BecauseWeCan [cal]

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Malls definitely weren't a typical place for Cal and Blake to hang out, but sometimes they needed things (or you know, they got really, really bored) and it was a lot easier to go around without suspicion in a super crowded area than it was some corner store in Forks where there were actually people who'd known them as humans. Cal had managed to be an idiot (what else is new?) and drop his phone.. off a tree... into a puddle.. and so, he needed a new one because Blake needed some way of contacting him when he got left in the dust during their races, because that happened often... Okay, that happened sometimes. Sometimes Cal ran into trees.. And other times Blake got distracted. Either way, phones were important. And since Cal was getting a new one, Blake needed a new one. Because that was logical.

So there they were, in a store full of people (which was something Blake was trying not to focus on at the moment for obvious reasons), looking at various models of phones. He picked up one of them and held it up. "These looks cool... Oh yeah, these definitely look cool." They also looked ridiculously expensive but that wasn't a problem for them. Ever since becoming vampires Cal and Blake had got the five finger discount on everything they ever wanted. "Hey, make sure there's no cameras staring at me." Despite being able to screw with the time space continuum in peoples heads, technology was still pretty true to what happened. Inconvenient some time, but it made their lives more exciting. (I mean, Cal needed some sort of accomplice job in their schemes.) Grinning at his friend, Blake waved over one of the sales guys. "Can I get two of those?" He took the boxes when they were presented to him and when the guy turned around to start walking to the counter dropped them into another store's bag. (Like I said, they were really getting too good at this.) Guy turns around, guy forgets he ever met Cal and Blake, the two walk out of the store, easy as pie.

Once they were far enough away Blake took one of them out and tossed it towards Cal with a belated "Catch." (Yeah, okay, so he kind of thought it would be the most hilarious thing in the world if Cal managed to break a second phone for being uncoordinated.) "How the hell are we gonna get these activated anyway?" He was pretty sure you had to register it somehow... Oh well, they'd cross that bridge later. Or they'd just stolen some really nice paperweights... for the paper they didn't use..on the desk they didn't have. Either way. "What now?"


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They spent all of their free time hanging out in trees and in the forest and such so it was bound to happen eventually that their phones were going to get ruined. Because it was Cal who slipped first, though, it had to be a big deal and that had to mean that Cal was idiotic. He was okay with that though because when it happened to Blake one day Cal wasn’t going to let it go and they both had a reason to get new phones now so no harm done.. well.. not a huge amount done because they still had to deal with the being around people thing which was very quickly reminding Cal why they tended not to do that often. Blake was really good with quickly finding cool phones that they’d be satisfied with so they could just get out of there quickly. Cal nodded in agreement as Blake held them up. ”Good, time to get out of here.”

They didn’t exactly have a way of making money due to the whole vampire thing so they did the only civilized thing they could do… they weren’t going to pay and Blake was going to make sure that was okay. Hey, make sure there’s no cameras staring at me. Cal nodded, completely ready to do so. This wasn’t the first time they went through the process. As moronic as he was, he was getting better at the concept of inconspicuously looking around at the cameras. All was clear, but he kept looking in case that changed, darting his eyes back and forth between Blake and cameras and salespeople who could stop anyone from letting them out if they saw what happened. Blake’s mind-messing abilities really came in handy when it was important (phones fell under the important category).

