Monster
Chapter Three

Yawning, I padded down the steps to an empty house, stretching and walking into the kitchen. Mom started my coffee pot, so it was ready for me. All I had to do was pour it in a cup and fix it with cream and sugar. Cradling the cup between my hands, I picked my book up off the counter and opened the screen door.

It was early-ish, and mom and dad did say something about going shopping earlier today. So I was home alone, and loving it. All the windows were opened, letting the mildy cool air in, despite the fact I was sitting off on the porch.

It was good.

Crawling up on the porch swing, I got back into reading my Harry Potter. I was angry with that damned ginger, leaving them like he did. No matter how many times I read this book, I'd always get mad at him for leaving. He hurt her. And he absolutly loves her.

It was obvious. I shipped it.

I wondered just how long I had to relish in my loneliness before Seth swung by to start his daily means of torture. It wasn't like he didn't have any other friends, but it seemed like he didn't like them as much as he liked me. But he didn't like me like that. I was pretty sure of it. He addressed me like I was "one of the guys," I guess. Or as close as referring to me as such without... Yeah. It didn't make much sense, but I was sure he hadn't any romantic interest in me.

Nor did I have any for him. ...I hardly liked him to begin with.

I guess that was a bit mean though. It wasn't that I didn't like him, it was that he could just be a tad bit too much sometimes. In truth, he really was my only friend, but I didn't really act as though he meant that much to me. He didn't.

...I had to stop contradicting myself.

Sipping my coffee, I continued to read, and my day went like that well into the afternoon. I had to refresh my coffee a few times, and make myself a little something to eat; I couldn't read completely nonstop, especially not on an empty stomach.

Then finally came that familiar, wide grin.

"Pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeebs!"

I cringed. What was in store for me that day?

Apparently, he forgot about the two of us going down to beach yesterday (which I had too, and wished he would remain forgetting that.), and pulled me off my feet after jumping up on my porch. He grinned, tugging me into the house and pushing me along to me room, chatting my ear off the entire time.

He was really enthusiastic, and I asked-from begind my door- why this was so important.

"It's not." A light thump hit against my door as he pressed his back to it. "It'll be fun though!"

I changed into something simple. A pair of dark skinny jeans and a button-up, purple and cream, checkered shirt. We would be on a beach, so I threw on flip-flops and opened the door.

He fell to the floor at my feet.

...and laughed.

"You're weird."

He sat up. "And you're not?"

"No, I know I am." I said pointedly, walking around him and back out to the kitchen. I placed my cup down in the sink, then wrote GOING TO THE BEACH on the dry erase board on the fridge. "But I'm well aware of this fact."

"Well so am I."

I shook my head. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the door, refusing to let go until we got there.

"I don't want you to run off on me." he joked.

"I'm not that mean, Seth."

He laughed. "That mean?"

My toes wiggled in my flip flops, I skipped lightly along beside him, looking around as I went. I didn't go out much as it was, but if I did I was normally alone, with music blasting in my ears. While taking my walks, I never really looked around and paid attention to everything around me. I knew it was green, leafy, brown, and dirt clad, but I never really noticed the pretty flowers that grew around here and there.

There weren't any roses though. Roses were my favourite flowers.

Seth noticed my paying attention to the flowers and scooped up a few, holding them out to me. I raised a brow, he smiled and made sure that I took them before pulling me onto the rocky beach.

The waves crashed against the rocks, snuck up to touch my feet through my shoes. I didn't mind too much though, even though the water was pretty cold. Seth took a seat on a smoother rock and undid his laces.

"Going in?"

"Nah."

"Why not?"

I shrugged.

"You suck."

"I bet."

Flopping down beside him on the rock, placing my flowers down, I scootched him over, and folded my hands, looking out at the ocean. He stood and waded out ankle-deep into the water, arms folded, looking out as well. I watched him, wondering why I hung out with him. Wondering why he hung out with me. Sure, he liked different things, but I was pretty mean to him, now that I thought about it. Why did he constantly put up with me being mean to him? And why did I just leave when he got annoying, instead of being so mean?

It didn't make too much sense, but not everything did, I guess.

"We should get ice cream later." He called back at me.

I hadn't even noticed him turn back.

"Should we?"

"Well why not?"

"I guess we could."

He grinned, then pulled a mock shock expression. "Wow, you're not disagreeing."

"I don't always disagree."

"You're doing it right now~"

Rolling my eyes, I stood and removed my flip flops, wincing slightly at the rocks beneath my feet. Stepping gingerly over them, I rolled my pantlegs up as high as they would go (which wasn't much, because skinny jeans didn't really lift) and stepped into the water. He smiled over at me, I half returned the gesture.

Maybe ice cream would be nice.

A/N: I don't own Twilight or Harry Potter, just so you know~ I do own Pheobe and the thought of her though. Also, I hope you like this story. Please review if you'd like to see more~ ...even if not, pfft.