Fangs

*Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen - More Lies

Caleb's POV

I glared at Markus when I closed the apartment door behind me. "You stole it." I accused him.

"Stole what?" He asked, smiling.

He knew what he'd stolen, the--

"Oohh!" He stated suddenly, cutting my thoughts short. "I stole your car, didn't I?"

"Markus," I dragged out. "Give me the keys."

He laughed and threw my car keys towards me. I caught them and put them in my pocket.

"How'd it go? Did you sort it out?" He asked.

"Where's Chloe?" I asked.

"Here." She replied.

I jumped. "Oh my God - don't do that!" I glanced at her as she walked out of the dining room. She laughed in reply.

"I had to walk all the way back - thanks for waiting for me." I glared at Markus.

"Caleb," Markus stated. "Answer the question."

"I forgave him." I told him.

"Really?!"

"Yeah..." I replied. "Am I making a mistake...?"

"No - I'm just surprised." He responded.

"How's your arm, Chloe?" I asked, looking back at her.

"It's okay."

"What's your first impressions of our strange families?" Markus asked.

"Yours are a little...enthusiastic--" She said to Markus.

"That means insane." I told him.

"And yours are a little scary..." She told me.

"That means...wait, scary? Yeah, I guess they are a little on the Halloween-y and creepy side."

Markus laughed. "When is it Halloween?"

"Next month." Chloe and I replied.

"Oh..." He paused. "We should watch a horror film on Halloween. Y'know, for the fun of it."

"You're insane." I commented. Like his family. "But, I guess we could. If you want to, Chloe."

She nodded. "Sure."

"My family aren't as scary once you get to know them--"

"Says the guy who hated his brother for a century." Markus coughed.

I glared at him, then continued: "--and Markus' family are slightly less insane--" He glared at me, this time. "--sorry, slightly less enthusiastic when you get to know them."

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One Week Later...

"Leave me alone!" I shouted, throwing my phone onto the sofa beside me.

Markus came into the room. "Stop shouting!" He shouted.

I raised an eyebrow at him, and he laughed. He picked my phone up and looked at the screen.

"You could have killed your phone, idiot."

"But I didn't." I responded. "He won't stop ringing me. How did he even get my number?" I sighed in exasperation.