Can I get two of those? Cal grinned back, keeping himself composed since, yanno, it was pretty amusing. Getting the phones was barely a challenge. They walked out casually and Blake tossed a phone at Cal, which Cal caught, no thanks to Blake. Catch. ”You’re right, warn be after throwing it, that’s an awesome idea,” he said obnoxiously with an obnoxious grin to match. ”Nice job.” About the phone stealing thing—they’d gotten stealing down to an art. How the hell are we gonna get these activated anyway? They couldn’t have had like two seconds of pride? ”Shit, I dunno, on a computer somehow. We’d hafta hack their website or something.” They’d figure that out later though, because it wasn’t a big deal yet. If the worst happened they could go back into the store and try to get some idiot to activate the phones before asking them to pay. Going back in wasn’t a first choice but if they needed to they could. ”Whatever, forget it for now.” What now? They were in a mall. There was plenty that they could do. Cal smirked. ”Anything else you need? ‘Cuz we get pretty good discounts.”
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”Good, time to get out of here.” "Not having fun, man?" Blake was usually the one who sucked more as far as the whole being around people thing went, but then again, that's probably because Cal was all 'lets play it safe and get out of here' while Blake was all playing with phones and looking for people to mess with and other the consuming things- so, yeah, the obnoxiousness was in no way warranted (but when it came from Blake it usually wasn't so Cal shouldn't be too surprised). He did feel a lot better once they were done making direct contact with things that happened to smell really appealing, but.. there were still a lot of those walking around, and Blake's method of testing Cal's distraction level of course was by throwing a phone towards his face. (So, that had nothing to do with testing him. Blake just wanted to throw a phone at his face.) ”You’re right, warn me after throwing it, that’s an awesome idea." He shrugged 'innocently', trying to hold back his smirk. "I thought so."

When Cal offered the genuine praise he grinned, hopping up on top of the ledge of the fountain before bowing dramatically and jumping down again. It must have looked a little too smooth and flashy to any human that glanced at them, but Blake knew he could have made it vampire powers or not, so no big deal. Some people were just super talented like that. (And yanno, being like almost a foot taller than the average guy kinda helped too.) What didn't help? When their plans got messed up (which was an extremely common occurance.) If they didn't have phones- dealing with those mess ups were going to be a lot more difficult. ”Shit, I dunno, on a computer somehow. We’d hafta hack their website or something.”

"So... are you saying you wanna go steal a computer, or should we figure out how the whole hacking things gonna go first?" Yeah, thinking ahead, they did it sometimes (usually after not thinking ahead about the last thing they did, because it was nice to change things up). Otherwise, they were going to just have a larger paperweight to deal with. (At least until someone put a wifi network in space so that they could use it in the forest... The cool thing was that that probably would happen eventually, and they'd still be around to see it. Ha.) "Because last I checked, you had the tech skills of the average grandma, and I'm not a geek." I mean, getting someone who knew what they were doing not to squeal wouldn't be a problem because Cal could subdue them and Blake could make sure they think they were drunk the next day. But finding someone who knew what they were doing- yeup the two of them wouldn't know the first place to look.

"Not particularly.. i guess we'll just hafta window shop." Eventually, something was bound to catch their eye. Being vampires, very little was needed- but yanno, in the same respect, they had to entertain themselves for hours on end. Blake was not going to complain about a skateboard, game system, or just about anything that looked entertaining, and you know, as far as clothes and those sort of things went- it wasn't their fault they were naturally good looking and normally-expensive items just happened to be necessarily for the image they were upholding. The discount? It was a definitely improvement from their human lives. And they kind of took advantage of it.Walking past a couple of stores he pointed. "Choose your haunt."


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Being around people usually wasn’t that big a deal compared to how bad it was for Blake, but on that particular day Cal didn’t really want to be there. Not if they were going to have direct contact with them, anyway. If they could stop with that and mess with people from afar it’d be a different story. They could stay for a little bit… but after a while it became too much work. They couldn’t let anyone see them who would recognize them or there would be problems. Not having fun, man? ”It’s just.. crowded.” He’d be fine and Blake’s obnoxiousness would distract him soon enough. It was a good thing the distracting hadn’t started before he had a phone being tossed at his face. Otherwise that would have ended in tragedy for the brand new phone and then Cal was going to steal Blake’s phone which was not going to last long because Cal was going to need Blake to have a phone so they’d have to go back into the store and obviously that was a chain of events that did not need to happen. Of course, Mr. I Don’t Give a Shit I’m Just Gonna Throw Stuff didn’t think about that… so he was lucky Cal caught it and I’m done complaining about the fact Blake threw a phone.

