Grady's POV
The next morning you could find me tapping my finger against a desk. Specifically, one of those stupid IKEA desks that hotels put into their rooms. I glared at the laptop I had gotten for my birthday; my parents had refused to get me an iPad.
I was glaring at it because I had set up the email I had given to Evan and been waiting since 4 that morning. Did he try to send it earlier and get an email does not exist notice? I wondered, flicking my eyes toward the cheap digital clock next to the bed. 9:23 AM. Yeah, I had been waiting for 6 hours.
Yeah right.
I actually had tried to set it up at 4 that morning when I had snuck back into the hotel. That had been hard; I had opened the window at 3, and had woken up my parents; it was the wrong room. See, the room setup is: Mom and Dad in one room, Emily in another, and me in the last. I'm one room away from Mom and Dad. Hey, I'm a werewolf, not a wereowl. I can't see that well. Even the… gigantic… day-glo green… poster I set up in the window. Ok maybe I need glasses.
Anyway, after I woke them up, I had to wait another hour before I could try and sneak in again. Then I opened up my laptop, and made the account. Well, tried. My claws kept hitting more that one key at a time. Great, I thought, giving the computer a deadpan look. I'm never gonna talk to Evan again if this keeps going.
I had to wait on the bed for the next 2 hours before I changed back in the sunlight. I feel sorry for the person who had to clean that room afterward. I was shedding all over, unfortunately. I'm just glad I had a lint cleaner in my bag. That cleaned up most of the mess.
Anyway, then I finally set up the email, and I'm paranoid, so I stayed up for the next three hours waiting.
Now, here I was, glaring at my computer, tapping grooves into the cheesy desk. I was startled by a knock on my door.
The knocker came in despite not hearing a "come in," although the reason was obvious. Emily stared at me. She blinked once before speaking. "I heard you scream. You alright?" She said, finishing her sentence by blowing a big bubble with her gum, then snapping it.
I rolled my eyes and pulled myself from the pile I was on the floor. I jiggled the mouse on my computer just as it was falling asleep, and turned to her.
"Don't do that." I spat, turning my best glare on her.
However, she was used to these, and simply stared at me indifferently. She snapped another bubble, and replied, "That's a yes, then."
I sighed. "Yeah." I said, and stood up. I stretched, and yawned. I turned to her and, knowing that she wouldn't be in my room without a reason, I asked, "What's up?"
"The 'rents are up. Breakfast is downstairs." She said, and turned on her heel to go downstairs. However, she paused, and slowly turned her head owlishly. Her gaze rested on my laptop.
"What were you doing on the computer?" She said, obviously suspicious.
I rolled my eyes. I swear, I have the nosiest sister ever. "I was checking my email. I just signed up to a pen pal program." I said truthfully. Technically, there was no real program, but I had my own means. That's truthful, right? I suddenly wished I could be a bit more truthful about my life with everyone. It was so stupid that a werewolf got stuck with parents that would stick me in a nuthouse if I said I was one, a sister that would tell the world, which would probably get me kidnapped for some sicko experiment, and a friend that would probably kill me in my sleep with her Dad's gun. She'd stick the silver pendant she always wore in it, too. And I gave it to her for her birthday!
My sister eyed me for a moment longer before shrugging and turning back downstairs. I let out the breath I had been holding, and followed.
Yay, 88 views and 44 visitors! :) Only two reviews tho. :/ I really would like to know what people think of this. Anyway, people seemed to like the teaser, so here you go! Also, to encourage reviews, I'll publish this chapter when I get 5 new reviews!
(Okay, that should buy me some time... *hides to work on fan fiction*)
Grady: Hey, where'd she go?
Evan: I dunno, but I want more screen time! :(
I'm sorry, I'm busy! Evan, you get more screen time in the next chapter! *Hides again as Grady and Wolf charge*
Evan's POV
I looked at the old computer at a different angle. "Are you done fixing it yet?" I asked Kermit as he climbed around the clunky thing.
"NO." He replied resolutely. "And it'll NEVER get done if you don't BE QUIET." There was silence for a moment, where I simply stared at his legs where the were sticking out from inside the humongous machine. Then he sighed, and pulled himself out of the thing.
"Sorry, I'm just frustrated." His face screwed up in annoyance. "Computers aren't my thing, chemistry is."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I need this thing working! I mean, I AM grounded after I got home so late. I can't exactly go to the library!" I said, throwing up my hands and glaring at him.
He glared back at me. "Hey, don't blame ME for staying out so late! And don't blame me for you having luddite parents, either." He retorted, sliding back into the computer's case. "Sheesh, I'm surprised this thing is still here. Your parents must have spent a fortune getting this thing, or else they have just had it this long." He poked his head out and gave me a questioning look. "Why do they have a computer from nearly 20 years ago, anyway?"