Sixteen Candles

Jordan’s POV

The show was just as high energy as every other one I played. Vi was here, which wasn’t early enough to kill my performance high. I could have stayed up here all night.

After we played the set, I was handed a water and the bartender leaned over.

“The owner’s daughter sends an invitation to V.I.P.”

I nodded. “Of course she does.”

“She’s something.”

“That she is.” I agreed, probably meaning something entirely different, and not caring. Walking towards the stairs, I headed up.

Violet looked over. “You were good.”

“Yeah, sure. Why are you here?”

“The usual reason.”

I chuckled. “The only vampire’s here are the ones you brought.”

“The other usual reason.”

I glanced at Patrick. Looking at Violet I gave her a warning look.

“Nu acest motiv!” She snapped. Translating, it meant ‘not that reason!’

“Ar putea fi păcălit de mine.” Could have fooled me.

“Ceea ce a care trebuia săspun?” What’s that supposed to mean?

“Întorcându-el nu va face pe el ta.” Turning him won’t make him yours.

"Ceea ce care are a face cu in seara asta?" What does that have to do with tonight?

"Totul, este singurul motiv pentru care el este aici." Everything. It’s the only reason he’s here.

"Nu este." It is not.

"Du-te minţi altcuiva." Go lie to someone else.

"Ceea ce vrei-mi să spun? Îmi place să-l, bine. Am făcut." What do you want me to say, I like him, Fine. I do.

"Nu vreau săspun nimic. Vreau să întelegeti că nu puteţi avea el." I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to understand that you can’t have him.

"De ce nu?" Why not?

"Pentru că, chiar dacă activaţi-l, nu va face totul perfect." Because even if you do turn him, it won’t make everything perfect.

"Nu vreau perfectă. Vreau reale. Eu sunt bolnav de baieti oferindu-mi "bătrâneţi". Este de rahat." I don't want perfect. I want real. I'm sick of guys offering me 'happily ever after'. It's crap.

"Este de viaţă de vis. Ar trebui să fie prost să nu doriţi să fie." It’s the dream life, you’d be dumb not to want it.

"Atunci eu sunt prost. Îmi place Patrick. El este simplu, în jos pentru a pământului. Minunat, frumos, drăguţ, nu nemuritor." Then i'm dumb. I like Patrick. He's simple, down to Earth. Wonderful, nice, cute, not immortal

"Înca. -Nimic, dar immortal si vă voi l omoare." Yet. Anything but immortal and you’ll kill him.

"Apoi el trebuie săfie nemuritor." Then he needs to be immortal.

"Ia aceastădecizie pentru el este egoist şi rău." Making that decision for him is both selfish and wrong.

"Ştiu că. Am de gând să-l părăsească până la el." I know that, I was going to leave it up to him.

I sighed. "Când?" When?

"Mai târziu în seara asta." Later on tonight.

"Acest lucru nu este dreapta." This isn’t right.

"Nici nu este formula. Am putea pierde le ambele." Neither is the serum, we could loose them both.

"Bine, face cu asta." Fine, deal with this crap.

"Am de gând să." I intend to.

"Şi curăţaţi-vă propriul mizerie." And clean up your own mess.
She glared at me.

"Dreapta, bine. Acum termina vă

petreceri." Right, good, now finish your partying.

"Tu nu sunt stau?" Aren’t you staying?

"Nu, eu sunt. Nu doar până aici. Ai şi o grămadă de beat baieti, stiu cum care se termină." No I am, just not up here. You and a bunch of drunk guys, I know how that ends.

"Nemernic." Asshole.

"Căţea." Bitch.

"Serios?" Seriously.

I chuckled. "Merge în iad." Go to hell.

"Vedem acolo." See you there.

I noticed that the vampires except for Pete were looking at us. Even Patrick seemed to understand that something was up.

Waving, I walked down the stairs and left.