Byron.

Blaire was being the paranoid mother you wish you never had. Basically she was making you stay up for 24 hours, in case you fall back into the unconscious stage again. Why 24 hours you ask? Because some dude on her facebook said so, yeah real reliable information. You were at the 20 hour mark, so far ten movies have been watched and boredom has increased. Blaire fell asleep about five hours ago. But it wasn't Hancock that was keeping you up right now, it was your thoughts. I know, shocker.

You couldn't get that Leah girl out of your head, and you hardly knew her. You were starting to feel bad that you ran away from her like a disease, but what could you do? Stand there while she tells you she loves you? I need to stop.

I'm a hit it and quit it kind of guy, not the relationship type in Blaire's chick flicks. But could it be wrong? Would it be a crime to be with somebody who actually likes you? The real me, not my reputation, my body, or sports skills, but the real Byron. Great, I sound like a lovesick puppy. Maybe I should apologize, no wait. That seems wrong. Going to her house in the middle of the night, I mean I'm her brother's age. Isn't this all wrong? Technically isn't it illegal for her to even date me? Even if my fake ID doesn't say I'm a minor, I still am.

Screw 24 hours, I'm tired. Happily you closed your eyes ready for a peaceful dreamless sleep. Too bad that didn't happen

I have to tell him, he'll understand, right? Pacing in your room you wondered if he could help you. He is my father, every night he says I love you, should this be any different? Maybe he would've have wanted you to tell him sooner. Or should you tell Mom? No, she's in Paris. You wouldn't want to worry her, nor would she believe you? You can't believe it yourself. Is it possible to turn into a giant wolf?

Somehow your feet led you to your Dad's office. Taking a deep breath you walked in.

"Hello son, shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Listen, you know those old stories you used to tell us when we were little? About the cold ones and werewolves?" you asked nervously, he looked at you motioning you to continue.

"Well, is it possible…that it's not fiction or fable? But it's actually true?" your eyes were now closed breathing stopped.

"Your one of them. "He spoke coldly, hatred in every word.

"Dad-"

"You are no son of mine!" he yelled.

"You ruin people's lives like my father ruined me and my mother's, LEAVE!" he yelled throwing everything on his desk at you.

You are no son of mine

You are no son of mine

You are no son of mine

You woke up sweating those words repeating in your head. Sighing, you looked out the balcony. Wouldn't it be easy to be a wolf, just run and run? No worries at all.

Leah.

You woke up and pulled some sweat pants on ready to head to Sam's for a bite to eat with Seth, until your mother decided to intervene.

"Leah, Seth already left but could you do me a favor and pick up some food at the store, I'm not feeling too well." She spoke kindly.

"Sure." What could you say; it was your sick mother.

Going into the backyard you took of your clothes and began running. Feeling the wind ripping through your hair and the pine smell filling your nostrils you felt free. Changing into your clothes you walked into the little store, in the parking lot seeing a white Range Rover.

Suddenly your nerves picked up and you felt the need for a mirror. Self consciously you ran your hand through your hair, trying to clean it up. Well, it could be anybody. Worse lie; he was the only person in town with a Range. It could be his sister. Yea, that's probably it.

Feeling a little better you started gathering your things until you heard footsteps behind you.

Great.

"Um… hey Leah." You heard Byron say unsurely, probably scared.

"Hi Byron." You said lamely. God, why did this child make you feel like a teenager falling in love all over again.

He turned his attention back to grabbing milk and eggs while you tried to start a conversation.

"So, um, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, Blaire's enjoying telling me what to do." He laughed magically along with you.

The two of you reached the checkout line, paid, and walked to the parking lot. Joy, you'd have to try and hold all the groceries as a wolf, smart Leah.

"Need a ride?"

Yes.

"No, I can walk."

"Really?"

No.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Get in the car." He laughed

You stepped in the passenger as Byron put the bags away.

You gave him directions and the ride was basically quiet the whole way.

Way to be awkward.

"So your parents are letting you live here alone, pretty sweet." You commented trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah, well my rents are divorced so my mom would have never kicked me out, but dad well, obviously you can see his reaction." He smiled

Nice, I just brought up his divorced parents.

As you rounded your street he turned the music down.

"Listen; sorry about running away, it wasn't you. It was just a lot going on, ya know. Only here a few hours and I get all this information." He said sincerely.

"It's fine."

He helped you bring the bags in and then Seth came downstairs. "Hey man!"

"Sup!" Byron said

"We're all going to Sam's wanna come?"

Please say no.

"Sure, when?"

"6:00 tonight."

"Cool, I'll come, later."

"Bye, oh food!" he said happily seeing the groceries.

Bryon smiled and waved at you, unknowingly melting your heart. Great, I'm getting cheesy.

Ever notice how everything happens for a reason?