Hi, sorry for not updating until now. Let me say that I've been busy with other things, like school and library fines. (Also, my tablet is slowly dieing- and I don't mean my battery.) I am going to take a short break, and have this marked under hiatus, until I can get a few things together, like my book and stuff. I will NOT abandon this story, unlike some people have in their stories, so don't worry about that. This hiatus with probably last until late February or early March. The end of march, at the latest. I hope no who has been following this doesn't like the break, and I WILL be back soon, I just have to work on a few things. Thank you for your time, and here's the next chapter. (After this is where I will break. Also, I know I said I wouldn't publish until I got 5 reviews(which I haven't) but I think that if I'm taking a break, I might as well publish one more time before it. ) (Emails are italicized and bold, with Kermit underlined in the emails, and the email addressess don't count)
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?"
I threw up my arms again. "I don't know! Just fix it, will you?" I replied with a huff. I was glad that Kermit had matured so much after he had to rescue me from being shrunken. He would have probably started fake crying and run to Aunt Dee if I said that before.
Trigger had brought me to him, the smart dog he is. Kermit unfortunately had to deal with about a half hour of yelling from me about how horrible my experience was. Hey, you can't blame me for it- I had thought Trigger was going to eat me!
However, I did calm down and apologize. I knew he did help me- I HAD been chased by the cops, after all. He didn't have time to properly measure out the solution he gave me. I was really glad when I had finally washed off the last of the blue a few days later. (AN: This is AU, the events of MB4 never happened)
Anyway, Kermit seemed to grow up after that. He no longer tattled to his Aunt Dee about every little thing.
Instead, he tattled to her about everything that wasn't little.
However, that didn't happen much, so Andy and I were in the clear. Also, once when Conan got too close for comfort, Kermit disappeared, much to my annoyance (and relief). But, Kermit actually reappeared with Aunt Dee, so it was a pleasant surprise. I was glad he was on our side now.
"Hey, Earth to E, Earth to Evan, do you read me? Hellooo?" I heard, and shook myself out of my thoughts. Why the heck do I keep doing that, anyway? I thought angrily.
"Yeah, I'm here." I muttered, inciting a laugh from Kermit.
"Sheesh, you weren't on the moon, you were on Saturn! Maybe Pluto! Ha ha!" He snickered, grinning at me. I looked him in the eye now- he'd had a growth spurt which, thankfully, had nothing to do with Monster Blood.
"Jeez, lay off it, will you? Is the thing done?" I snapped, glaring at him. However, he just laughed again, grinning ever wider.
"Cuz, that's what I've been trying to tell you for the past five minutes! I AM done!" He replied, folding his arms in triumph.
I shot him a stink eye as I moved toward the now turned on computer. I retorted, "Stop it with the nicknames… Kermie." I added in a Miss Piggy voice.
His face fell into a glare. "Sheesh, alright," he muttered, turning away from me."Just wanted you to know it was working."
I smiled weakly at him. "Sorry," I said to his back. Then I turned to the glowing screen of the computer. I grinned in delight at the fact that it was already set up.
Grady's POV
As I sat down at the table, I jumped at the sound of a bell. I glanced down at my laptop, already set up, and grinned. Evan finally was emailing! However, I couldn't email him at the table- my parents would get suspicious of what I was writing, especially if I was hiding it from them. So, I ate as quick as I could, to try and get out of there earlier. It didn't work.
"Well! Looks like someone's hungry!" Mom exclaimed, staring at how fast I was eating. I paused, rolled my eyes, and continued eating.
"Sheesh, how much are you going to eat? Did your balancing act really exaust you that much?" Emily said, giving me an evil eye. I froze up for about half a second, then glared at her. I had been worried she had seen me balancing on the tiny windowsill when I was struggling with my window the night before. she had just been referring to when I grabbed three plates of food, a yogurt, cereal, and a drink. Mom and dad had grabbed just one plate of food each, and Emily only had a cereal and a drink. They always marveled how I could put away so much food, yet not gain a single pound. I felt like Peter from Foxtrot when they used that wording.
