We're at chapter 1 already! I'm so happy!
I'd like to thank my two first reviewers, especially you darkmaid! Sorry I kept you waiting! Anyway, I feel like I've recycled some parts of the first story, but only on these two chapters. I still feel alittle put off by it though, but what can you do? (unless I can do something, than you could just kindly point it out and I'll brave through stormy waters to fix it.)
And now I come to one of the initial reasons for launching this new story, it is, Dan-da-na-Na! Wolf's birthday!
Yes, on this day September 22, our beloved Wolf was born, he's a Virgo! And as a birthday present, I couldn't deny him some open time with Red(he's so spoiled). I could just hug him but then Red might get jealous(she doesn't look it, but she's scary when that happens.)
Which now brings me to the work at hand, you know the deal everyone:
Normal font is Red's point of view, Red's private thoughts, most of which are just her being hard on herself.
This is Wolf's view on things (His thought bubble that he constantly argues with but mostly ignores. He should really work on paying attention to it.)
Other than that, let's get busy!
I've read somewhere that most people remember disastrous events in such vivid detail because it was a disastrous event.
Back then, I also read that the more things you know about someone, the closer you are to that person…
Having known Wolf for a good while now, I headed over to my desk in my four walled, small yet accommodated room, and took out a blank piece of paper, I decided to make a list of things I knew about him.
I didn't like the results.
One: He owns a Harley.
That's obvious from the start…
Two: he's a werewolf.
Points for that bit of knowledge.
Three: He also has the ability to turn to a white wolf…
I don't know how…in fact the werewolf thing is still sorta vague…and we haven't talked about either of the two…
Okay, okay, let's keep some optimism, it's only number three…
Four: …he smokes.
I hate it when he smokes…
Five: … …he drinks?
As far as I can tell, he always has a drink when we're at the club…but that's at the club, I mean that's what clubs serve…
Six: he likes Harleys?
But that should be obvious with him owning one…let's do that over
Six: He's traveled the world...apparently.
Hasn't told me where…or how it was like…or what he did…
That's three things I don't know, not what you're doing right now, Red.
Maybe I should give that a go instead-
No, no! Number Seven: …what's his favorite color?
That's a question!
Right…maybe black. Wait, maybe?
I shook my head and focused on something else.
He doesn't have a job…
That I know of…does he have money in the first place? I've never seen him buy anything…that I know of…again? I should know-forget it, let's see…something trivial…like…like what? Black hair, blue eyes, but that's general knowledge, that doesn't count! I don't even know his favorite food. What does he eat anyway? Where does he go when I'm not around? Is he allergic to anything? What doesn't he like? What's his last name…? what-
I cried out in frustration, stopping my brain from having an overload. I again focused all my energy on the paper before me. I tapped the tip of my pencil on the paper repeatedly, desperate for something to just pop up. Something sure.
Seven: he likes me.
Doesn't he?
"Jesus, this is stupid!"
I think I made a dent in the wall when I pushed my desk back.
Not that I noticed. Or cared for that matter.
I settled on top of my bed and frowned. Never again am i picking up a girl magazine, it goes against my very nature. Screw actually trying to act my gender, it's not healthy. This is what those coperate magazine-people want anyway, they make adolescent girls feel horrible on purpose so they can try to find their answers to the very problems they help create with more and more stupid girl magazines, which make even more problems, meaning that the cycle goes on and on forever until the girls become women and then those women transend to Something Digest and Home Whatever until they become old, decrepit ladies that watch show tunes or the Antic Roadshow! God, Red, you are so weird...
I heard a knock on my door, followed by my Mom's head popping into my room, "Red, sweetie?" She looked worried, "is something the matter? I heard a crash."
"It's nothing Mom…"
"Dinner's ready in ten-"
"I'm not hungry."
"Not hungry?" she placed her hand on her chest, "Are you sick? Do you feel well?"
"I'm fine mom," I snapped, "I'm just tired."
"Oh…okay, dear," she started to close the door, "goodnight then."
I didn't want to yell at her. Now I feel terrible, great.
"This is all Wolf's fault…"
000
I was feelin real good about myself.
As far as housing goes, these woods were as good a place to stay as you could get. Five star hotels be damned.
My Harley was a makeshift bed right now, my crossed arms acting like a pillow as I leaned the back of my head on my bike's handle bars. Place was pretty peaceful this time of day. I think I need a smoke.
(Red doesn't like it when I smoke.)