Callum laughed as Blake stood on the fountain and bowed because that was something they so would have done as idiot human teenagers only it was done a lot less gracefully without the new vampire coordination (we’re talking about Blake, obviously, because Cal’s coordination got screwed in the transformation process). ”Man, you wanna attract a little less attention? All ten feet of you aren’t exactly hard to miss.” If someone they knew saw them, it’d kind of suck, but Cal’s comment was more of a joke than paranoia. Besides, if someone saw them, Blake would be in their face and messing with their heads before they realized what happened. Cal was actually starting to think they could have fun at the mall until Blake mentioned their small problem. So… are you saying you wanna go steal a computer, or should we figure out how the whole hacking things gonna go first? It wasn’t looking like they were going to be able to do it themselves. Because last I checked, you had the tech skills of the average grandma, and I’m not a geek. ”Why do I get compared to an old woman while you just get to be ‘not a geek’?” Cal thought about it but wished he had a better answer. ”We… probably need to get someone to do it for us… and I dunno about you but I don’t know a geek.”

And then they were window shopping because they sucked at hanging out at a mall and didn’t know where they wanted to go in particular. They walked by a bunch of girly stores—those ones where the jeans had a bunch of holes in them and cost like six times the cost of those without holes—and then finally some things started to look appealing. As a vampire, a lot of stuff just looked unnecessary but at the same time there were some things that would never get old and that they could always use more of. Something caught Cal’s eye as he saw a leather jacket, causing him to look down at his own jacket becoming worn and faded. Choose your haunt. ”Right there.” He gestured toward the jacket with a smirk on his face.

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”It’s just.. crowded.” Blake laughed. "Dude, it's a mall." Crowded was kind of to be expected. For some reason, people really enjoyed blowing their money on completely useless shit. So, malls got a lot of business... Which is why he didn't feel bad in the slightest stealing from them every one in a while. Because it's not like it really did them any harm. "Well as soon as we're done here you can go back to being a hermit in the forest." And then Cal went on an internal monologue about the phone throwing fiasco which Blake figured out because he was a mind reader-- no really he just knew Cal very well and there weren't many reasons why Cal didn't respond to him when he was being obnoxious. "Hey, at least you caught it. That's good for you."

”Man, you wanna attract a little less attention? All ten feet of you aren’t exactly hard to miss.” "I always thought I was extremely inconspicuous." Honestly, I just wanted an excuse to use the word inconspicuous. Blake pretended to be all surprised by Cal's statement. Per usually, Blake had never even thought of the whole people-might-recognize-us thing, because that was Cal's job. Cal took the preventive methods, and Blake cleaned up the mess after they fucked up, and a promise I'm not going to make a birth control related analogy no matter how relevant it might be. ”Why do I get compared to an old woman while you just get to be ‘not a geek’?” Clearly, that was being the obnoxious statement was coming out of Blake's mouth and not Cal's. Were Cal saying it, Blake would have looked less awesome, but Cal wasn't clever enough to come up with something like that. "Because you are a geek. Just not a useful one."

Cal could like.. do math. That clearly qualified him as a geek. Blake on the other hand could do some pretty cool things on the computer. Heh, maybe between the two of them, they could actually pull that hacking thing off. ”We… probably need to get someone to do it for us… and I dunno about you but I don’t know a geek.” Or yanno, that was an idea. "I guess we could like.. put up an add on the internet-- wait that won't work." Okay, nope, scratch that. That was not an idea. "We should just grab the computer anyway. I mean, worst case we use it for the stupid built in games." Because the two of them definitely needed more things to compete over. I mean, Blake was getting tired of winning races all the time, they needed to change it up.

So, that was great. Now that knew what would entertain them for about an hour tomorrow. Being a vampire was really hard work in that sense. They always needed to find something to do. And that's why Blake wasn't really in any hurry to leave the mall.. even though after four girly stores, the idea of finding anything cool was seeming kind of hopeless. Surprisingly, Cal managed it though. "Right there." Blake looked at the jacket he was pointing out and nodded approvingly. The store wasn't as crowded as the phone one, and there also wasn't as much security, so this was going to be cake. Blake left Cal to his jacket selecting and went up to the front to pick out sunglasses.

