Chapter 4

Damn baby, you got 2 left feet

To be honest, dirty thoughts weren't actually surrounding my thoughts. I was too preoccupied with following Brandon around his kitchen, thinking how great he looked, that's it. I swear. Seriously. I'm not lying! He looked so good spooning hot chocolate into a mug.

"Mm, I get the one with more chocolate" I said, leaning on the counter beside him.

"They both have the same amount of chocolate in them."

"Oh, well, add more to mine then please. I'm a chocoholic, it's one of the worst kinds of addictions out there." He laughed and added two extra scoops to the green mug. "ooo, thanks." The whistle to the kettle went off then and he poured steaming water into each of our cups.

"To warm hot chocolate on a cold day."

"I'll toast to that." we clanged mugs and he took a sip out of his while I downed mine all in one go.

"Whoa there, what the hell?" I looked over at him, then down into my empty mug.

"Yum?" He smiled and offered me his.

"Want more?" I happily accepted and gulped it too. "You're one freaky dude Seth." It then occured to me that normal human beings don't chug steaming, fresh out of the kettle water. Even if it is mixed with delicious, irrisistable, chocolate powder.

"Thank you." I settled on saying with what I hoped was a convincing smile. It was easier then trying to explained anything. "Sooo, got any music to listen to around here?"

"Yea, upstairs in my room." He put both our cups in the sink and I followed him up a few stairs and down a narrow hallway.

His room was bigger then mine, or maybe it was just that his bed was smaller. "Uh, Punch Much or Cds?"

"Punch wha?" He chuckled.

"Punch Much, they play music videos 24/7."

"Ahh, sounds... intriguing? Punch Much it is." He flipped channels and we watched a music video with overrated conformist scene kids singing with auto tune. Then the next music video.. Ohmigosh. Let's just say this song had me out of my seat and "Shakin' my thang".

"S-seth... what are you doing?"

"The Soulja Boi!"

Soulja boy off in this hoe
Watch me crank it
Watch me roll
Watch me crank dat soulja boy
Then super man dat hoe
Now watch me yuuuuaaaaaa!

By the time the song was done I was pretty wound up and ready to go for a run. Then I heard laughing. Maybe I would've been a little more offended had I not been joking around and it was someone else besides Brandon making from of me.

Brandon was laughing hysterically and out of control, his face burried in his pillows. I pouted "What's so funny?" His lilfted his face up slightly, long black hair falling infront of his eyes. He looked so... beautful and happy when he laughed.

"Y-you dancing, ohmigod. That was rich, pure win right there. Wow kid." He wiped under his eyes, his cheeks tinted a dark red. I couldn't help but watch him, smiling to myself. What was that saying? 'If you can make a girl laugh, you can maker her do anything' ? Well, obviously Brandon wasn't a girl, but I still saw it as the same concept.

"You though that was good, you should see my Single Ladies dance!" I just started dancing when he scurried across the bed, eyes watery, face beat red, and he practically glomped me. Not really though... I wish.

"Oh god, no, no, please, I can't take it." He was completely breathless and worn out from laughing.

So, giving him the benifit of the doubt (my dance would've been amazing, seriously) I plopped down on the bed beside him. I shrugged. "Fine, fun ruiner." Just then I heard a car pull into the driveway and I could hear Brandon's heart rate pick up.

"Shit!" He scrambled off the bed and went over to his window. "Fuck, fuck, fuck me." Don't mind if I do. I brushed that thought away fast though when I saw the look on his face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He looked over at me, suddenly playing it cool, but I could sense his alarm.

"Uh, I'm just suppose to be grounded..."

"Oh shit. I didn't know. You want me to jump out the window or something? The jump isn't that high." I was willing to do anything to get that barely concealed fear off his face. He shook his head, still trying to blow it off as nothing.

"Nah, don't worry about it. Too late now." I walked over to the indow with him and saw a lady carry a baby in one of those carseat carriage things. There was also a man, he was probably taller then me, and bigger, but not muscular... more fat. But he still looked pretty intimidating- I definitely wouldn't want to piss him off.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be the reason you get into even more trouble." He shook his head and looked at me, but his mind was somewhere else.

"I'm the reason I'll be getting into trouble. I'm the one who invited you over when I knew I was grounded, so I kind of had this coming." We just took a seat again on his bed, but we both kind of didn't fit, I was too big. I heard heavy footsteps slowly come up the stairs and then there was a bang on the door.

" Brandon, you're suppose to be grounded, which means no TV."So quickly I almost missed it, the tv was switched off.

"I know, I know. Sorry dad." the footsteps disappeared and I felt Brandon pretty much melt into his bed.

"Sooo... now what?" He ran a hand over his face and let out a long breath.

"I thought he was going to come in so I don't know."

"...Okay... I'm just going to... go out the window." he laughed and got off the bed, so I did too.

