Chapter 7

"Food!" Kay cheered happily as I entired the library with Dana.

"Yeah, yeah, food," I grinned, "we brought plenty of it for everyone." I put my arm full on the desk after Ami cleared off some of the paper, Dana following my lead.

"Now that I know you're a werewolf, I know where you put it all," Kay said as I started wolfing down a box of cereal.

"But I bet it still confuses you," I muttered, moving to sit on the couch. After about an hour later, Kat took charge of assigning groups for looking around the house.

"I'll go with the Hammer and check upstairs," she said, pointing from person to person as she said their name, "Ami, Dana, and D will stay here and Kay and Billy can check the main floor. That leaves Becky and Royce with the basement."

"Alright," I shrugged, turning to go, "I'll see you when I see you then." I left, Royce just about running to keep up with me.

"You mad at me or something?" he asked after finally catching up with me.

"No," I replied after a thoughtful pause, "I just don't want to be your next conquest."

"What do you mean?" Royce asked, shocked.

"I know guys like you," I replied, "D was, and still kind of is, like you. I'm not stupid; I know what you're planning."

"Oh really," he said, a dark look in his eyes, "what am I planning then?" Before I could answer, Royce's lips crashed into mine.

I'll admit I'd never been kissed before, so I probably screwed up and am not judge of skill, but Royce is a very good kisser.

"Wow," I breathed when he drew back, our faces still really close so our noses were touching.

"So, you still think you know what I'm planning?" he smirked slightly and I'm pretty sure that if I wasn't blushing before, I was now.

"One kiss really doesn't prove that I'm wrong," I said, finally regaining my composure and pulling away, "and kissing me again wouldn't prove anything either so don't bother." With that, I turned and walked away.

I felt really bad; the silence of the next few minutes helped that. I glanced at Royce as we slowly walked down the steps to the basement and I winced at the sad, hurt look on his face.

"I'm sorry," I finally said, "I've upset you."

"I'm fine," he sighed, not looking at me, "you didn't do anything."

"I know you're lying," I sighed, "you aren't looking at me either."

"It doesn't matter," Royce replied, continuing down the stairs into the basement.

"Men are all such morons," I growled, suddly hugging Royce from behind. I'm a moron myself, and being a moron, I decided that if I had feelings for Royce, whatever they were, I was going to act on them. At least until it was proved that I shouldn't of. I'm weird like that.

"What are you doing?" Royce asked, turning to face me.

"Maybe I was wrong," I sighed, pulling away, "if you don't mind, I'm curious about what a relationship between us could be." I blushed bright red, wondering just where my current boldness was coming from. Normally, I was the meek, quiet girl that was just short of being invisible to others, so saying things like what just tumbled out of my mouth was something very new, and very strange.

I blushed brighter as Royce smiled brightly before hugging me tightly.

"Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world, she took the midnight train going anywhere," we both jumped about a foot in the air as my phone went off in Royce's pocket.

"Forgot about that," I muttered, putting the object out and answering it, "What's up?"

"Did you know that D was into you?" Ami said from the other end of the phone.

"No, can't say I did," I replied after looking at the phone for a moment as if trying to figure out what it was, "why do you ask?"

"Because he just made me listen to him cry about "how he thought you'd end up with him" and "how Royce has no right to just come in and steal you away.""

"Where is he now?" I sighed, images of D getting hurt by Ami for making her listen to his crying dancing through my mind.

"He's inside the library with Dana," Ami informed me, "I'm just outside the doors. I couldn't take being around him without freezing him in time any longer."

"I get what you mean," I sighed, "the first time I changed with him around, I really wanted to rip out this throat 'cuz he wouldn't shut up about how strange and creepy my change was. Like I didn't know that myself."

"I have a question," Ami said, almost hesitant.

"Shoot," I replied as Royce rapped his arms around my waist.

"I was thinking," she told me, "D had a point about four teens with powers being in one place at one time, it's a bit weird. Maybe I should check out a list of student from our school, see if any names stick out as supernaturals."

"Good idea," I grinned, "but I don't think you'll find anything…..I hope you don't. Nat always said that supernaturals aren't that common, that you have a better chance of meeting an albino. If a bunch of kids from our school are supernaturals, then we might have a bigger problem then just being stuck in this house because our car broke down."

"Your right," she replied, "so how are you and Royce doing?" Was it just me or was there a smirk in her voice?

"We just got into the basement," I told her honestly, "that's really all I feel like telling you."

"What? Nothing about that kiss?" I almost dropped my phone in shock before quickly recovering.

"How did you know about that?" I hissed into the phone as Royce, having heard what Ami said, muffled his laughter in my shoulder

"Did I fail to mention that I'm prone to visions of the future?" she giggled, "guess I should have."

"No kidding," I growled. I may think of my friends as my pack, but that didn't mean I didn't want to kill them sometimes.

"So you and the Prince are an item?" she asked, but her tone said that she already knew the answer.

"Yes," Royce said, grinning brightly as he held me tighter.

"Good," Ami seemed to smiled. Did I mention that I hate my friends sometimes? I did? Good, then you'll know why if I randomly kill them.

"We're going to check out the basement now," I growled before hanging up the phone.

"What's wrong?" the Torn Prince asked, hugging me once more before finally letting go.

"I'm just wondering if its coincidence that D's truck broke down not far from here," I sighed, deciding to at least confide some of what was troubling me in Royce, "I don't believe in coincidence personally, but its things like this that make me want to."

"Why don't you believe in coincidence?" Royce asked as we moved through the dark, glass basement.

"It's a really dumd reason," I sighed, but told him anyway, "this one character in a book series I love's main line is, point black, "there is not such this as coincidence in this world, there is only fate," or something like that."

"So that's the only reason for why you don't believe in coincidence?" he replied, laughing slightly, "your right, that is dumd."

"Shut up," I mock growled, shoving him playfully.

"D's right," he snickered, "your shoves hurt even when you're holding back." I laughed slightly before tensing up.

"I smell something," I muttered, backing up slowly as if moving away from a raging animal.

"What is it?" Royce asked, moving to my side, baseball bat raised.

"I don't know," I hissed, trying to pinpoint the smell and failing, "but I think it's in our best interests to get out of here."

"You head out first," Royce said calmly, "I'll be right behind you."

"Like hell you will," I growled, pulling the dead male with me up the stairs and out of the basement. No sooner where we out then a wall of glass moved to block the stairs as the house shifted for what was probably the tenth time, if not more.

"So maybe that plan wouldn't have worked," Royce sighed as we turned to leave, "but I would have at least liked to try my plan."

"Dude, you need to realize, of the two of us, I'm stronger," I snickered, "if I'm running the other way, you should be, too"

"But you seem to be forgetting that I'm dead," he smirked in reply, "I have a better chance of beating what you smelled then you do."

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say," I giggled as Royce pulled me in for a quick hug and kiss.

I could get used to this.

That was chapter 7, hope it wasn't too mushy for you guys. I had one of my friend read it over, and she said it was fine, so…..

Well, I don't have much to say in this author's not, so…. R&R people, suggestions about the story are always welcome as they help me write stuff that appeals to you guys more.