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Dude, it’s a mall. Yea, that would make the fact that it was crowded expected however malls really shouldn’t have been crowded because they weren’t that fun to be at. Okay so Cal would actually really enjoy being in the mall so he could be obnoxious to people if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a vampire… but people needed to know better and not go to the mall while vampires were there like jeez c’mon now. Cal laughed a little at Blake’s comment, but after his little inner monologue there he was unable to come up with a defensive response. Well as soon as we’re done here you can go back to being a hermit in the forest. Cal laughed at that comment slightly more. They were definitely hermits but as much as the mall made Cal annoyed after a while being a hermit wasn’t all that fun. ”Being a hermit is boring. And the mall is only fun for like four seconds. What’s the third option?” And then we were throwing phones because that’s smart but according to Blake’s last post I already ranted about how the phone shouldn’t have been thrown so there’s no need for that here. Hey, at least you caught it. That’s good for you. Cal smirked. ”I get it. Zero coordination.” The jokes weren’t anything new.

I always thought I was extremely inconspicuous. ”No one your height it inconspicuous.” It wasn’t even the fact that Blake was tall that made him noticeable because he was just a generally very noticeable person but the height thing was the easiest thing to poke fun at in the moment. Because you are a geek. Just not a useful one. Well that was obnoxious. Whatever—it could be worse. ”Fine. Not being useful keeps me under a five on the geek rating scale.” But that didn’t exactly solve their phone problem. I guess we could like… put up an add on the internet—wait that won’t work. Well that was not helpful in the least bit—at least he realized that. We should just grab the computer anyway. I mean, worst case we use it for the stupid built in games. Nope… that didn’t work either Blake, try again. ”Yea, great. Like, pacman and stuff. We’ll just plug the computer into a tree.” So the computer thing wasn’t turning out to be an easy fix. ”We should just steal a credit card from someone and pay for the phones… then they’ll activate them for us.” Then they went to go look in other stores and Cal picked up one of the leather jackets from the rack. He then walked over to Blake while looking around for where cameras were. He muttered casually to his friend, ”One camera on us, one in the back.”


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"Being a hermit is boring. And the mall is only fun for like four seconds. What’s the third option?" "Getting attention spans, I guess." Which.. was really damn unlikely to happen any time soon, although it would probably make their lives easier in the long run. "I mean, there's always hustling people at sports and stuff, but that gets boring too." Blake shrugged. It wasnt their fault being a vampire made them awesome at everything except Cal like still tripped over his feet on a regular basis but that didnt count Seriously, if they wanted money all Blake needed to do was go to a bar with a pool table and work his magic. But things were easy so they got lazy and then they got bored and then they did stupid shit like drawing a line around the forest (even though that was a perfectly good idea done for a valid reason, obviously) "We could become world famous rock stars." Now there was an idea. Not a very good one, but thats what Cal got for asking Blake to think. And then he beat Blake to the point of his teasing and he laughed. "I get it. Zero coordination." "Dude, it's no fun to make fun of you when you agree." Like, common sense here. Not that Cal agreeing was going to stop him from saying anything. Besides, for that to happen, Cal would have to keep his obnoxious comments to himself too. ”No one your height is inconspicuous.” "Okay, fine. Thats fair.. since I mean, we're practically perfect in every other way." Tall people needed to have one thing they werent amazing at, otherwise it would be unfair to the rest of the world. And being inconspicuous was over rated anyway. Obnoxiousness what where it was at. If that much wans’t obvious by now. (If it’s not you need an IQ check)

”Not being useful keeps me under a five on the geek rating skill.” "So like a four point nine? That explains why you dont have a girlfriend. The cool ones think youre too much of a geek and the geeky ones think youre not lame enough." Okay, so the hermit vampire thing might have had something to do with it. And that fact that girls were crazy. But again, going with the easiest thing to pick fun at because having a conversation that didnt consist of insults would be out of character. ”Yea, great. Like, pacman and stuff. We’ll just plug the computer into a tree.” Uh huh, yeah, so Blake didn’t think of that. "We'll just.. get a new one when it dies." ”We should just steal a credit card from someone and pay for the phones… then they’ll activate them for us.” Or they could do that. That worked. "You couldnt have thought of that a few minutes ago?" he asked incredulously. "We'll go back later. Its not like we have anything else to do." They could take a credit card from someone walking around the mall and bring it back to the other store. One again, their plan was foolproof. (Actually, their foolproof plan they messed up earlier was NOW foolproof.) ”One camera on us, one in the back.” He nodded. Cue the mind messing with of numerous people who would have gotten in their way if not for Blake’s awesomeness. Once they were outside he smirked at Cal. ”So, since uncoordination comes naturally to you, I figure you could pull off that bump into a guy and grab his wallet thing pretty well?” Yeah, okay, so it was just a good opportunity to make fun of Cal, but he did have a way with ungracefulness, and he didn’t quite look as “potential criminal” as Blake did.. not to mention Blake needed to be on witness elimination duty.

