Note: Yes, this IS meant to be written very simply. So please don't comment on that. I wrote this for a creative writing in-class assignment where we were supposed to write a story with one of the beginning sentences provided. This is what I came up with...Please review!
I met her in the laundromat. It was nighttime. My washer was broken.
She said her name was Claire.
"What do you do for a living?" she asked, twirling long, dark hair around her finger.
"Landscaping," I said. "Do you like that?" she asked, adjusting the hem of her very short skirt.
"It pays the bills," I said. "No," I said. She nodded as though I'd said something profound.
"I don't believe in jobs," she said.
"Why's that?" I asked, wondering if it'd be okay to touch her.
"They're a waste of time," she said. "Don't you need money?" I asked, running my hand through my own hair.
"I have almost everything I need," she said. "No," she said. I shook my head in wonder.
My clothes were finished. We folded them and put the basket in my car. I offered to drive her home.
She said she didn't have a home.
"Where do you live if you don't have a home?" I asked, inviting her to sit next to me in the car.
"I live on the streets," she said. "And you're okay with that?" I asked, putting my arm around her.
"I get a bit lonely sometimes," she said. "Yes," she said. I scratched my head, confused.
"You have an interesting outlook on life," I said.
"Would you be a part of my life?" she asked, staring into my eyes.
"I think I'd like that," I said. "Will you stay with my forever?" she asked, running the tip of her tongue over her lips.
"I'm not sure I know you well enough to decide," I said. "Yes, I said. She smiled and sank her teeth into my neck.
I fell backward into my car. The night got darker. My mind didn't grasp what was going on.
She said she was a vampire.
She said this would only hurt a little.
She said we could be together forever.
"Alright," I said.