I said trying to stand up.
"Oh thank god!" she exaggerated, crawling over to the DVD player.
I'm not sure how, but we made it onto my bed safely. We didn't even bother putting on PJ's or getting under the covers. The second my body was stretched out on my bed, I thought I'd gone to heaven. It was so damn soft and comfy. I know Alex thought so too from the content sigh I heard to my left.
"This sucks." She said sleepily.
I looked at her and saw she was lying on her back and staring at my ceiling. "What does?"
She sighed next to me. "Why can't real life be like that? Everything here is just so boring."
I could practically feel my inner fan girl flare up and come alive. I knew what she meant and always kind of wondered that too from time to time.
"You said it." I agreed. "Wouldn't that be awesome? Screw the 'myths' and 'legends', if life was really like that."
"That would be so cool." She said sleepily.
I could barely keep my eyes open. "Mhmm…" and then it all went dark.
We both shot straight up in my bed and looked at each other. I was still half asleep, I knew, and it seemed like she was too.
"You heard that too right?" she said.
"Ya, but just ignore it. The Jefferson's dog gets out sometimes. Maybe he just knocked over a trash can or something." I said. Denial? Most likely. But I really didn't want to even think of somebody being in my house right now. Plus it was just one little noise, right?
"Ya, that's what dogs do anyways, huh?" she said trying not to freak out too.
"Ya." I said as we laid down and tried to fall asleep again.
We both gasped and shot up again. I looked at her and noticed she looked as freaked out as I felt and probably looked. There's no denying THAT one was real or not.
Somebody was in the house.
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