Cold
Rhinna tossed her hair lazily back as she yawned sitting on the couch in Megan's room.
"So what's with this Warren-guy who just left you a message?" She asked as Megan walked out of her closet in her pajama pants and T-shirt.
"Warren?..Warren... Oh! He's my new friend from school." She was tempted to laugh out loud at the thought of calling him her friend but the laughter died in her throat so she instead chose to giggle as all girl no matter how cool do when they have a friend spending the night.
"Friend?...hm... Warren... Nice name... You like?" She said as she sprawled out and took a bite of icecream from the comunity gallon on the floor.
"He's fun to look at, I'll give him that... It's just... I dunno..."
"You dunno?" Rhianna raised an eyebrow as she played with her tongue piercing and Megan blushed. If Rhianna wasn't her best friend, she would've strangled her for that secretive smile.
"Its not like TOMMY!"
"Really?"
"Warren is deffinatly straight."
"In that case," Tommy siad wlaking in, his favorite pink button up shirt slung over him as he sat down and crossed his legs, "What's wrong with him? Now don't lie you KNOW you can't keep secret from us sweety."
"Bacon." Laura muttered from her sleeping spot on eth floor before openning an eye. "Seriously, I smell bacon..."
"Wow, the beast has awoken." Megan laughed as she tossed a set a plate full of bacon to reside by the ice cream.
Laura, the deer shape shifter, quickly stole a piece and began eating it while Rhianna, the Peregrin falcon, took another bite of ice cream.
Tommy, everyones favorite gay fox shape-shifter, was watching his weight, so he joined in neither.
"So spill it, sweety, what's this bad boy like?"
"Bad boy? How'd you-" She said before they gestured to Megan's journal, which lay open to the most recent page where she had indeed described warren as a "bad boy loner".
"He sorta scares me." Megan said as she fell to the floor with a thunk and nibbled at a piece of bacon herself.
"Scares you? Why?" Laura looked intrested as she looked at Megan, but Tommy and Rhianna exchanged worried looks.
Laura was the most recent installment in their group, but Tommy and Rhianna knew Megan well enough to know she was a bit reckless when it came to the danger she rarely was able to get.
"Anyway, what did the messge say?" Megan siad ignoring Laura who shrugged it off. Megan was a wolf, she was a deer. With that considered, she wasn't gonna press for an answer.
"It said he'd see you tomorrow around 9pm when he got off work." Rhianna quoted before saying, "Ok Megan, lets go to sleep."
Megan turned into a wolf as Tommy became a fox and Rhianna and Laura all took their forms.
Megan leapt on her bed and waited for the others to fall into the jaws of darkness until she turned back and pulled Warren's note bok from under her pillow and flipping it open again, and becoming in case in the darkness written there.
Warren on the other hand stood in his bathroom, the door locked, his pocket knife switched out and in his unslinged clumsy left hand.
Butit di't matter which hand as long has Melanie was shown her cimson apology.
He peeled off his shirt and put the knife to the flesh of his side and drawn across.
The bloody ritual repeated once more after a few moments of clumsy slashing and he slid down into the boiling hot bath water.
It felt lukewarm to him as he closed his eyes and let his mind wander. He wondered for a moment why it should be his punishment that he should always be cold but that changed to thoughts of Melanie, which then wandered to his father, then to Erica,who had never known Baron Battle an had been born the day his dad had been sentenced. Then to his mom who he suspected that, since it was two am, was gettng ready for he first job of the day.
He wished he had Melanie back, and he wished his dad was out of jail, and he wished Erica hadn't had to grow up without getting taken to the park to play and having to walk home from preschool because he and his mother were both doing overtime at work. And he wished his mom could relax and stay home a few times on weekends, and he wished he wasn't always so damn cold.
But a he pulled the plug to release the steaming, slightly pinkened water, he shunned the wishes from his mind. He pulled on his boxers and a tank top be for walking out with the steam trailing after him.
He pulled the stuffed dragon from hiding place in the hollow side of his bed and pulled the black quilt over his head and curl up with it like a child.
But he could dream, dream he had a perfect family and his perfect girlfriend back..
His dreams would make him into a four year old again with his father pushing him on the swing.
But his dreams couldn't do one thing.
They couldn't stop him from being guilty about everything being all his fault.
And they couldn't stop him from ebing so god damn cold.
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