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This is part 2 to chapter 1

He jumped for joy and dodged a thrown hanger originating from the closet.
“I’d prefer to be fully clothed for tonight’s dinner; I need to make a good impression,” I pull on a black v-neck shirt with a red rose stitched in the bottom corner. I exchanged my skinny jean pants for dark flared jeans and a pair of black ballet slipper knock-offs.
“Aw man,” he sat back down and crossed his arms, sulking.
“Deal with it, you’ve seen me without a shirt before,” I strutted up to the mirror on the other side of the room and turned multiple times on the floor. Zack whistled softly and I glared at him. He smiled sheepishly and stood up.
“Hey Amy,” Zack spoke after a minute or two.
“Yes?”
“You look beautiful,” I could feel his heart accelerate and smell the blood pooling in his face.
My instincts kick in and I cover my face with my hand. I run out of the room and into the hallway and dash down the stairs into the kitchen. My face finds the freezer and ice connects with my skin. The cold surrounds me, dragging me into the icy depths. Vines reach in through the grout in the tile and twine around my ankles. They disappear back into the floor, pulling me down into the floor. I do nothing as it pulls me down; I do nothing as black nothing enshrouds my vision and crushes my lungs. Zack’s hand is on my shoulder as the ice starts melting from the open door of the freezer. I sense his face close to my ear when he leans forward.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s okay, you couldn’t help it,” my voice was muffled by the ice. My face disconnects and resurfaces from the freezer, “it’s a human reaction to blush when your girlfriend walks out in just a bra and tight jeans.”
I felt him warm up again and I stuck my face back in the ice. His smell encases my head and tempts me to jump on him and tackle him to the ground. I try to push the smell of rain, lavender, and blood to the back of my mind as I re-surface into reality. Zack stands back with a worried expression on his face, both his hands hanging loosely from his jean pockets.
“So what do you plan on wearing? I got all dressed up, you can’t go like that,” I said.
He gives me a skeptical look, well suited to his face before speaking. “I’ve seen you look better on a casual dinner date with me,” he laughed at the horrified expression on my face. “And I don’t see the big deal about it anyways, I’ll be the only human there not being served on a silver platter for consumption, I’ll stick out enough as it is. Why not go all the way?” Zack raises his eyebrow in question.
“Do you want to go at all,” I asked.
“Nope, not unless you’re in a dress, then I’m out,” he strolled out of the room as I floated after him. I was so relieved he didn’t want to go, it was one less person to worry about.