I'll have this all sorted out if my mind would just stop racing

Jan 10, 2007 02:01

“They have things that you’d wear.” I smirk at him and wipe a bit of food from his face. “I think you’d rather see that skirt in the window on me instead of you though…” Oh yeah, that real short skirt would go quite well with one of the boots I got. Maybe even a cute little t-shirt…oh no, even better; one of Dean’s shirts.

We finish eating and I take the trays and empty them, walking back over to Dean, picking up most of the bags before nudging him with his foot. “C’mon, let’s go so we can get out of here.” There were other reasons I was starting to get anxious about leaving.

I knew I needed to eat something soon, real food was alright when you wanted to blend in, but it did nothing for the monster that lived inside me. I still needed blood to keep going, to even think normally sometimes.

When I start to notice pulse points and heartbeats…that’s when I worry.

Clearing my throat I follow Dean in quietly through Best Buy, over to the computers and watch him. “If you get that piece of shit I’m going to beat you over the head with it and poke you hard with the heel of my new boots.” I nod over to the model next to the one he was eyeing. “That one’s better.” He just gave me a look. “Hey, when you can’t sleep and there’s nothing on TV you learn shit. C’mon, I wonder if this place has porn…” I smirk and brush past him. “Or we can just get a camera and make our own.”
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