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Getting attention spans, I guess. ”Not happening. Too heavy to carry around.” He’d have said they were too expensive but hah, they didn’t care how expensive things were. I mean, there’s always hustling people at sports and stuff, but that gets boring too. …. We could become world famous rock stars. Obviously Blake had a very realistic idea of what they could do with their time. ”Being famous isn’t gonna work, man. Your face would be everywhere,” he said with a smirk. They couldn’t have people recognizing them because it’d just cause a lot of problems after disappearing one night. Dude, it’s no fun to make fun of you when you agree. ”Then maybe you should go with insults that are harder to believe.” Like, Cal tripped all the time. He knew he couldn’t run…or yanno walk or move if there were a lot of things to avoid colliding with like trees or buildings or people. If Bake were to be all ‘dude you’re ugly’ or something then obviously Cal would disagree to such a blatant lie. Okay, fine. That’s fair.. since I mean, we’re practically perfect in every other way. Callum rolled his eyes and grinned. Blake was on a really obnoxious roll… like he was always obnoxious but he was doing really well on that particular day. ”Yup, you’re perfect,” he responded with sarcasm.

Then Blake went on about why Cal was not accepted by cool people or geeky people and so he didn’t have a girlfriend…at which point Cal refrained from explaining that normal people didn’t meet their girlfriends in the woods and then start getting intimate with them just for entertainment. ”Four point nine…works for me… as long as you’re like a two.” Blake couldn’t be that much lower on the scale because well he hung out with Cal all the time so something had to be rubbing off on him if not the association alone. We’ll just… get a new one when it dies. That wasn’t a horrible idea but it sounded like a lot of work and it’d be kind of obnoxious to have computers continuously disappearing from the stores. You couldn’t have thought of that a few minutes ago? ”Sorry—I was too busy getting excited about your good idea—ooh, wait…” He didn’t have one. Cal won. We’ll go back later. It’s not like we have anything else to do. Cal nodded—they had all the time in the world. They just needed to like… not separate from each other until they went because otherwise they wouldn’t be able to call each other and describe which tree they were at.

Okay, queue the obnoxiousness for like the billionth time that hour. So, since uncoordination comes naturally to you, I figure you could pull off that bump into a guy and grab his wallet thing pretty well? Cal again rolled his eyes and smirked. He’d get the wallet—he just wasn’t going to completely humor Blake while doing it. ”Just make sure nobody sees me.” And by that he meant to make sure nobody remembered him because he didn’t really give a damn what anyone saw. Anyway, Cal watched people walking by for a few moments, saw a wallet in a back pocket, and casually walked away from the store they’d just come out of, starting to head for another one until someone coincidentally fell right in front of him. I mean Cal didn’t know what the guy’s problem was he must have suddenly become really tired or something—weird. Cal then took the wallet while he was down, slipped it into his own pocket, and helped the guy up before walking back over to Blake and tossing the wallet to him. ”Take what you want before he figures out it’s gone.” Not that that would be an issue—he’d come back, they could give him back the wallet and Blake could make him confused.

