I Have What Now….?
Derek POV
It had been a few weeks since I let Chloe keep that Dalmatian puppy she found on the street, and, despite how much that thing hated me, I let her keep it. Now, the thing has fleas. Right now, we were sitting on the couch in the hotel we were staying in, watching a movie, with her on my lap. I was twisting a strand of her hair, and then dropped it to furiously scratch a spot on my arm. "Are you going to be Changing again soon?" Chloe said, eyeing the red spot on my arm my scratching left. "Probably." I sighed. Every week I had to endure that pain, however the end result was definitely worth it. I loved running through the forest as a wolf.
The Dalmatian puppy, Spots as she named him(how original) bounded onto the couch, and curled up beside her, with a soft growl to me. Funny how when the dog thinks he's being fierce he just looks ridiculous with the gigantic cone around his head. I scratched again, my ankle this time. Dad walked it, "Time for bed you two." With a quick kiss to Chloe's forehead, I hoisted her off of me and made my way to bed.
I panted, flopping over onto the ground as I finished my transformation into a wolf. I rolled over, rubbing my still very itchy back on the ground. I'm sure I looked like a dog. I lay back down. Chloe came and sat beside me, curling up into my stomach. "Still itchy?" she asked, blue eyes looking up at me. I bobbed my head. She bit her lip, then started running her fingers through my fur. She stopped. "I knew it!" I heard her whisper. I looked at her, a questioning look on my wolfy face. She was trying not to laugh." Derek, you have fleas."
Next thing I knew, I was in the bathtub of my hotel room, getting an entire bottle of flea shampoo washed into my fur, with Tori and Simon laughing their butts off at the bathroom door. They were trying to calm themselves down enough so they could take a picture of me." Careful or we might have to put the cone on you!" Tori snickered. Simon was starting to hyperventilate from laughing so hard. I hung my head in shame, my dignity taking a huge blow beneath the belt. Dad and Lauren just looked at me sympathetically, trying not to laugh for my sake. " Did you know werewolves could get fleas?" Dad asked Lauren. "No." Dad sighed." I guess we know now." I raised my head, and looked at Spots, and I swore he would be laughing at what he did to me if he had vocal cords.
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