-Sam-
52 Degrees
It was almost summer, and Grace hasn't shifted for almost two months. I was starting to think the cure worked, just like it did on me. Though today her vomiting has got me thinking it may not work a second time. I was afraid, I just got Grace back, and I didn't want to give her up yet.
I put her to bed, about an hour ago. I started to make bread. Time was passing as I peacefully made it, but by the time I took it out of the oven, I found it burnt. Grace being sick was haunting me. I was so busy thinking about it I turned to oven up to high. Making bread was a way to calm down, but today I was thinking to hard. I threw it out, and went to the couch, and opened up my Rilke.
Cole walked into the room. "What's up, Ringo?" He said. He headed straight to the fridge. Cole just slammed it shut.
"Nothing... You alright?" I went after him in the kitchen, and looked right up at him. He just grunted, which I took as a yes. I raised my eyebrows.
"Why do you care?" He replied, and just walked back to his room. I decided to just let him cool off. So I went back to my poems. Well I tried to go back to my poems. Most of the time I just fidgeted. What if the cure only worked once? I would lose Grace again. I couldn't stand it, and I went back to see her.
She was awake and smiling. Some relief was let off, but not all. "Hey." Grace whispered. I went off to her, and held her hand.
"How you feeling?" I asked. I checked her forehead. She wasn't feverish, so maybe it really was the flu. She was feverish when she was wanting to shift last time.
"Good. Sam... are you okay? You're really pale." Grace looked up at me. I nodded. "Come sleep with me, I am tired." She said, and so I did. Though, I never fell asleep. It was as if I was awake in a nightmare.
-Louri-
42 Degrees
When Beck first bit me, I thought I would want to stay as a wolf. Though, tonight was different. He kissed me. Which was pretty much everything that was in my head. He kissed me. He really kissed me. I felt hot, and thought I might fall, if I stood up to long. So I sat in my new room looking out of my new window. I saw the stars. I remembered how much I loved the night. Now stepping out there, would make me shift, and for the first time I didn't want to. So I was stuck just looking out my single window.
I thought about hanging with Cole tonight, but he seemed upset. Right after the kiss, his face just fell apart. It actually hurt me. Did I not kiss him well enough? I felt like crying, but I knew deep inside I was happy. He kissed me. Every boy I knew back home, thought I was strange. Even if I was pretty, which I am, boys always thought I was crazy. Plus, I never really knew anyone before I got sent to another foster home. So love never really happened for me.
So having my first kiss with Cole, one of the hottest boys I ever seen, blew my mind. Though I think I have seen him before. I have been trying to remember where else I have seen him before. I knew we both where bitten to together, but we never really talked. Then it hit me. I knew Cole. I knew him. Cole St. Claire. I just kissed Cole St. Claire! I think I was about to throw up. Cole St. Claire the rock-star! I had to tell someone.
I went straight to the office, and to the laptop. Looked up his name, and found his top fan site. I found out he went missing, and people have been looking for him. Then I made a post. I told everyone I kissed him, and knew where he is.
Sorry it took me so long to update. I had a huge history project. I do not know if I am going to continue with this story. I haven't gotten any reviews, and I really want to know what you guys think. So please review.