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”Not happening. Too heavy to carry around.” Yeah, for various reasons such as their weight and price, Blake and Cal weren’t going to be getting attention spans any time before they got two luxury race cars (which honestly could happen in the near future, seeing as they weren’t getting many other ideas). ”Being famous isn’t gonna work, man. Your face would be everywhere.” ”Aw man- that’s bullshit. We’d make damn good famous people.” Seriously, they were attractive, amusing, and literally, invincible. I mean, sure, some minimal talent was required but they had that and nowadays that wasn’t even important anyway. But yeah, there was the problem that people might recognize them and since they’d disappeared and probably been declared dead by this point that wasn’t really going to work. ”I guess this is the shitty part of being superheros, huh?” With cool powers came a need to not draw too much attention to themselves and it was probably the only real “responsibility” they had… thus one of the more annoying things in their life. ”We need secret identities.” Because yanno, that solved all the problems in the movies and therefor was a totally valid solution to their problem.

”Then maybe you should go with insults that are harder to believe.” ”Good idea, I’ll work on it.” Probably not because like Blake wasn’t going to put that much effort into thinking up things that weren’t worth insulting Cal for just to bug him about them and start arguments. He’d have to deal with the agreement. Which sucked because agreeing got boring. ”Glad we’re on the same page.” He grinned when Cal sarcastically called him perfect as if it was anything less then the truth. ”Four point nine.. works for me.. as long as you’re like a two.” ”One point five, actually.” Blake responded. ”And only ‘cuz I’m willing to hang around with you.” Obviously, if the few thing we know about their human lives were any indication, neither of them are geeks and they hardly were making a sacrifice having to hang out but yanno, saying stuff like that doesn’t make for an amusing post so we’ll go back to sarcasm.

Yeah, Blake was doing a good job with the obnoxiousness, thanks for noticing. Cal was on a roll too though. ”Sorry- I was too busy getting excited about your good idea- ooh wait.” Blake chuckled. ”You get excited about imaginary ideas often? Maybe you should see someone about that.” Cal most definitely did not win. Luckily for both of them, they were in a mall and therefore not surrounded by trees and so describing where they were wasn’t going to be a prob—oh right they don’t have phones well I missed the point of that, okay, one point Cal whatever. They’d have phones as soon as they were able to find someone to steal money from which Blake had designated as Cal’s job because he was pretty observant and all that junk. ”Just make sure nobody sees me.” ”Done.” Blake nodded.

He stood in front of the store while Cal walked up to some unsuspecting person and made them all but pass out in front of him. Amusing as it was, Blake tore his attention away from his friend to make sure that nobody else was watching. A few people had stopped, assumably to make sure the guy was okay or something and Blake concentrated on making them forget what they’d been watching, knowing he was successful when they started on their way again. Pretty soon Cal came back and tossed him a wallet which he caught because he wasn’t uncoordinated. ”Well that was subtle.” Seriously, with all the ways that they could use being vampires to their advantage to steal stuff, making someone pass out in the middle of a walkway was brilliantly the stupidest thing Blake had ever seen and Cal was going to be hearing about it for a while. ”Take what you want before he figures out its gone.” Blake took out all the cash that was in the wallet and some kind of a card that had money on it and couldn’t be traced. He pocketed the goods and then looked at Cal again. ”Wanna just leave it here? He’ll think he dropped it and some assholes stole his shit.” Wasn’t too far from the truth anyway.

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Aw man- that’s bullshit. We’d make damn good famous people. I guess this is the shitty part of being superheros, huh? Cal laughed and shook his head. ”Guess so…but it’s not a lost cause. We just gotta wait until like…everyone we know….dies. Shit, this sucks.” Even with the obnoxiousness he did mean that it sucked. They could be as famous as they wanted to. They just had to wait until nobody knew who they were anymore. They didn’t wait well though, so that wasn’t going to be fun. In the meantime, they had to come up with other forms of entertainment….or, yanno, having secret identities because that was more realistic than waiting a century. We need secret identities. ”We do. You should work on that… masks and all.” They were starting to take the whole superhero thing pretty far. It was sort of getting ridiculous but it was sort of their thing so that’s where the genius ideas were coming from. Good idea, I’ll work on it. Yeaa, he wasn’t going to work on that but Cal wasn’t going to call him out for it. That’d work in his favor anyway. They didn’t always agree so if Cal was going to agree with Blake’s insults he was cool with that. One point five, actually. And only ‘cuz I’m willing to hang around with you. If their other friends could hear this conversation at the moment there’s no way they’d be forgetting it any time soon. The things they argued about were beyond irrelevant. ”One point seven.” Because bargaining this out was going to work…because the scale was real. Ridiculous.

