Physical touch. What a concept. He took me to Dick's (a restaurant). He insisted upon paying for me. I made him just get me a diet coke. I gave him a dollar, but he bit it in half and later lit it on fire. We went to Value Village and bought a candle and a steel baseball bat. We carried the bat around and looked menacing. We walked the trails in the woods. He showed me a cliff with an amazing view where he likes to sit. We hit dead trees with the bat. He showed me a place to sit right by the train tracks. I found a smushed penny. He threw littered beer bottles from previous parties at a train that passed. We wandered for hours, doing nothing but talking and playing around. We watched the day move all around us. He threw his jacket over a cliff because it was heavy and too hot. Then later he had to get close to me for warmth, after the sun went down. We found a salamander down by the river and took it to a safe place away from the trail. We found an apple orchard and stole apples that people had bagged for themselves, and threw fallen ones down the hill and into the woods below. We hit them off the trees with a baseball bat. He bought me a diet iced tea at the QFC on the way to his house. I called my grandma and said we'd be watching a movie. We talked about everything. He said he'd kill my pervert uncle. We lay in his bed. I tickled him and he bit me. I bit him and he tickled me. Kinky as fuck, but that's me. We cuddled and exchanged back rubs. We arm-wrestled and he beat me. He showed me his arm full of cuts and gashes (no SI, he's just accident-prone). His pet mouse escaped from its cage. We heard footsteps and knocking upstairs when no one was supposed to be there. He went to investigate. We determined that it must have been a ghost. I called home at 10pm for a ride (he has no car, but that's okay... neither do I). I asked her to pick me up at the Walgreens a block from his house. I hung up and he attacked me from behind with warmth. He bit my neck and it was oh so lovely. We walked to the walgreens parking lot and he shared a clove with me. We sat very close together. The moment he threw away the clove, my grandmother pulled up. I wanted to kiss him goodnight. I wanted to. That's weird. I haven't been attracted to a guy since middle school. And now, I go and frivolously meet someone from a website called vampirefreaks, no less... and he's not some amazingly good looking guy, and he's not a nice hippie type, and he's kind of violent, and he's a high-school dropout, and he works too much for too little pay, and I don't understand why. But I like him. More than a normal amount. My body is still buzzing with his touch.