This Chapter and all the other Chapters (unless indicated) are now in Shazza's Point of View. Thanks! :)


I could feel my heart slowing down, and I was starting to calm down; maybe I wasn't insane after I had just completely mobbed Seth for a hug because I was sobbing so hard. I had let my emotions get the best over my body, but he had eagerly hugged me back, which was good, I guess.

Suddenly the front door burst open, and three other Quileute's walked in; one was probably a man, with a wise face, the second was a tad shorter, but looked quite calm. The third looked as if he was about to rip someone's head off.

I almost yelped and hid back behind Seth, which was my knew favorite hiding spot. At least those people wouldn't know I was going crazy too.

"Hell, Leah, we called like, four times!" the third male, the one with the most muscles, snarled. My jaw dropped, and I shivered. "And why are you in boxers, Seth?"

Seth laughed sheepishly. "Uh, long story," he replied.

"Jeez, I'm coming, I'm coming. Don't get your panties in a knot, Paul," Leah grumbled.

The male, Paul, was still staring at Seth, but he curled his lips in irritation. Wait, no, his eyes seemed to be gazing past Seth.

And staring straight at me.

He was starting to shake, and he managed to spit out, "Who is that?"

I gulped and started heading back toward the door we had come through, which must have been the back door.

"Uh, well, uh . . ." Seth was at a lost for words.

Leah almost burst out laughing as Seth's mom said, "Children, put away the claws."

"I'm not going to ask," The second male grumbled as Paul grinned wickedly at me.

"Seth, what is going on?" The man asked, his face flickering with an emotion I couldn't read.

"Well, uh, can I talk to you guys outside?" Seth motioned for the males and Leah to go back outside the front door. They all left after Seth smiled at me and waved. Once the white door closed, Seth's mom was at my side, pushing me lightly toward the chair beside me.

"Sit down, Shazza," she said.

I slowly sat down, and I placed my back pack on the ground beside me. The chair was comfortable, for a wooden one anyway.

"When will Seth be back?" I asked, and then I squinted, staring at the table. I couldn't believe I had just asked that. My chest swelled and I could barely breathe.

"He'll come back, don't worry. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? And so late at night," she added. She sat down, her eyes locked on the table as if she had said something wrong. Her face was creased with worry.

I gritted my teeth to keep myself from crying. She was nice, that was for sure, but I didn't know how comfortable I was with her; all of my emotions were in a jumbled mess. "Well, I guess you could say my mother lied to me and my d–dad." I choked on the words. "A really big lie. My f–father isn't really my father." Tears grew in my eyes, and I tried to blink them out again, failing.

"Oh, dear, are you all right? Do you have a place to stay?" she asked me, reaching across the table to take my hands in her.

She was comforting me. I mean, like a mother would to a daughter that had just broken up with her boyfriend. Confusion swept through me, and I almost jumped up out of my seat.

Everything was crazy! Why would someone who didn't even know me ask if I had a place to stay? I mean, it was just plain stupid, because I could be some con or she could be some murderer–

But she wasn't a murderer and I wasn't a con. I was just Shazza, and she was just Seth's mom.

I then realized I still had to give her an answer. "No," I told her truthfully.

She smiled at me, and patted my hands. "Why don't you stay here tonight? It's dark, late, and you must be tired."

My jaw dropped, and I was almost sobbing again; her kindness had not only struck up my emotions, but she made me think of my mom again. The tears kept coming, and I kept trying to nod, but I was only able to stop shaking and half crying when I heard the door open again. I was nodding furiously and was biting my lip to keep myself from crying even more when I could see a russet blob standing behind Seth's mom.

Crazy, crazy, crazy, I thought. Why, why, why are these people so nice?

"Mom–" Seth started.

Seth's mom shook her head. "Everything's taken care of. Shazza will be staying here until she figures out what to do."

Shock swam through my features and my body again. Jeez, was there anything I could do for her?

"Wait, I never said–" I was cut off by her again.

"You'll have to either stay in Leah's room or on the couch," she told me, her eyes apologetic.

"I call the couch," I answered quickly. "It's the only thing I really can do. Oh!" I quickly got a brain wave and I reached for my back pack. I grabbed it, sifting through it's contents until got to the money. I grabbed eighty, and pulled it out. "I don't know how long I'll be staying," I said. Might as well pay her if she's going to be so kind; there wasn't much else I could do. "This belongs to you."

She looked at the money as if I had showed her a rare gem. "No, no! You keep it; you'll need it."

I was grateful but completely taken off guard by her words. Behind her, Seth grinned. I smiled at her. "Thank you," I whispered, a few tears escaping my control.

Seth's mom stood up. "You can call me Sue," she added before she gracefully strode away. "I'll be right back!" she called.

"Mom's always so polite and nice. I swear we're going to have hobo's in here next!" Seth laughed.

I glanced down again, my eye catching his frog boxers once again. My cheeks felt hot. "She's really . . . excepting and motherly," I told him.

"Yeah. That's just my mom. Tough as old nails, though," he replied.

As if on cue, Sue appeared in the kitchen again. In her hands were a few blankets and a pillow with a pink covering. She motioned for me to follow, and then led me into the small living room. Along a wall was a navy couch and a rocking chair. Across the room from it was a small T.V. with a mantal that had pictures and ordements along it's white surface. The carpet was a light blue in color. She place the pillow on one end of the couch, and put the blankets beside it.

"This is the best I can give you," Sue told me.

"No, no, it's great. Better then sleeping on sand and rocks," I answered, my voice saturated in thanks. "Really. Thanks."

Sue smiled at me. "I'll leave you sleep now. Goodnight, Shazza."

As she turned and disappeared, I said, "'Night." a few seconds late.

Seth grinned at me. "You look like you need some sleep. 'Night, Shazza," he said as he slowly left.

I felt the heat in my cheeks raise, but I nodded and gasped out, "'Night!"

I sighed, put my back pack on the ground, and climbed onto the couch, pulling the blanket up over me, and I let myself go limp.

Some odd time later, I fell into an uneasy sleep.


Hey!!

Again, this isn't my best Chapter in the world. I'm hoping the next one will be better, but I'm having some pretty bad writer's block on this. I'm trying, I am!

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