They were both being obnoxious and deserved equal credit. It just needed to be restated because we need to announce this at least once per post. You get excited about imaginary ideas often? Maybe you should see someone about that. Cal chuckled as well, shoving Blake with his elbow. ”Well maybe if you’d come up with one every once in a while…” Seriously then Cal wouldn’t have to get excitement out of imaginary things and then he’d be completely sane and so when it came down to it Cal’s insanity was Blake’s fault. Anyway they managed to get the wallet and Blake had wanted the wallet and Cal had wanted the wallet and they had the wallet so Cal didn’t really see what the problem was. Well that was subtle. ”I have you. I don’t have to be subtle.” If anyone suspected something weird they’d forget what they saw. And they weren’t even going to suspect anything other than that one guy’s inability to like eat and sleep or anything else that could keep people from randomly passing out in public. Besides, if you were in the mall and you saw that happen, tell me your first thought would be ‘wow that guy just fell down out of nowhere VAMPIRE’. Oh, wait, you can’t…or you’d be lying. Wanna just leave it here? He’ll think he dropped it and some assholes stole his shit. Cal nodded, liking the idea. ”What assholes—that poor man.”

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”Guess so…but it’s not a lost cause. We just gotta wait until like…everyone we know….dies. Shit, this sucks.” Blake groaned. Seriously, the amount of patience required for that was insane. It weighed at least three times the amount of the attention spans they weren’t bothering with. ”Can’t we just pretend to be humans? We can like.. make up some story about what happened. Hell, we can tell the truth. It’s not like anyone’s going to believe us.” They could probably go back to all their old friends right now and say ‘hey we’re vampires’ and what would happened? The guys would laugh and they’d be like ‘welcome back idiots’ and that would be the end of it. ”We do. You should work on that.. masks and all.” ”Yeah and what are you gonna do?” I mean Blake wasn’t doing all the work himself. Even if he did take credit for all things superhero related in their lives (except like.. getting them turned into vampires that was all Cal’s stupidity) It was a great idea though. Even better than their ‘lets draw a line around the forest’ idea.. and that was a good idea.. just in case it wasn’t obvious. ”Seriously, I think we could pull this off though.” They’d get famous, have something to do, and nobody would know it was them. It was perfect.

”There’s got to be like a costume store in the mall right?” Not only were they pulling it off but they were doing it soon. Because that’s how Blake and Cal were when they got ideas. I’d say that didn’t procrastinate but mostly it was just they didn’t give themselves enough time to realize how many things could go wrong before trying it out. Made life more interesting.. planning..pft. Besides, like Cal would cover in a few minutes, Blake was a cop out for anything that went wrong anyway. ”One point seven.” ”Point six.” They were definitely winning the award for most pointless argument of the year with this one. ”Well maybe if you’d come up with one every once in a while.” Cal elbowed him and Blake let him have that one, even though he could have argued that he had most of their good ideas because.. he did. He laughed again when Cal agreed with his plan. ”What assholes- that poor man.” Blake tossed the wallet behind a garbage can for whoever to find and do what they wanted with. ”Well- It’s not our problem anymore. I feel better about myself already.” By this point it was pretty obvious the two of them didn’t have much in the ways of consciences.

”Race you back to the- “ realizing why that wasn’t going to work he quickly got annoyed again. ”Aw man we can’t do anything fun in public.” Without masks. Once they had masks.. this wouldn’t be a problem anymore. ”Whatever, I’d have won anyway.” It was surprising they still got any kind of enjoyment out of having races. Now they had to walk back to the store with the phones like boring normal people.


