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a reason or an excuse for being a sudden and or constant pain in the ass.
                  “I doubt that you miss my PMS,” I laugh, looking towards the back of Mal’s head.
                  I want to reach out and touch him, but I resist. If he pulled away from my hand I wouldn’t be able to stand it if he sank back into it I would be beyond ecstatic—if that level of emotion even exists once you’re dead. I kind of doubt it.  “Close the window man, you’re going to get sick,” I nag him.
                  His arms are full of delicious definition. His muscles twist and bend with the fury that rages inside of him. I’ve only ever once had the gift of seeing him shirtless. I try to bring up the image, but the memory is faded. I want it back again. I have always been jealous of his natural tan. His green eyes vibrant against his darker, golden flesh. Even when he’s sad, he stops my dead heart in its tracks.
                  Mal is gorgeous. He always has been. It seems effortless for him.
                  He’s so tense. I ache with how much I miss him. It makes me ashamed, makes me feel like an idiot. I hate being pathetic. I wish that I had super powers right now, something besides the ability to watch over you. I want to protect you. I want to pull my knees up against my nose and draw on one of the back windows.
                  I try to make a sound.
                  I want to yell.
                  I feel smothered right now. I look down at my black skinny jeans and pick at the ragged holes, revealing flesh bruised over bone.
                  “I wanted to tell you…” it feels horrible to say the words out loud, “I wanted to call you, and I wanted you to call me first without me having to ask you or lure you with my super unattractive and clingy pull. I just wanted you Mal, and I don’t know what to do. I woke up all alone on the filthy blood covered ground and I don’t know what to do know.” This is the honest truth.
                  I touched you once. It feels like a hundred years ago now. I kissed you in super slow-mo. It was so good I never wanted to let go. You need to let go now. I don’t want to let you.
                  This is horrible.
                  “Come on Mal, close the God damn window. This car is going to be full of mosquitoes and I may be dead and cold, but I’m still full of delicious blood cells. Those little vampires will love it. And turn the heat on. Like now, please and thank you. I don’t want to be a vampire meal. Ha, wouldn’t it be awesome if that song came on the radio right now?”
                  I wrinkle my nose.  Quoting the the song to my favourite show, the one about teenaged vampires in high school. I always loved that show. Admit it Mal, you did too.
                  We binge watched that show.
                  “Come on Mr. Radio. Listen to me and make all of my dreams come true, play Vampire Meal and freak Mal out! Come on, do it now!”
                  I get super close, totally in his personal bubble. He’s still driving, unamused and glaring out the windshield.
                  Ha. It totally worked. Oh, you're an oblivious boy. At least I amuse myself.  Mal parks in front of his townhouse, right in front of a bench dedicated to some dead rich dude. Large trees line the parking lot and the sidewalk in front of it. A weeping willow cries gold.
                  Every student housing townhouse is identical from the inside out. I know because I looked at a brochure once upon a time, a long time ago. They’re small. The outside is painted a boringly dark tan shade that spreads like creme beneath beautiful white trimmed windows.             
                  Mal starts to get out.
                  Watching him slam his