sometimes i

take all my sheets

and throw them

hard

hard

onto the

floor.

i shiver then,

sometimes,

but i never

pick them

back up.

i don't really

know why.

but it makes me

feel

lighter,

simpler,

like i haven't eaten.

when i used to

not eat

i would feel

empty

perfect

light and fragile

like a broken-winged

bird.

i stopped that

though.

my parents never

even

noticed.

but it's okay,

i can take care of myself.

if my dad

was a character

in my

movie

then i'd have his

actor

wear those

thick-rimmed glasses

so you don't see

the bags

under his eyes.

but they would still

be

there.

the sheets are on

the floor

right now.

because i want to feel

cold.

--

white-haired boy

is sitting in my spot

again.

he's lying down,

hands over his face,

and i notice

his skin kind of

glows

like the glimmering

of snowflakes

in a perfect

winter

twilight.

i look at him

too much,

i think.

when i sit next

to him

he doesn't say

anything.

but i don't really

mind it.

i take out an apple

and the sunlight

gleams red

and clean

against it.

"movie maker?"

"you got it, vampire boy"

a soft smile

touches gently to his

pallid

lips

and i take a bite of the

apple,

looking over the glittering

white

inside.

"so vampire boy, eaten yet?"

"of course not. i thought i told you,

i don't need to"

i lean slightly over him,

pressing the apple

feather light

against his mouth.

"i brought you another.

red

and bright,

just like the blood

you need so much,

right?"

he takes a

slow

slow

bite,

the gleam of his

teeth

white against

the crimson

skin.

his tongue runs

lightly

over the white

and i watch

absently.

people probably think

we're together

or something.

but i don't mind,

really.

maybe

we really should

make out

or something.

just so

we make people

blush.

i like seeing

people's reactions

just because

it shows

that we're all

just

human.

except maybe

vampire boy

since he's a

vampire

and all.

i wonder

if he truly

believes

that.

i kind of

think he

does.

he seems like such a

honest

kid.

but who knows,

really.

"vampire boy,

i was wondering,

do you have

a

name?"

he tilts his head slightly,

and i think

he's finished.

the apple

looks barely

touched.

i roll it between my hands

and he yawns

softly.

"i guess.

it's

ryuu"

ryuu.

it's

interesting.

it would make a

good name

for a character

in that movie

i'm gonna

make.

"that's pretty cool.

my mother

named me

angel.

please don't call me

angie

or i'll be forced

to kick your scrawny

ass.

actually, it might be

better

to just not use my name

at all"

it seems kind of

pointless

to tell him

but it's also kind of

important,

somehow.

he nods slightly, eyelids

lifting.

"alright,

angel"

i look away,

deciding not

to meet his

gaze.

stupid

vampire boy.

i lean back

onto my elbows,

letting the sunlight

paint

my eyelids

warm.

"ryuu,

i think

your movie

might just be

beautiful"

i can't see his face

but i imagine

that he's smiling.

"is that

so?"

i can't help

but smile.

yes, ryuu,

i do believe

in that.