"BRETT! I'm so hyper!" I was acting stupid. I guess it was because I liked him. "What?" "What's wrong? You sound upset." My voice wasn't as serious as it should have been. How bad could it be? "I can't tell you." He said, somewhat scared. "Come on, Brett." "Lara, I don't want you to get into this." He was serious. "Please, Brett." I was hoping he'd say something ridiculous like 'I love you.' "You'll never believe me." I laughed. "We'll see about that." He sighed deeply, and I figured he wasn't going to say something sweet. But something outlandish. And unbelieveable. "My friend is a vampire." I stifled a laugh. Then coughed to cover it up. "Uhm, what?" I held in my laughter. He couldn't of expected me to believe this. "It's a long story... My friend's father is in the Royal Family." "The Royal Family? Come on, Brett." I couldn't help to feel like this was impossible. This was only, only in those romantic vampire stories I used to read. Like the one with the mortal girl who was kidnapped by this really attractive vampire who happened to be the son of Dracula of the Royal Family to impress his father and inherit his throne. Such bullshit. "Lara, I'm serious." "Yeah? Okay, Brett. Have you seen her father?" "Yes!" "How? If he can't be in the sunshine." "Lara, do you know what vampires are? It's not those hot guys that are lurking in the dark with an errection. They can be in the sunshine, just not that long." I remember I had a heart when it began throbbing in the middle of my chest. I was metal to the magnet. I told myself not to believe this. "Lara, you don't understand." "Brett, I understand. I believe you." I said quickly. Maybe if I believed him and supported him, he'd like me more. "Okay. Well, her dad is making her become a vampire. They're going to have a ceremony and everything. And she doesn't want to be a vampire. And now that her father knows that I'm helping her, he wants to kill me. The Royal Family is going to go after all those who know." And I knew. Gee, thanks, Brett. "So he's after you?" "Yes. He's going to kill me. They want to overthrow the world." This has got to be a joke. "This isn't a joke." He read my mind. I started laughing. I hung up. This was stupid. "Overthrow the world. Hah. Yeah, and I have a penis." I joked sarcastically, to try to get my mind off. But I had to go to sleep. And I never slept that night.