A/n: Just so you all know, I am NOT taking in some oneshot requests right now. I'm currently trying to finish the ones I already have but rest assured that one day I will be ok with opening requests later in time.

This oneshot will be a two-parter (since it seemed to have worked out that way) and will only have one ending. I'm debating whether to make two endings or not but maybe. Thoughts? The guy who the reader ends up with will be revealed at the very end. Part two will probably come up later today. Also, I'm terribly sorry if either Pete and Mike seem a little ooc. I tried T__T

Anyway, Please vote this up and leave any comment! Love y'all! Also, happy holidays! Just a few more days until Christmas, everyone!

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I gazed blankly at my best friend as he talked animatedly about his hobby... Ahem, sorry, way of life. There was no way I could try to talk him out of it. He seemed very keen to keep at this new fad. Who am I to say to stop him from something he obviously loves? "Lady (F/n), surely, you can reconsider your views and live forever with me and our crew?" Mike asked me while flipping his hair over his shoulder.

I had my arms crossed over my chest as I continued to stare indifferently at him with narrowed eyes. "Mikey--"

"It's Vampir," he quickly interjected with a stern look on his face.

"Sorry, Vampir," I corrected myself with a roll of my (e/c) eyes. "But, being a vampire isn't really my thing."

Mike then pouted his lips to me, in which I would usually find adorable if he wasn't wearing those fangs. "What a shame," he sighed. He then bared a smile. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?"

I frowned slightly. "Tomorrow? Are you forgetting something today?" He stared at me blankly. He goddamn forgot? Seriously? "Mikey, hello? It's Friday! We always watch a horror movie every Friday. You did this to me last week... And the week before that!"

"Oh. OH!" Mike gaped once the pieces finally clicked in his brain. I tapped my foot and nodded at him. "Lady (F/n), my apologies! It had slipped my mind!"

"Yeah, I realized," I grumbled. I sighed and trotted down the steps of the school. I suddenly felt someone grip my wrist before I took the last step. I swerved back around and glared at him.

"Lady (F/n), please forgive me! We're doing another ritual and as leader, I can't--"

"Miss it," I finished for him. "I know, I know." I tore my arm away from him. "I'll see you around, Mike." I took the last step and then rushed away down the sidewalk, ignoring his desperate calls for me.

Was I being too clingy? I don't think so. Mike's my best friend, I should feel a little possessive if I haven't seen him in a while. And that's exactly the case. I barely see Mike. That's probably why he wanted me to become a vampire just so I can be within his newfound group and hang out with him more. I simply can't change myself just so I could see my best friend more.

I couldn't bring myself to go home. My feet seemed to be in control as I strolled into the middle of town. Since it was the beginning of winter, South Park was colder than usual. My (f/c) jacket wasn't going to cut it any longer at these dropping temperatures.

Then I spot someone familiar just in the distance. Once squinting my eyes, I figured out who it was. "Hey, Pete!" I called while waving my hand over to him.

Now, you may think, why are you acquainted with a goth kid? Well, we were paired up for an English project during our freshman year. At first, I thought it'd be me doing most of the work but Pete definitely showed his passion since we had Edgar Allen Poe for our project. During the short two weeks of working with the goth, I've grown to tolerate and enjoy his company. Occasionally whenever I pass by him in the hallways or at lunch, I would greet him like any other friend of mine. He would usually shoot me a nod in return and if I'm lucky enough, he would greet me back and continue on his way. I guess that is what makes him different from his goth group. He actually gives me the time of day.

Pete's eyes lingered over to me as he puffed out smoke into the chilly air. I gave him a warm smile as I came up by his side. "What are you doing out here by yourself?" I asked him out of curiosity. "Shouldn't you be with Michael, Henrietta, and Firkle?"

He shifted his weight and so he was now standing up straight rather than leaning back on the wall. He rubbed the back of his neck and replied with a shrug, "Eh, I decided to do my own thing today." He flicked his cigarette onto the concrete ground and stomped on it. "What about you? Aren't you always with your vampire boyfriend?" Instantly, I felt a dark aura surrounding me at the mention of my so-called best friend. "Uh, did I strike a chord or some shit?"

I crossed my arms. "We're not dating!" I snapped at him. I sighed when I saw the surprised look on Pete's face, a visible cloud of air escaping my lips. "That vampire fad stole him away from me and I barely get to hang out with him anymore."

A cold breeze passed us and I shivered in my spot. I hugged myself tighter in hopes for warmth. "Do you, er, want to head to the coffeehouse?" Pete suddenly asked me.

I thought about it but I had an obvious answer. "Yeah, sure. I would kill for some hot chocolate right now." Pete nodded and we both walked over to Tweek Bros in comfortable silence. When we entered the place, warmth immediately welcomed me, much to my pleasure.

We joined the short line that was quick to lessen. Once at the front, Pete was fast to order. "One dark roast and a hot chocolate," he told Tweek, who happened to be cashier today.

The jittery boy nodded and told our order to his father. "ACK. That'll be $7.75," Tweek informed us, twitching as usual.

Just as I was about to fish out my wallet from my backpack, Pete had already taken out money enough for the both of us and gave it to the messy haired blond. "Wait!" I sputtered out. My outburst caused Tweek to flinch and glimpse over at me with wide, panicked eyes. "Pete, what are you doing?"