"You really just want to jump out the window, don't you?" I grinned and nodded "Kay dude, go for it then." I went over to his window and opened it all the way. It was a little higher up then what I thought, but it wouldn't be a problem for me. "I have to watch this."He mumbled and came over. I ducked down and perched myself on the window sill. I turned to him.

"Count me down."

"Kay." he held up 3 tan, slender but manly fingers. "Three." I faced the outside and gripped each side of the window pane. "Two". I adjusted my footing. "One." I jumped, but not down. I pushed myself up and landed a good 5ish metres away from the house. I turned around, jumping up and down waving while Brandon gave me the thumbs up. Fuck I needed to go for a run.

So, as much as my body wanted to stay and stare t Mr. Perfect all day, I went with my other animalistic instincts and headed to the nearest clump of trees before phasing. I was surprised at how good I'd become at it.

My mind was immediately invaded though. *Oh, oh, oh! Seth's getting his groove on with football boy!* After the great day I had, I didn't take offense to Jacobs comment.

*Nah, according to him I pretty much have two left feet.*

*It's okay bro, you'll be tapping that ass sooner or later*

*Oh my fucking god Jake. Ew, way to put thoughts in my head.* I then heard a long chorus of "ewwws" and "oh god Seth, make the images stop!" *Too late, blame Jacob.* There was loud howl not too far away. Jacob just got pwnd.

*Paul, you asshole.*

*Revenge is dish best served cold.*

*Enough! We're on patrol right now, not a time for playing games.* leave it to Sam to ruin the fun.

*True dat.* Jacob agreed.

*Seth, stop being difficult. You may be the youngest, but you've had the worst influence on the pack* ouch. *Go home please, your mom wants to see you.* Fuuuuuck. *And watch your mouth*

*Techincally I'm not speaking with words and I can't exactly control my thoughts.* he just sighed and I took that as my cue to shut the hell up. I phased back, realizing then I'd removed my clothes elsewhere. Just my luck.

I heard rustling behind me, then footsteps that made the ground tremble slightly under my around I saw Leah, in wold form, with- bless her puppy pony heart- my clothes. She snuffed and looked away after she dropped them at my feet. "Good Leah, good girl. Now if you roll over, I'll give you a treat." She growled then galloped off. Nay...

I slipped my clothing on and reluctantly dragged myself home, sighing deeply every couple of seconds.

When I walked through the door I saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table flipping absesntly through a magazine. Sadly, she looked up as I shut the door and motioned me over. Awkwardly I did so nd took a seat across the table from her. She scooted closer and took my hand in both of hers and smiled. This is going to be absolutely horrible.

"Seth, no matter how big you get, you're always going to be my baby boy. Now, there's somethings normal families would have issues dealing with, but we're not a norm al family and I know this wasn't your choice."

"Even if I wasn't a werewolf mom, it still wouldn't have been a choice."

"Okay, okay." She patted my hand and I could tell how hard this was for her. "Either way, I want you to know I'm okay with you being..." Please don't say it, please don't say it. I haven't even been able to say it aloud to myself. "Gay." I shuddered mentally. "And I know how small minded people can get."

"Don't worry mommy. I'm sure the silly full humans, no offence, can't hurt me." She sighed and used one of her hands to push hair out of my face.

"It's not just any "full human" I'm worried about hurting you. And not physically either."

"I understand. I had no plans on making love confessions any time soon.I'll just go with the flow and let the pieces fall where they may." She smiled at me agian and stood up.

"Good logic son." She kissed my forehead. "I love you."

"Love you too mom." She left the kitchen and I quickly retreated to my room. Well that was quick and painless, just like ripping off a band-aid.

I sat on my bed and fiddled with the comforter. I decided to test the word that confirming words out. "My name is Seth Clearwater and I'm g-g-" I couldn't do it. The thought of admitting it fully to myself scared the fucking shit out of my. It wasn't even like I actually was gay, I was more... Brandonsexual. Yes, that's right, no need to call myself anything I'm not. I slammed my head into the mattress.

The phone rang then and I debated not moving to get it. Of course I did, which involved leaving my room. "Seth, it's Sam." I leaned against the wall, grumpy now that I actually got up for him. I almost expected him to know what I was thinking and be mad, but then I remembered that we're human, and telepathy isn't available to humans. Suckaaas.

"Yes Master? Would you like me to pick up your dry cleaning for you and get you café mocha?" I heard chuckling in the background. Does this man never get a moment alone?

"Haha. If you don't behave Seth, you won't get to come with us tonight."

"Like patrol?"

"Not quite. We're going to meet up with the filthy bloodsuckers at the treaty line."

"WE'RE GOING TO MEET THE VAMPIRES? SWEET!"

"Thought you might like that." this voice was grim. "Be ready and meet here at ten o'clock. Okay?"

"Hell yea! Later."

"Bye."

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