A Vampire's Kiss and Touch of Revenge
I Miss You
(Pete’s POV)
I woke up with no Amanda beside me. I looked around to see that it was daylight already so I knew it had to be somewhere around afternoon time. I got up and got dressed noticing that my hoodie was gone. Amanda must have it, which made me smile to picture her in it.
“Amanda?” I asked searching the kitchen and other rooms of the apartment.
Where is she? She was not in any of the rooms or the bathroom. Then it occurred to me that she was going to use the pay phone across the street. I just hoped that she was careful.
I walked back into the area where we had spent the night together. Last night was amazing. I never knew I could feel so much for someone as I do for Amanda. I do not care anymore that she is my enemy’s daughter. I see past that.
I was so anxious to see Amanda and worried about her that I had not noticed at first a painting that she had left me. I had bumped into the easel almost knocking the painting over as I was trying to clean up the sheets and pillows. I grabbed the painting in time preventing it from falling.
“Wow! Amanda did this?” I asked aloud.
It was a painting of me sleeping. Every detail was amazing and accurate. I could not believe that she did this for me. No one has ever painted or given me something as wonderful as this before, and it was from her heart how she sees me. Amanda has many talents. It just makes up even more reasons why I have fallen for her.
I went to grab my phone but then remembered it was dead. I wanted Amanda to hurry up and come back to thank her. I hope she was all right. It sucked that I could not go to the window and look out to see her but then again, it should not have taken her this long to run to the pay phone and back.
All of a sudden, I heard this loud car crash making me jump. Then I heard sirens going off. Amanda was down there somewhere and I hoped that she was not hurt, or seen by the cops.
I suddenly had a bad feeling go off in the bottom of my stomach, one I did not like. Amanda should have been back by now and with the crash, I was getting worried. Something was wrong and I had no way of getting a hold of her or my friends. I just hoped that she is safe, hiding from the cops and that she told someone where we are back home. All I could do was to wait until nightfall for someone to come get me and hope Amanda comes back here soon. I cannot lose her, not now, or ever.
I woke up with no Amanda beside me. I looked around to see that it was daylight already so I knew it had to be somewhere around afternoon time. I got up and got dressed noticing that my hoodie was gone. Amanda must have it, which made me smile to picture her in it.
“Amanda?” I asked searching the kitchen and other rooms of the apartment.
Where is she? She was not in any of the rooms or the bathroom. Then it occurred to me that she was going to use the pay phone across the street. I just hoped that she was careful.
I walked back into the area where we had spent the night together. Last night was amazing. I never knew I could feel so much for someone as I do for Amanda. I do not care anymore that she is my enemy’s daughter. I see past that.
I was so anxious to see Amanda and worried about her that I had not noticed at first a painting that she had left me. I had bumped into the easel almost knocking the painting over as I was trying to clean up the sheets and pillows. I grabbed the painting in time preventing it from falling.
“Wow! Amanda did this?” I asked aloud.
It was a painting of me sleeping. Every detail was amazing and accurate. I could not believe that she did this for me. No one has ever painted or given me something as wonderful as this before, and it was from her heart how she sees me. Amanda has many talents. It just makes up even more reasons why I have fallen for her.
I went to grab my phone but then remembered it was dead. I wanted Amanda to hurry up and come back to thank her. I hope she was all right. It sucked that I could not go to the window and look out to see her but then again, it should not have taken her this long to run to the pay phone and back.
All of a sudden, I heard this loud car crash making me jump. Then I heard sirens going off. Amanda was down there somewhere and I hoped that she was not hurt, or seen by the cops.
I suddenly had a bad feeling go off in the bottom of my stomach, one I did not like. Amanda should have been back by now and with the crash, I was getting worried. Something was wrong and I had no way of getting a hold of her or my friends. I just hoped that she is safe, hiding from the cops and that she told someone where we are back home. All I could do was to wait until nightfall for someone to come get me and hope Amanda comes back here soon. I cannot lose her, not now, or ever.