"I'm paying?" He muttered out like it was the most obvious concept to understand.

"Y-You're ok with paying with mine?" I asked. Pete slightly nodded and gestured for Tweek to continue on to give him his change. Once the blond did so, he nervously told us that our drinks will take a minute to make. I glazed my eyes over to the goth next to me. "Hey, thanks."

Pete just shrugged his shoulders, his face turned away from me for some unknown reason. "It's whatever." Once our drinks arrived, we occupied a table nearby the window. Another surprising thing between the two of us was how easy it was to get into deep conversation. I guess Pete and I just seem to click, despite our differences.

And, I guess that's also why I have a teeny tiny crush on him.

Within two hours of just hanging out in the coffee shop, my phone started to ring. I glanced at the screen of my phone; it was an unknown number. Cautiously, I answered the call and pressed my phone to my ear. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hello, my name is Akiko Mizushima. Is this (m/n) (l/n)'s daughter?" A woman replied in a very serious tone. {A/n: (m/n) = mother's name} I knitted my brows together in confusion. Why does this random woman know who my mom is and how did she get my number?

"Yes, this is her," I muttered out. Pete stared at me with genuine concern. I gazed back at him, fully focused into the phone call. "What is this about?"

"Your mother was just in a horrible accident and is being taken to Hell's Pass Hospital," Ms. Mizushima told me straightforwardly.

My body started to tremble. "I-Is she ok?" I choked out, unable to stop the tears from pouring. "W-What happened?!"

"It was a car crash. A drunk driver hit her head on. And your mother is in critical condition but she's alive, at least." I placed a hand over my mouth to maintain my sons. "I'm so very sorry."

"Y-yeah, ok. Th-thank you so much," I muttered out. I ended the call and abruptly got out of my chair.

"What happened, (F/n)?" Pete asked me.

"My mom is in the hospital, I have to go," I sputtered out.

Pete stood up. "No, it's ok. I'll walk with you there."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I can't let you walk by yourself in this damn crazy town." He picked up our empty cups and threw them in the trash can by the door. "Let's go."

Pete and I briskly walked towards the hospital. When we made it inside, I rushed over to the front desk. "(M/n) (L/n)?" I asked the woman behind the desk frantically.

"I'm sorry, miss, she can't have any visitors right now," she calmly informed me. "Please go ahead and sit in the waiting area."

"Are you sure? She's the only family I have left!" I pleaded with tears rolling down my reddened cheeks.

“I'm sorry. You'll have to wait," she repeated with a sympathetic look on her face.

I gave her a nod and sat down in the nearly deserted room, with Pete by my side. "Pete, I-I can't lose her," I stammered out through sobs. Unexpectedly, he wrapped an arm around my body and pulled me into his chest. What was surprising was that he had a pleasant, musky smell mixed with smoke. It was an unusually comforting scent. I slithered my arms around his torso and let myself cry into his chest, very grateful that I had someone to rely on...

~*~*~A few days later~*~*~

"You think you're going to be ok, (F/n)?" Pete gingerly asked me as we entered school together Monday morning.

Throughout the weekend, Pete was humble enough to keep me company while I waited to see my mom. At this point, he was the only person I was comfortable talking about the situation with. But, the news had captured the car crash and everyone in South Park knew now. My phone and social media sites had blown up with calls and messages, telling me how sorry they were for this tragic accident. I ignored each message, as I didn't want to be reminded every second. I was ok with just talking to Pete. He made me feel at ease even when I feel like shit.

"Um, yeah, I'll be fine," I reassured him. I pulled my (f/c) hood over my head in hopes people won't recognize me.

"Ok, meet me after class ok?"

I gave him a nod and then we separated ways. Surely, I knew Pete wasn't going to class but it was sweet to hear that he's willing to meet up with me... Doesn't he usually hang out with his goth group?

I zoomed through the hallways to get to my classroom. But before I could entered, someone had grabbed my forearm and tore me away from the doorway. As I was about to blow up for being manhandled, I realized who it was. "(F/n)," Mike said breathlessly as he gazed down at me. He cupped my face within his cool hands. "Why didn't you call me last Friday? Why haven't you answered any of my calls or texts? I've been worried sick!" I shifted my eyes away and shoved his arms away from me. "(F/n)?"

"Leave me alone, Mike." I tried to enter the classroom but he blocked me by his arm. "Weren't you busy with your vampire crap anyway? I didn't want to interrupt or anything!" I spat sarcastically.

His eyes widened at my outburst. I knew why he was shocked. Not once in my life have I ever yelled at him or have been extremely mad at him. Sure, I was peeved at him last Friday but it was different now. Despite how many calls and texts he sent me, not once have he tried to look for me at the hospital (where I would obviously be at) or at my home. If the circumstances were turned, I would've done that for him. I would've done anything. But Mike? Nowadays, I feel like he cares for his vampire group more than the best friend who he had known since way before that.

"(F/n), you always come first," he murmured with a saddened tone.

"Doesn't feel like it," I snapped back at him. "Go before you're late for class, Vampir." I smacked his arm away and went inside my classroom. I rushed over to my desk and sat down. Droplets fell onto the desktop. I buried my face into my hands.

Goodness, what a damn mess I'm in.