Hey, guys. I have a lot of time on my hands today so I'll probably update more than once. Anyway, this was inspired by my best friend, who also inspired the character of Beth. Love ya chickie! Onto the chapter!

True...

(Fang POV)

(Friendship/Comfort)

I heard Libra's bedroom door open and close, briefly letting the country music free from her room's confinement. I wondered what she was doing, whenever she was in her room listening to the 'twang' -as Iggy called it- she usually didn't come out. I stood, going down the hall and knocked on her door. I heard a muffled "Who?"

"Me." I answered.

"It's open." was the reply.

I walked into the newly painted midnight blue room and found Libra lying on her bed. The sheets were made and a notebook was open on the pillow. I smiled when I saw the broken pencil tucked behind her ear. She looked so much different from when I first met her. Her hair was her most drastic change, before she kept it so short and kempt. Now she had let it grow long, almost reaching her back. She often complained it got in her face, but she never actually made to cut it. Her silver eyes were always the same ones that cracked my emotion safe code with ease. Her smile familiar now, instead of a worried frown or a pissed off snarl.

"Hey, Fang." she whispered, barely audible over the soft music of the music.

She tore another sheet of paper from the book and tossed it at the trash and missed. I think she flipped the trash can off, but I can't be sure. When I got a look at what was in the notebook, I resisted the urge to tell her to stop. They were letters to the humans.

"What's up, Lib?" I asked, sitting beside her on the bed.

"Nothing, just writing." she murmured.

"Whatcha' writing?" Though I knew full well what.

"Letters, to Beth and Matt."

"What about the other one? The, er, ginger one."

"Since when are you so talkative?" she teased, sitting up and giving me a sarcastic questioning look.

I turned a glare, playful and teasing, to her. I raised an eyebrow at her and she averted her gaze. I noticed the little bit of pink color in her cheeks.

"If you must know, I'm still mad at Laron. He pissed me off and I don't forgive easily." Libra whispered.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side." I joked.

She punched my arm lightly, a grin on her face. She was being nice, if someone had really made her mad they'd have death by fire.

"I'm not kidding, Fang." she was serious again, "I don't forgive him, I won't forgive him. Ever."

Based on her persistant frown I gathered that she was speaking truthfully, and if this subject didn't disappear quick she'd turn back into old depressing Libra.

"Hey, okay, so you're not kidding. Forget them, you got a new home. Here." I whispered.

I put an arm around her shoulders and laced my fingers with hers. She tucked her head into my shoulder and she smiled. I felt her sigh.

"You're right. My true place is here. With you." she whispered.