Yeah, well, Red doesn't have to know. I took out a cigarette and lit it.
As I exhaled there was a huge gust of wind.
I smirked.
(looks like it's gonna be windy today…)
I pressed the cigarette to my lips again, this time I thought I'd might as well send a message in this one.
I exhaled.
(Red…)
000
I shivered as another burst of wind came and left. Man, it was windy today. And for some reason I started thinking about Wolf…
Wasn't exactly helping my mood any.
Somehow school was a lot more intolerable today. Why do I even have to take Biology? It's not like I need to know how to cut open a dead frog. One of the girls in class even had a fit about it, someone started to call her a frog kisser or something.
I sighed. At least school was over.
I was walking through town, my boots beating against the dirt floor in steady rhythm. It was a quaint little village, with muddy roads and a grapevine gossip. Old women chatting away at the latest news, shop owners haggling prices, an over crowed marketplace flowing with noise. Everyone knew everyone, everyday like clockwork, houses that also worked like shops had tattered roofs where made entirely out of wood. Which ends up being the only reason it wasn't as modern looking as most places, because in entirety we're as up to date as the next middle-of-nowhere, passing-throw-area if not for the fact that we have so much wood to use that it's become the basis of our living.
Anyway, I digress, a good natured aura everywhere you go. The townspeople aren't ignorant, honest, just obsessed with wood and lacking a Galleria Mall…
Don't get me wrong, it was nice, but it was just to nice, y'know? I've always dreamt bigger than this small town.
I continued down Drury Lane and passed Mr. Muffin's bakery.
"Hello, Scarlet!" the pleasant white haired old man greeted me as I walked by his window.
Scarlet Ryding Hood, that's me. "Hi, Mr. Muffin…"
"Any presents from you're mother today?"
Ah, yes. My mom and her famous gift basket business, our daily income born from a traumatic event, that's what you call turning a negative into a positive.
I shook my head and smiled, "Not today, Sir."
"You tell her I said hi, okay?"
I nodded, "Yeah."
I continued on my way out of town, years of practice allowed me to briskly move about without the danger of bumping into someone.
When my mom was a little girl, a pack of wolves attacked her, a lot of people sent her Get Well gift baskets and she's been obsessed ever since. What's more, I'm the one that has to deliver them to whoever it may be, seeing that my mom is completely terrified of the outside world and won't step foot out of our house.
So much lace over a short period of time…
I cringed.
But anyway, that's not important right now.
I was finally out of town, a good mile or so away, you might be wondering where I'm going right about now. The simple answer would be, home. Me and my mom just so happen to live inside the woods, away from people and most carnivorous animals. But to tell the truth, that wasn't exactly where I was going.
I was going to see Wolf.
No one knew about Wolf, tongues would start to wag if a biker would just make himself at home in a simple neighborhood and do nothing but stalk the social outcast that kept to herself. Besides, we just thought it was better to keep to each other, it's none of their business who I hang out with anyway.
I meet Wolf some time ago, who knew that going to give your grandma a gift basket would result in: talking with strangers, Indians, a sleepless night, and a day later finding myself on the back of a Harley Davidson.
Wolf's a great guy, and going to see him had become as natural to me as breathing. He'd ride me as close to town as we thought was safe, ride me back home, ride me to the club, ride me to absolutely nowhere just because he wanted to…
I smiled in spite of myself.
Yeah, Wolf was just about the only person I could actually consider to be my friend. In fact, aside from my mom and granny…he was the only one really close to me. Someone I could talk to. Someone…special.
It was just… I've told him so much about me, but I barely know anything about him.
I sighed.
Maybe it's not such a good idea to see him today…
To late. The humming of the only motorcycle I know made me look up.
"Hi, Red."
His usual happy grin caused me to feel better, if only a bit. I half smiled.
"Hi, Wolf."
000
I frowned.
Something was up with Red…
"You okay?"
000
Am I the only girl who finds Wolf's incredible knack of figuring out when I'm upset…inconvenient?
I feigned innocence and shrugged, "Yeah."
000
Yeah right.
I gestured behind me, "Hop on."
Nothing a long ride can't cure.
I seriously wanted to make this chapter longer...(problems already, Love? Honestly? Honestly?) yes, head bubble, problems already...*grumble grumble...*
sigh, oh the perils of being an author...
Anyway!
Aw, Wolf's being a softie...
let's see how this turns out! In the next chapter!
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