My Roommate Is a Vampire

by Jenna Levine

“Amelia,” he said, laughing. “You have got to talk with Cassie’s new roommate.” Sam’s words distracted me completely from my anxiety over talking with Amelia and David, catching my attention as effectively as a record scratch in a quiet room. Alarmed, I turned to look at Frederick, whose wrist was in Sam’s iron grip. He was staring, wild-eyed, down at his shoes. Before I could ask what was going on, Sam turned to me and said, delighted, “You never told me Frederick was such a big Taylor Swift fan.” I choked on my sip of wine. “I’m sorry,” I said, once I recovered. “But . . . Taylor Swift?” Frederick shuffled his feet awkwardly. “I . . . might have mentioned a few things I knew about Taylor Swift to some people in the kitchen.” “A few things?” Sam laughed again and shook his head. “Don’t be so modest. Your knowledge of her 1989 era is encyclopedic.” I had to stifle a laugh in my palm. “Is that so?” “It is!” Sam gushed. “Like I was saying, Frederick—you need to talk with Amelia. She loves meeting other Swifties, especially when they’re people who don’t fit the usual stereotypes.”

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