She'd just gotten home, just gotten herself ready for bed when she heard the familiar howl of her night time visitor. Smiling to herself, she grabbed a light jacket and walked out, not bothering with the formality of putting her hair back up. She sat down on the edge of the patio, cup of coffee in her hands as she scanned the treeline waiting anxiously.
She'd just leaned back when she felt her face being licked. Stifling a giggle, she sat up a little bit and stroked the wolf's fur. "You're an affectionate guy tonight, huh? I bought you back something from the dinner date from hell. Hang on just a second." she said as she tiptoed back into the house, grabbed the remainder of the french fries she'd saved for the wolf earlier in the night and tiptoed back out, sitting down.
She held them out, then fumbled through her phone's playlist, settling on Unforgiven II for the music as she leaned against the large and warm bodied wolf, looking up at the stars, pointing out different constellations, telling the wolf the story behind the gods and goddesses each constellation was named for. She watched the wolf with curiousity, he seemed to hang on her every word. "I finished that sketch I drew of you, big boy. Wanna see it?" she asked, the wolf nuzzling against her, almost enveloping her small body with it's larger warm and furry one.
The male, in his shifter form thought to himself, 'You're going to catch pneumonia out here. I mean it's like 30 degrees or something and you're out here barefoot.' as he listened to her telling him about things that'd happened to her today, growling a little when she told about the movie night and Mike Newton's name came up. He'd have to remember to find that guy and kick his ass or something, the male thought as he licked her hands just content to be near her, really.
She sighed as she said quietly, "I just.. Seeing him just not bother to shove me out of the way for Bella.. I mean I might say it didn't hurt, I might say I didn't care, or that I should be used to that because it really does happen all the time, even when it's just me and the girls out on girls night out.. But it does kinda hurt.. Like, I don't know if I wanna fall in love.. I just want to be seen as me and liked for it.. Not a nerd, not someone who's so socially awkward it's hysterically funny.. Not the smartass with the answer for everything.. I want a guy for once to look at me and see me. And want me for me, without me having to be some oversexed bimbo or something." while raking her hand through her long mess of auburn curls, adjusting her slipping glasses.
"That was totally stupid." she frowned as she muttered to herself, leaning back against the wolf, sipping her cup of coffee as she looked up at the sky. She didn't understand why it mattered now, why she felt so lonely now, really. It hadn't bothered her before. It still sort of didn't bother her. "Being a teenage girl fucking sucks." she muttered to herself as she bit her lower lip, thought about her day so far. Talking to this wolf seemed to help calm her mind for some reason, she liked him coming by. A few silent moments passed, her looking at the sky, the wolf nuzzling against her as it's warm coarse fur enveloped her body.
"Then there's this thing with my mom and Officer Swan.. Like they're so happy together.. I just don't get why she couldn't be that happy with my dad. I mean I'm not knocking Officer Swan, he's a really, really sweet guy, he's a good guy and he makes my mom happy.. I just don't understand what went wrong with my mom and dad. And neither of them will talk about it. They basically hate each other. I'm just afraid that if my mom and Officer Swan fall apart, then I have nothing left to convince me that love is actually real." Roxy said as she laughed at herself then said, "Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind tonight I guess. If only you could talk, huh?"
The wolf nuzzled her and more howling from the woods seemed to be his cue to leave for tonight. She waved goodbye after giving him one last fur stroke, then she walked inside, and down the hall into her room, falling across her bed. She groaned when she saw a missed text from her friends, asking if there were any sparks with Mike. She grumbled and texted back quickly, "Mike & Bella Swan maybe.. Mike and me? Not so much. He's just.. He's not what I'm looking for?"
Then she fell asleep, a bizarre dream sort of inspired maybe by the wolf coming by every night.. In the dream, the wolf became a guy. It was laughable, and had she been awake when the thought came to her, she'd have probably laughed her ass off at it. Because werewolves and shifters simply did not exist. Just like vampires, zombies, ghosts and other things that went 'bump' in the night.
Yeah, for a 17 year old, Roxy Schafer was pretty cynical. But when you've got pretty much nothing to believe in, you tend to operate on 'show me proof, make me want to believe.' as opposed to just automatically accepting things at face value.
She rolled over after waking from the dream and scowling realized that it was 3 am and she'd probably not be getting to sleep tonight again. So she turned on her mp3 player and lie there in the dark, thinking about random things, everything and nothing at all.
For some reason, that wolf that kept visiting her at night lately seemed to keep edging back into her thoughts. But she kept shoving it out telling herself it only came because it was thirsty and hungry. That no, when she talked, it wasn't listening intently, that when it whined or something, it wasn't responding to her sitting there talking to it. Because that'd just be insane.