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Hell, we can tell the truth. It’s not like anyone’s going to believe us. He was right—nobody would believe them. It’d just be another story they came up with because they were too obnoxious to just satisfy people with the truth. But the whole act just seemed kind of complicated. Just because they told people they were vampires didn’t mean they could be vampires with people. The way they’d been living, there were many reasons why hiding that was barely possible. ”C’mon, man. We show up again, people expect us to be places. We can’t hang out with people anymore.” Sure, little slip ups like running too quickly were things Blake could take care of but Blake couldn’t fix every mistake they had the potential of making. ”Besides, I’m pretty sure if we looked like this in ten years someone would notice.” Cal didn’t even know what the big deal actually was, but he knew there was one. It just sort of seemed like they were vampires—what was the worst possible problem humans could pose on them? Though at the same time something about the idea of revealing that seemed like something they really didn’t want to do. Yeah and what are you gonna do? ”Think of something better.” It sounded ridiculous they couldn’t actually make that work…could they? Seriously, I think we could pull this off though. ”You’re really serious.” It wasn’t a question. Blake thought they could do it. Well then, if it failed, Blake’s fault. We have established in previous threads on other forums that the optimist is the one blamed when shit comes crumbling down.

There’s got to be like a costume store in the mall right? Cal raised an eyebrow. ”Right…I’ll let you try on the tights first.” Cal wasn’t sure what kind of costumes Blake had in mind but just because they were hiding their faces didn’t mean they had to look ridiculous. They looked ridiculous enough on their own while having arguments I mean are we really still doing this right now? Point six. ”Done.” It was better than a one, anyway. Cal would take what he could get—he wasn’t as persistent with arguing as Blake was. Blake announced that he felt better about himself and Cal rolled his eyes with a smirk. ”Yup, you’re good Samaritan of the year.” He did laugh when Blake tossed the wallet, though that mood booster didn’t last long if they couldn’t even celebrate. Race you back to the- Cal opened his mouth to say something but Blake caught on on his own. Aw man we can’t do anything fun in public. ”Not while people recognize us. Guess your idea doesn’t completely suck.” Whatever, I’d have won anyway. ”Bullshit. There are no trees in here.”


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”We can’t hang out with people anymore.” Okay, Cal had a point. (I know, it happens sometime.) It’s not like they could just come back, say hi, and then take off again. (Okay, so they COULD, but it would be incredibly obnoxious and probably fuck up a lot of people’s plans and mental states… Yeah, okay, so Blake was thinking about it) ”Man, if things don’t go well I just.. yanno. Nothin’ happened.” Yeah, so he was a little over-confident in his abilities, but in his defense they hadn’t gotten in any real trouble yet. Besides, it’s not like they were talking about becoming internationally famous (any more). He just wanted to hang out with some of their old friends. ”You really think any of the guys are gonna care if they found out?” I mean, these people hung out with Blake and Cal on a regular basis. They obviously deserved some credit for being cool. ”I mean what would you do?” Yeah, Blake would be a little weirded out by the fact he had an immortal bloodsucking friend, but he’d still want to hang out with him. Exhibit A: Cal. I mean, Cal was a immortal bloodsucking klutzy dweeb and Blake still hung out with him. Then again, Blake was just an awesome guy. (And an immortal bloodsucking cocky asshole.) That helped.

”Right, I’ll let you try on the tights first.” ”Tights? I was thinking waxed skinny jeans.” We did cover the fact that Blake was serious about this. Well, he seriously wasn’t going to run around in tights. Besides, in like seventy years he was making Cal get on board with the rock star plans so they might as well start working the image now. Okay, so Blake was already there, but whatever. It was happening. ”Yup, you’re good Samaritan of the year.” ”I’d like my award mailed to the tree with those two messed up branches next to the waterfall.” Obviously, the messed up branches were their doing, and the only thing that made using that tree as an index slightly more helpful than any other one. Besides, the waterfall was part of their (expertly claimed) territory, therefor making it a proper mailing address. Cal finally agreed with him (about something fun that they couldn’t do.. great, Cal, great time to agree, way to be an optimist) ”Guess your idea doesn’t completely suck.” ”My idea’s awesome.” ”Bullshit. There are no trees in here.” ”Yeah, just a ton of people and those obnoxious stands in the middle of the walkway” (that are apparently called kiosks according to google but that’s’ a stupid sounding word so whatever)

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