I decided to escape before Dad gave me a quip. I quickly finished up he waffles I had grabbed, and tossed the styrofoam plates and bowl. I finished the drink as I walked up to my room with my laptop. Down into the trashcan it went. I fumbled with the room card for a moment before I finally got it into the lock. When I was in, I jumped on the bed, Ech, there's still a ton of hair… and opened the email.
From: jackthegiantslayer8
To: loonymoonie136
Subject: Anubis?
Hi. Sorry I didn't email earlier- I had to fix the computer. (My cousin actually did that- he wouldn't let me take the credit, BTW) I have a ton of questions, but I'll just ask a few for now; I've dealt with a barrage of questions before. (These… may have been accompanied by projectiles(My cuz keeps bugging me to tell you that he gave me the word))First off: When do you sleep? I mean, you were wandering around at 9 last night, and there was nothing about you on the news or anything before then. (Or after, actually)Does that mean you're nocturnal? (Cuz again)
As I read through it, I could feel my grin getting wider. I finally had someone who knew what was going on with me! I had to stop and think though… he didn't know my real name, or my real email. He didn't even know what my human self looked like. I shook that thought out of my head though, and kept reading.
A question from my cousin: Are werewolves really weak to silver? I've always wondered that. (BTW, if I'm not supposed to know that you're a werewolf, you can just yell at Evan.)
I chuckled. I wondered how old Evan's cousin is. I guess he's not exactly gonna tell me any details about the kid, considering the fact that he refused to name his cousin. I kind of pictured a ten-year-old girl with his red hair.
Okay, back to me. I hope you can answer my questions,and tell me if you think I (or my cousin)are being rude. Well, later, Evan (And his "cousin")
P.S.- I didn't know werewolves had emails, or computers at all. Is it because of your human side?
Sent from Evan Ross's computer at 09:39:46 AM
I stared at the computer. Then I frowned, and muttered, "How am I going to respond to this?" I hadn't really thought about what I could say to him- I mean, what do you say to someone who knows your deepest, darkest secret? Also, I was a little mad about Evan telling his cousin. I decided to not bother with it- since Evan didn't know it was a secret. I just hoped he didn't blow it to a lot of other people. Or, well, anyone else, really. C'mon, can't a guy keep a secret? This was why I hadn't told my sister.
I thought for a little while more, and started typing. However, it wasn't like in the movies, where suddenly, you know exactly what to say, and know the specifics of what you want to type. No, it wasn't like the words just flowed out. I had never been good with writing. My English teacher, the first time he gave us an essay question, he just looked at it and shook his head. I guess he had been informed of what my writing had been like in the past. But, I thought it was a nice touch with the facepalm.
I stared at the screen for a little while longer, deliberating. However, despite being pretty bad at writing normally, I managed to piece something together that I thought read all right.
To: jackthegiantslayer8
From: loonymoonie136
Subject: RE: Anubis?
Hey, what's up? It's fine that you didn't answer last night- I kind of didn't get back to my computer 'til sunrise. :)
Okay, to answer your question: I'm normally diurnal (ask your cousin about THAT!) Ok, ok, actually, I sleep at night, except during the full moon. I am, unfortunately, affected for about a week every month. (Say anything about me being a girl and DIE, I get too much of it from my sister from the way I act every month, and she doesn't know. You don't have that excuse)
To answer the second question, I am not allergic to silver. (I actually gave a friend of mine a silver pendant) However, the whole wolfsbane thing? Totally true. Also, I'm personally allergic to some cheap metals. My entire family is.
I paused at this line, and thought for minute. Do I really want to put that down? I thought, pausing. Then I shook my head and started to rewrite.
Also, I'm personally allergic to some cheap metals. Everyone in my family is.
I smiled. There, I thought, tapping in some more. Much better. This way, he can't tell how big my family is! If he wanted to keep his family secret, I could keep mine secret, as well. That made me think. I decided to add something in.
On the subject of family, I understand you want to keep your cousin out of danger. To make it easier, why not just come up with code names? That way, you don't have to worry. We can do the same with my family. :)
Well, laterz, Anubis.
P.S- Please can you not tell anyone else about me? At least, not without asking. I mean, it's not like I can shout my existence from the rooftops.
Sent from iMac GT-54033 computer at 10:24:53 AM
I grinned toothily, and leaned back in my chair as the send icon bar loaded. There.