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Chapter 33

Sky's P.O.V

It's currently 12:15 am and I've been tossing and turning the whole night.

Jet lag is such a bitch.

Maybe I need something to tire myself?

I took out my headphones and phone and then started to watch Vampire Diaries again.

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God, Damon is so HOT!

At one point, I loved Stefan, now I just want him to fuck off.

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Ok, now I'm just BORED. I've been watching Vampire Diaries for 2 whole entire hours now and all I can think of is if a vampire bites a zombie, does the zombie become a vampire or does the vampire become a zombie?

At this point, I'm just trying to picture what a zombie and vampire hybrid would look like.

WAIT.

So, hypothetically speaking, if a vampire and zombie possibly have sex and SOMEHOW reproduce a hybrid, you're telling me that this thing can live off of drinking someone's blood for main and eating their brain for dessert.

Or the other way around. Depends on what it would prefer.

Wait, you didn't tell me anything. I thought of all that myself.

Wait, that was actually a great story line.

A vampire prince falling in love with a zombie... um, citizen? Or should it be a zombie princess. Or should it be a vampire king and a zombie queen. Can it include some shit about "mates". Should it be hate/love? OR, even better, the entire vampire population hates zombies and the zombie population hates vampires.

SO, in the end, when the big problem is solved (like always), the two kingdoms can be united and live in peace. Then the sexy vampire king can live happily ever after with his, um... (to be blunt) disgusting, ugly zombie queen?

Wait, what if the zombie queen has an on and off button? Like, she can be ugly and disgusting when she wants to fight off villains. But zombies are pretty fucking slow. SO, how the fuck is she gonna "fight off villains" if she's a slow-poke, then people are just gonna hate her even more. And she'll get bullied.

Like, dude, she's gonna be living with some fucking vampires. Who happens to be extremely fast.

Wait, but what if she's fast? Nah, zombies are known to be slow-pokes.

Wow, I have so many great ideas, should I maybe-

No, don't even say it!

But I didn't even get to finish my-

-sentence. I know. But, honey, remember all the anxiety attacks and trauma that you went through the last bazillion times you tried to type the first line of your "book".

Awww, you care about me, don't you?

No. I'm giving you fucking life advice because I'm a cold, heartless bitch- What do you think, Sherlock? Huh?

Sorry.

Blah, blah, blah, blah. I don't need your lame-ass apology. You can go shove that up your ass.

Oh.

But seriously though. Vampires and ZOMBIES? Are you out of your fucking mind? I mean, look at where a VAMPIRE is and a fucking ZOMBIE is!

Yeah... Vampires and seductive, sexy, elegant and mesmerizing. While zombies are just disgusting, terrifying and just unattractive. Not that I'm saying vampires are not scary or anything but just... Ew.

Why did you go from thinking of whether blah blah blah blah blah into a vampire having SEX with a fucking zombie? And then into making it a Wattpad story which caused me to break the silent treatment?

It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.

Come on, I actually liked Indiana Jones!

Shut up, asshole. You gave me severe anxiety by your silent treatment since I have no idea whatsoever on what the fuck you're planning with the other motherfuckers in there.

That's fair.

Thank you.

You're very welcome, PRINCESS.

Oh, haha. Shut up.

I'm sorry.

Huh?

I forgot you preferred the full nickname.

Don't-

You're very welcome, PRINCESS NO-SENSE.

FUCK!

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I quietly made my way downstairs and opened the door to the kitchen. I switched on the lights and started to open the cupboards. This will be fun.

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It's been almost half an hour since I've been in the kitchen and this whole time, I've been eating toast. With strawberry jam, of course.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked from behind me.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" I deadpanned because this was a voice that I knew all too well.

"Apparently eating like a racoon in a dumpster," he snorted as he came closer to me.

"Hey!" I pouted. "You would do the same if you can't sleep!"

"Well, I would go to the kitchen and make myself some food but my eating-skills would be much more human-like."

"Whatever, Mr Broody," I rolled my eyes.

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"Hey," I slowly started.

"What?" Hudson asked.

"Did Adam and Eve have belly buttons, after all?" I tried to suppress a grin and put up a serious face.

"Well," he started, trying to hide the smile. "It says that technically, they don't have belly buttons but in every single picture of them that I've seen, I have never seen anything without belly buttons. You know, that's kind of a proof that religion was actually made up by dumb people."

"Wait, so you're like an atheist?" I raised a brow.

"Is that a problem?"

You asked for it.

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"Like, what's with people who're like 'God almighty rules!' and blah, blah, blah?"

"I knew I shouldn't have asked anything."

"What was that?"

"NOTHING."

"Good."

"Wanna do something?"

"What exactly?"

"Yes or no?"

"At this hour?"

"It's only..." he quickly looked at the clock. "2:18 am."

"That's like, late late."

"I know, but are you sleepy?"

"Not even a bit."

"Let's do it."

He grabbed my arm and led me upstairs after switching off the lights downstairs.

"What are we gonna do?"

"Marvel."

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"Groot is so cute," I cooed. "Oh my god, with the cute little eyes and the cute little voice!"

Hudson just chuckled and shook his head at me.

"What? He's practically like a little baby. And babies are CUTE."

"Next thing you'll probably say is dogs are cute."

"God, no. Dogs are scary as shit. But puppies are cute."

"Anything small is cute to you," Hudson rolled his eyes.

You wanna know where my mind went? *wink, wink*

If you didn't understand from that last sentence, then you're too young for this.

My cheeks reddened as I thought of it again.

Unfortunately for me, Hudson seemed to notice this and realise what I was thinking of.

"Therapy. You need extreme therapy for this level of dirty-minded-ness."

"You didn't exactly help by pointing it out. Now it's gonna be in my mind for the rest of my life!" I playfully smacked him on the chest.

"Hey, you were the one who thought of it in the first place."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

Hudson just chuckled at my reaction.

Why do I find that attractive?

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