Disclaimer: Don't own characters etc. The marvellous Maggie Stiefvater
Human
Chapter 1- Of Mice and Men
An unusually girly shriek rippled through Grace's house as she opened the bathroom door.
"Sam?" She yelled to no apparent person. "Sam!" She repeated, this time worried, afraid, hastier. Sprinting through the house, she panted as short breaths inhaled and exhaled through her. A mindless wanderer took her over and she became lost in her own house. She didn't know what she was doing until she came to her bedroom door. "Sam?" She knocked on the door stridently and waited.
"Grace help!" A struggling voice replied, the voice of her lover. Bashing the door open, she met his beautiful eyes and sighed. "Go on then! Don't stand there!" She smiled and strode into her room. Sam glued his eyes to the floor, at one particular spot in the centre.
"Sam, it's a mouse." He nodded, seriousness seeping through his glance. "Okay…" She sarcastically grinned, holding back world's largest and unbelievably strident laugh. "It's a toy." Sam raised a confused eyebrow and stared wide-eyed at it.
"That is one life-like stuffed animal though, you gotta admit." She giggled and picked up the teddy mouse.
"You don't know how exceptionally adorable you look right now." She smiled her perfect, amazing, oh-so-sweet grin and joined him on the bed. "What would you do without me?" sam sighed and mused the many moments he could have changed but didn't.
"Well if it wasn't for you, I'd still fear bathtubs… well more than I do now. I probably would have changed too." She rolled her eyes and crunched their lips together. Soon after, there was a kock at the door and her whole body tensed, her eyes grew wider and she stuttered,
"Um… yes?" Her mother replied with a short, hurried statement.
"Why did you shriek? Are you okay?" She jumped from the bed, signalling to Sam. Sam scanned the room and settled on a bed-sheet over his head.
"What the… Sam! Get in the closet." Sam stared at the closet and shook his head.
"I suffer from claustrophobia." She let a silent groan escape and pushed him into her washing basket, leaving his feet poking out and a sheet draped over them to look like washing.
"Grace, what is all that racket?" Her mom asked and pushed the door open. "Your room is a pig sty! And look at all that washing, I'll take it downstairs for you." Grace skidded on the floor and blocked her mother from the basket concealing her werewolf of a boyfriend.
"No! I mean you can't because I… It's… too heavy. You'll put your back out." She smiled gratefully and pushed passed her cautious daughter.
"That's very thoughtful but I can manage." Picking up the basket, she groaned and heaved. "Grace, you have to stop wearing so many clothes! How heavy is this?"
"Eleven stone nine." She replied timidly and looked at Sam's scared and anxious face poking out behind her mom's back. She tried, and failed, to hold back a giggle when he mouthed the words help me and slid back under the cover. She couldn't help but notice how sexy he looked displaying his frightened face. Her mom placed the basket in the corner whilst she sorted some linen in her room to add to the masses. Losing balance, the basket toppled over and Sam rolled out, dizzy and confused. "Under the bed!" Grace whispered and practically pushed him under her bed.
"This is a lot lighter." Her mom smiled and picked the basket up. "How weird." Grace smiled and slammed her door shut, locking it behind her mom.
"Sam, you are an idiot."
"It was you who pushed me into the basket. Can I just say, Grace, I love the leopard print underwear." Grace let a blush of pink tint her cheeks as she punched him lightly in the stomach. "Ow!"
"Toughen up big guy; you're already getting beaten up by your girlfriend!" He smiled and pulled her into his arms again, a sweet, innocent grin on her face. "I need to get ready for school."
"Can't you be late again?" Grace shook herself free from his arms and smiled a toothy grin.
"Yeah, emphasise the word again. No, I'm already in deep shit for skipping school." Sam chuckled, he loved it when she swore because she always looked guilty almost. The rain quietly patted the windows and angrily punched at the pavement, each clear, blue droplet singing an untold, unread story. Grace paused to stare out of the window, a distant, hazy, unreadable expression displaying many emotions. She smiled, day-dreamed and lost. Sam tore her gaze from the woods and lead her away from the window. "It's beautiful, the way the rain falls and the melody it sings." Sam loved the fact she was a unique thinker, she was a dreamer, she was an individual. It made the Grace he adored. The Grace that made him human.
"I know." He calmly grunted and gave her stomach a final squeeze.
A/N: Chapter 1! Reviews will keep this going so if you like, feel free to review.