After my breakdown in the locker room, Bennet and I became what most people would call lovers. Bennet hugged me and held me, and I let him. And he occasionally kissed me. And I let him. I became more of a lover worthy of him. Well, I could say I was always worthy, maybe, but I'm not sure of that. I just know, I'm all in for him now. With all that emotional wreck that I acted as that day, I'm sure I need to stop being hard-to-get. Or, I just have to figure out how to keep myself all together even on rainy, dreary, sad, and emotionally debilitating days. I don't think I cried like that since I bought a pair of shoes that the next day a kid spilled ice cream on it. That was tragic, since they were genuine leather. But all that drama aside, I've made sure that I've been receptive, communicating, loving, can't forget that. I've been there for Bennet. And he liked me for that. Or maybe just as I am.**************************** The final bell of the day rings, and I exit the stu
Walking up the stairs, I'm trying not to trip because Teddy keeps pulling me."Hurry up!" he says excitedly."Okay! Slow down!"Even though Teddy only comes up to only my chest height, because he's higher up on the staircase, he's pulling me like a sack of potatoes. Bennet is behind me, just watching me."Hurry! I want to show you my room!" says Teddy excitedly."Okay!"I didn't know kids love having attention. But, I guess that's to be expected. They love it to have attention showering on them like the rain.Reaching the second floor, Teddy leads me down the hallway with the windows that look out on the forest near the house. Leading me to a door, he throws it open. Inside is a cute little room, with light blue wallpaper and white and red furniture. A kid-size bed sits on the left side of it. It's about the size of my bedroom. This surprises me, seeing as how Teddy is scarce a third-grader, maybe, and yet he has such a large room to himself."What do you think of my room?" asks Teddy
I seriously think I'm going crazy. But not in a way that most people would call a maniac. More like crazy for Bennet. Ever since I visited Bennet's house two days ago, I can't help but want to see him. Whenever I'm not seeing him.Right now, I'm at home, just getting ready for dinner. Bennet said he might swing by later, so I'm just getting some chicken to eat. I'm thinking of just frying them and pouring some vinegar and soy-sauce mixture I know. Also making a little salad. Looking out the window, I observe the grey sky. It's really getting cold. November is just so quick. Next week is Thanksgiving, and school let out yesterday. One of the pros of living in a small town, you get to decide when kids get out, and if it's a little early than the rest of the country, so what? Nobody notices.I put the chicken in some batter, and set it next to the stove. Grabbing two dinner plates, I set them on the kitchen island and lay them out so I can put the chicken on once I fry it. I'm pretty sur
My hand hangs behind me, in Bennet's, as we walk up to the third floor. His warm hand seems to radiate the heat of an electric blanket. Or a puppy. A big puppy. "Are you okay with sleeping together?" asks Bennet. "I'm okay with it," I reply simply. We make it to the landing, and I lead him down the short hallway to my room. Opening the door, I show him in. As Bennet steps in, he closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath of my room. I can't help but laugh at what he's doing. He opens his eyes and looks at me. "What?" he asks. "Nothing," I say as I giggle. Turning to the bathroom, I walk over to it. But two thick arms wrap around from behind me and throw me onto the bed. I gasp out. Bennet walks over to the bed and pulls me to the edge of it. Leaning over me, he leaves just enough room for me to reach up and touch his face. "Tell me," he says. I smile. "No." Bennet frowns. Bennet pulls my arms over my head and holds them with only one of his hands. Using th
Arriving at Bennet's house, I drive up to the little clearing in front of the front door. Parking my car and wrapping my scarf around my thin neck, I push open the door and step out. Walking around to the trunk, I open it and lift the large plate of chocolate pecan pie. I wrapped it in aluminum foil, and a thick canvas cloth I found to keep it warm. I made it this morning. School has been out since last week, so I had plenty of time to go over my recipe. I found it in one of mom's old cooking books. It was handwritten, and I pored over the pages for a few hours, admiring the penmanship. The cold bitter wind stirs up and lashes across my face. I shiver. November in Handerville is really cold. It seems to bite. Carrying it carefully in front of me, I walk to the front door, climbing up the steps of the porch. As I near, the door opens. Bennet stands with a smile. I smile back. Walking in, I set the plate on a little table next to the door and jump into his warm and inviting arm
Stepping into the school, I'm can help but feel a little down. Thanksgiving break is officially dead for this year, and I have to wait another two weeks before Christmas break. Oh well. That's life. I'm walking to my locker and keeping an eye out for Bennet so I can jump into his warm and inviting arms when I hear some strange whispers. Kids are talking back and forth about something. "...A new kid is coming..." "...Says that he's from the city! City of lights!" "...Never seen anybody like him..." I disregard whatever they're saying, and approach my locker. Opening it, I reach in and grab some stuff. Kids these days happen to talk about anything and everything. So there's a new kid? What about it? I never got this much fuss and gossip when I got here. Not that I needed it. I'm perfectly fine with being a shadow in a world of skyscrapers. Nothing to see here, keep marching along now. Stowing my stuff. I close my locker. I'm turning around to see if Bennet's h
The door slams open, jolting me awake. I'm disoriented for several seconds before I can figure out what's going on. "Cayce! Are you okay? You didn't answer and I-What?! Why is there a werewolf in your bed?!" "What's going on?" says Bennet as he stirs under me. I open my eyes and see that I'm sprawled across Bennet's bare chest. I think it's evening, which means I slept about most of the day. And in the doorway is none other than Henry. He looks scandalized seeing Bennet. Then what he said just dawns on me. "It's okay Henry! Bennet isn't going to hurt us! He's-" But Henry screams and flies across the room, his red-brown wings erupting from his back. He shoves me off the bed and lands on top of Bennet, who is finally waking up to his senses."What's going on? Who's this Cayce?" he asks bewildered at the brown-haired boy on top of him. "I'm Henry and I'm gonna kill you!" screams Henry, extending his wings outward into his trademark snake-fang shape. "No!" I scream.
Waking up in the middle of the night, I try to regain my bearings. How did I get here? In my bed, with a muscled-jock werewolf who is addicted to me. I don't know. Something just makes me feel as if this is too good to be true. That when I look over, the boy with the beautiful face and soft chocolate-colored hair is just going to disappear. I reach out and brush some of it off his forehead. Which wakes him up. "Cayce?" he asks, his blue eyes flashing in the moonlight that filters through the drapes and lands on his face. "What's wrong?" he asks, reaching out and wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I snuggle closer, not answering. But I know if I don't, he'll not rest. So I answer. "I feel so content." "Isn't that a good thing?" asks Bennet, looking down at my face which is lying on his chest. "Yes," I say, "but it makes me scared." "Scared? Why?" "I'm afraid that...I'm afraid that you'll disappear the second that I turn away. A part of me just says that