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Authors: Rene Lanausse
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yourself lucky, pup.”
Rachel’s face flushes until it’s nearly as red as her hair, and she looks down at the ground. “Sorry, it’s just… I didn’t expect anyone like me to be here.”
Anyone like me… I don’t remember telling her that Landon was a werewolf. Then again, she and Nick each seemed to know what the other was without ever saying a word. Maybe certain supernatural beings give off particular scents, and you need a strong nose like that of a vampire or werewolf to detect them.
Landon takes a moment to put on the tank top he brought out with him, and says, “There are more of us than you think. In fact, I’m part of a support group for people like us. People who need a place to go where they feel safe to talk.” Landon hands Rachel a card that reads The Pack in large letters, and says, “You should come. I’ve seen a lot of young weres benefit from attending a few meetings.”
“When do you guys meet?,” Rachel asks. She seems to have already decided to go.
“Every full moon, a couple of hours before sundown, at the address on the card,” Landon replies. He then turns to me. “You’re welcome to come too, Heather, the meetings aren’t were-exclusive. You can just show support and enjoy the free food.”
I glance at Rachel, who gives me a pleading look that I interpret as, “please don’t make me go alone.” So I nod, and say, “Sure, I’d love to come.”
“Cool. I have to go meet with someone at the MOMA who said she might consider putting up a few of my paintings, so I’ll see you guys around.” Landon checks the time on his phone, then looks back up and says, “It was nice meeting you…”
“Rachel.”
“Landon. Hope I see you next week.” Landon grabs a carefully folded shirt from a nearby laundry basket, then heads back into his room to finish getting dressed.
Rachel isn’t quite as familiar with Manhattan as the rest of us, so when we’re ready to leave, Nick and I escort her to a nearby subway station. Before we say our goodbyes, she asks, “Mind if I join you guys again sometime?”
I look at Nick, who nods, and says, “You’re welcome to come over whenever.”
“Coolios. I gotta go, but I’ll be seeing you.” Rachel waves to us, then vanishes down the steps to the 6 train, leaving Nick and I alone at last. I wrap my warm arm around his cold one, and we continue east to my place.
The trip home is unusually silent, mostly because I have a lot on my mind. Nick is likewise tight-lipped, but I can only guess as to why. He almost looks nervous, which is unusual in itself; he’s usually maintained his cool around me. Besides, he’s handsome, and intelligent, and he has a healthy sense of humor… it doesn’t seem to me he has nothing to be nervous about, ever. At least, not around a girl like me.
As my building comes into view, I think of a conversation topic that might pull him out of his shell a little. “Say, Nick… why do you walk me home every night?”
Nick’s caught off guard by the question, but he answers without hesitation. “Because spending time with you is always the highlight of my day.”
My face turns hot, and I’m thankful that it’s dark enough that he can’t see me blush. I hadn’t been expecting that particular answer, and while I’m glad he feels that way, it could really mean anything. Is he trying to say that he likes me, or is he just being nice? I give Nick a quick hug as we say goodnight, the possible implications of his words swimming around in my head, and step into the welcoming light that is my building’s lobby.
My mom is usually home by now, but since the apartment is empty, I assume that she’s either out with Captain Douche, or working overtime. Dinner’s already in the microwave, so I set the timer and head to my room to put down my bookbag. I pull my stuff out of the bag onto my bed, and a green envelope I’ve never seen before falls out from between two of my textbooks. There’s no name on it, but
Rachel’s face flushes until it’s nearly as red as her hair, and she looks down at the ground. “Sorry, it’s just… I didn’t expect anyone like me to be here.”
Anyone like me… I don’t remember telling her that Landon was a werewolf. Then again, she and Nick each seemed to know what the other was without ever saying a word. Maybe certain supernatural beings give off particular scents, and you need a strong nose like that of a vampire or werewolf to detect them.
Landon takes a moment to put on the tank top he brought out with him, and says, “There are more of us than you think. In fact, I’m part of a support group for people like us. People who need a place to go where they feel safe to talk.” Landon hands Rachel a card that reads The Pack in large letters, and says, “You should come. I’ve seen a lot of young weres benefit from attending a few meetings.”
“When do you guys meet?,” Rachel asks. She seems to have already decided to go.
“Every full moon, a couple of hours before sundown, at the address on the card,” Landon replies. He then turns to me. “You’re welcome to come too, Heather, the meetings aren’t were-exclusive. You can just show support and enjoy the free food.”
I glance at Rachel, who gives me a pleading look that I interpret as, “please don’t make me go alone.” So I nod, and say, “Sure, I’d love to come.”
“Cool. I have to go meet with someone at the MOMA who said she might consider putting up a few of my paintings, so I’ll see you guys around.” Landon checks the time on his phone, then looks back up and says, “It was nice meeting you…”
“Rachel.”
“Landon. Hope I see you next week.” Landon grabs a carefully folded shirt from a nearby laundry basket, then heads back into his room to finish getting dressed.
Rachel isn’t quite as familiar with Manhattan as the rest of us, so when we’re ready to leave, Nick and I escort her to a nearby subway station. Before we say our goodbyes, she asks, “Mind if I join you guys again sometime?”
I look at Nick, who nods, and says, “You’re welcome to come over whenever.”
“Coolios. I gotta go, but I’ll be seeing you.” Rachel waves to us, then vanishes down the steps to the 6 train, leaving Nick and I alone at last. I wrap my warm arm around his cold one, and we continue east to my place.
The trip home is unusually silent, mostly because I have a lot on my mind. Nick is likewise tight-lipped, but I can only guess as to why. He almost looks nervous, which is unusual in itself; he’s usually maintained his cool around me. Besides, he’s handsome, and intelligent, and he has a healthy sense of humor… it doesn’t seem to me he has nothing to be nervous about, ever. At least, not around a girl like me.
As my building comes into view, I think of a conversation topic that might pull him out of his shell a little. “Say, Nick… why do you walk me home every night?”
Nick’s caught off guard by the question, but he answers without hesitation. “Because spending time with you is always the highlight of my day.”
My face turns hot, and I’m thankful that it’s dark enough that he can’t see me blush. I hadn’t been expecting that particular answer, and while I’m glad he feels that way, it could really mean anything. Is he trying to say that he likes me, or is he just being nice? I give Nick a quick hug as we say goodnight, the possible implications of his words swimming around in my head, and step into the welcoming light that is my building’s lobby.
My mom is usually home by now, but since the apartment is empty, I assume that she’s either out with Captain Douche, or working overtime. Dinner’s already in the microwave, so I set the timer and head to my room to put down my bookbag. I pull my stuff out of the bag onto my bed, and a green envelope I’ve never seen before falls out from between two of my textbooks. There’s no name on it, but
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