Read Vampire Love Story Online
Authors: H. T. Night
When I walked up to the attendance office and opened the door, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. There she was just sitting there. Sarah Davis was sitting at a table with her father. Our eyes met. She seemed to recognize me. I completely forgot where I was, or why I was even in the office as I gazed into her eyes.
Why wasn’t she in class? Why was she so late? That wasn’t important. All that mattered was that she was sitting in the attendance office.
“Did you go to every single class, dear?” the secretary asked.
“Huh?” I said, coming back to reality.
“Did you go to every classroom?” she repeated.
“Oh yes. I sure did, ma’am.”
“Great, if you can hand me all the sheets, you can show Sarah where her class is. She is also in Mrs. Phyllis’s classroom.”
She didn’t have to tell me that. I knew that better than anyone in the entire school.
“Sure,” I said, trying not to sound too excited. But I was thrilled. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was standing right in front of the girl that I had thought about all summer long.
I studied her features while her dad finished signing some papers. To me, she was perfect. She had a perfectly shaped head. She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes were greener than what I remembered. I smiled back. This was crazy. I didn’t even know this girl. Why did I like her so much?
She stood and kissed her dad on the cheek, then walked over toward me.
“Are you ready to go?” I said.
“Yes, I am,” she said softly.
Wow, we did it. We spoke to each other. Her voice was incredible. Very sweet, it sounded just like Mrs. Phyllis’ voice.
“Why was your dad filling out papers?” I asked. I totally did not know what to say, but this seemed like a good place to start.
“We moved. So he needed to change our address on papers and stuff,” she said, giving me a smile that about made me faint on the spot.
“Where did you move to?” I asked, trying to push the conversation forward.
“Closer to the school,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Where exactly do you live?” I hope I didn’t sound too pushy.
“In the housing track right in front of the school,” she said, laughing.
I laughed, too. I had no idea what we were laughing about, but it seemed to make things easier. Before I knew it, we were right in front of the classroom. I didn’t want to go in. I wanted to stay out in the hall and talk to her forever.
“This is it,” I said as I opened the door for her. She walked in and I followed. I went to my seat and she went to talk to Mrs. Phyllis.
“Where did you go?” my sister asked quietly.
“I’ll tell you later,” I whispered.
My mind was still on Sarah. She said she lived in the housing track in front of the school. I lived in the same housing track. Things could not get better. I wondered how close she lived to me. I watched her walk toward her marked desk and sit down. I was at a perfect angle to see her profile. With that view, the rest of the day seemed to go by pretty fast.
When school let out, I kept an eye out for Sarah so I could watch where she went, but her dad came and picked her up. Oh well, it was just the first day of school.
Timmy and Blayne came over to my house that evening and we played video games. They kept on complaining about already having homework.
All I could do was laugh at them. One day ago, I was down in the dumps and these two were on top of the world. How quickly things changed.
Maybe this school year wasn’t going to be bad after all. I decided that having Mrs. Phyllis as a teacher and having Sarah in my class was going to make it a great year.
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GETTING YOURS!
(a screenplay)
by
H.T. NIGHT
(read on for a sample)
A story told in the tradition of
American Pie
and
Something About Mary.
FADE IN:
Chad walks over to his brother BRUCE, who’s sitting at a booth. Bruce, 23, is a slightly older version of Chad.
So what’s going on? You look like shit.
Thanks man, I appreciate it. I need to talk.
What’s up?
An older, career waitress walks up.
WAITRESS
Boys ready to order?
I’ll just have a Coke.
Basket of wings and a large shake.
BRUCE (CONT’D)
Not hungry?
I’m not in the mood to eat.
Oh, this should be good.
BRUCE (CONT’D)
(referring to the yellow rose)
You shouldn’t have.
It’s not for you.
You’re walking around with yellow roses in your pocket? You haven’t turned Nancy on me, have you?
Not quite.
What’s the deal with the rose?
That’s why I’m here.
You want to discuss floral arrangements?
I need your advice about a girl.
BRUCE
Alright. Give it to me. But, make it quick. I’m getting a rub and tug in a half hour.
Seriously? I’m sure Mings House of Massage will be there tomorrow.
Fine, let’s hear your problem.
Okay, I’ve been rehearsing this play over at the college.
Another play? I thought you were through with that?
Eric wrote another script and asked me to be in it.
You trust that asshole after the last one?
What was wrong with the last one?
He had you play a Gay Nazi.
It wasn’t that bad.
That falls in love with an 85 year old transvestite?
It wasn’t your typical love story.
You made out with an old man!
It was in the script.
You’re supposed best friend wrote a script that had you gumming an 85 year drag queen for five minutes.
It wasn’t five minutes.
It felt like five years.
(a beat)
You know mom still cries out in her sleep.
I told her not to show up.
She brought her church group....
I told her to stay at home.
...and her bridge club.
I told her that there might be questionable things in the play.
Questionable? You DRY HUMPED an old man in front of Sister Margaret.
CUT TO:
CUT TO:
Chad, on stage wearing a World War 2 Nazi uniform, dry humping an 85 year old Transvestite, wearing a ball gag, DOGGY STYLE.
BRUCE
Mom wasn’t the only one who had nightmares.
May I continue?
Is this one normal?
I wouldn’t say that.
What does Eric have you doing?
I play a sex-addicted ventriloquist who falls in love with his dummy rabbit.
Now, you’re just messing with me, right?
Nope.
Why do you do it man? (a beat) Are there any love scenes with the rabbit?
Just one.
They are going to have to take mom out on a stretcher.
She’s not coming!
She’ll get excommunicated.
(continuing)
Okay...there is this really hot woman in the play.
What’s the problem?
She is a bit older.
(skeptical)
How much older?
She plays my mom in the show.
Your mom? What is she? Fifty?
She’s thirty-four.
So she had you when she was fifteen?
Nice.
Her character is forty-eight.
So she looks old?
She’s hotter than any of those two a.m. skanks you meet at the club.
Maybe I should just hit up the local convalescent home for a date like you.
She’s not that old.
Better yet, I’ll TiVO Golden Girls tonight.
CHAD
...why don’t you just continue to drop hundred dollar bills on that Cambodian refugee at Ming’s House of Massage.
Hey, Shamnang has had a hard life.
I bet she has.
Okay. You have the hots for a forty-eight year old. Go on.
She’s thirty-four!
Thirty-four. Got it.
Alright. Even though Eric wrote the Play, I had to formally audition.