Chapter 2: I'm either ill, or I'm in love

A/N:

Me: OMG! Taylor Lautner can breakdance?

Jaz: YEAH! And he really CAN'T sing. But hey, i'm not complaining.

Me: Iggy, you seen shark boy and lava girl?

Iggy: No, I... *gets cut off as hauled away to watch SBandLG* But I don't wanna...

Me: Just shut up and watch it if you want the pirhana's to spare Nudge

Iggy: I love SBandLG! Look, I'm watching it now!

Jaz: And you'd better enjoy it...or else

*Shark Boy enters*

Jaz and Me: *faint*

Lava Girl: Should we pick 'em up?

Sharkboy: Nah, let's just do the disclaimer

Disclaimer:

Uh...I don't really know what she owns, but i've never heard of the cat before so, yeh, she claims that. Uh...SharkBoy out.

Lava Girl: And me too. I wanna know about my...

Shark Boy: Past, i know. Give it up already!

Lava Girl: *huff*


SPOV

"Eew! Shut your mouth Sam, that's gross!" Leah squealed. The angel grimaced, but I saw behind the expression a mild passing of amusement. I could hear Seth's muffled laughter behind me "Get out! Both of you! Don't come back until later. Much later!" Leah scowled. I shut my mouth and blushed furiously, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Then I straightened my back and swallowed. There was no way I was taking orders off Leah.

"Yeah, go steal someone else's cookies" her angelic face cracked into a full on grin, and I was left breathless. I nodded and grabbed my jacket. Seth yelled from the kitchen.

"Hey, Sam! We don't have to listen to them!"

"Well, you know, I feel pretty sick now, those cookies were gross anyway, I need some fresh air. Wanna hang at my place?"

"Oh yeh, serves you right, you jerk. Shouldn't have eaten them. And fresh air at your place. Your lucky your cat survives" I figured it was a bad time to mention my cat had just died, so I stuck my tongue out and opened the door. "Come on, Emily, let's go" Leah muttered.

Emily. Even her name was pretty. Scratch that, it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

"See ya later, Cookie boy" she grinned at me. My stomach and my heart both flipped at once. I suddenly became very concerned with my health. Either I was ill, or I…was it possible? No way. Not me. In love? Seth said it himself. Love at first sight never happens. Miracles never happen. But I was a werewolf, wasn't I? So surely love wasn't such an abstract idea. I came to my senses, and realised Seth and I had already been walking for ten minutes, and now he was looking at me strangely.

"Sorry, mate. In my own world" I covered. This seemed to satisfy him.

"So, you like Emily?"

"What? Oh, yeah, she seems nice"

"Dude, you so like her. The only thing that could've made it more obvious was a name tag that read 'Hi. My name is Sam. I like Emily.'" I winced.

"That bad?" I asked.

"Yeah, sorry, dude" I groaned

"What an impression. Spitting out mouthfuls of cookie at her, then making it ridiculously obvious I was crushing on her. That couldn't have gone worse if I'd tried"

"On the bright side, if Leah was crushed about you dumping her, she sure won't regret it now" I was too furious with myself to find this funny, and I started trembling.

"Hey, hey, Sam. You ok, man? You look awful" Poor kid. I felt bad for him, I really did. But I couldn't control myself anymore.

"Sorry, kiddo, I think I'm gonna hurl, I'm gonna go home now. Is that ok?"

"Sure thing, Sam. You sure you're gonna be ok?"

"No, but I'll manage" I tried a weak grin, but I think it turned into a bit more of a grimace. Then I legged it, straight to the cover of the woods. I phased almost immediately, and howled. I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been. What the hell was wrong with me? I need to get straightened out. I ran blindly, tears obscuring my vision, but I didn't stop. I must've hit several trees and tripped over thousands of branches, but I didn't care. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I didn't like it. I had to go home. I wanted to curl up into a tight ball and just cry.

"Grow up, Sam. What's wrong with you? This is stupid and you know it" I tried fighting myself, but misery overpowered my optimism. I ran and ran and ran until I was home. I let myself in, then tore through the rooms and lashed out at anything that got in my way. Leah was right, my place was a tip, but I didn't care. I guess I really wasn't in the mood for caring. I threw open my bedroom door and flopped straight onto my bed, curling up into a tight ball on top of the covers. I cried myself to sleep.

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