I waited for my dad to walk in. I considered my parents relationship for a second. I knew that before my mum became a vampire my dad had "imprinted" on her but now she was a vampire they were a laughing stock of both communities. Of course Neither my dad or brother were werewolves, they were shape shifters.

I heard him sigh behind my door and I said, "Come in." Knowing he would be able to hear me even if I whispered.

He opened the door and looked in at me. I was lead on my back on top of the covers of my bed staring at the ceiling. "Hey."

"Hi." I responded quietly.

"So, er, your mom thinks that there's something wrong?" He was bad at this and I didn't want to talk to my dad about the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen.

"Well, mum was wrong." I answered coldly.

"Look, honey, I know this difficult but taking it out on the rest of us isn't going to make it ok." He sat on the end of my bed and I sat up.

"I'm not changing into a shape shifter, dad." I felt a strange anger towards him that I couldn't understand but I let it die away.

"Really?" He replied seeing my struggle with my temper. "Had any, I don't know, weird dreams lately?"

"I always have weird dreams." I huffed and flung myself against my pillow.

"I mean weirder than usual. You don't look like you had much sleep last night."

"What have dreams got to do with it?" I asked suddenly interested but pretending not to be.

"Well, some shape shifters know they are going to change before it happens and they have weird dreams about werewolves… or whatever they will turn into I guess." I stayed as I was so he carried on. "It's not uncommon to have the dreams but maybe you got it from your mother, she had dreams about vampires just before she became one. Or maybe that was the pregnancy." My parents never referred to when my mum was pregnant with me and when they did it was "the pregnancy."

"Well anyway. If you want to talk about it I'll be here all afternoon." He told me standing up and leaving my room. I heard my door shut and I rolled my eyes.

It made a lot of sense though. I had always been a late bloomer, maybe I was becoming one of them.

*

The next Classics lesson I had was as interesting as the first, but this time Foster seemed to want to talk to me way more than he had the day before. It wasn't any interesting conversation it was mostly about the book that we were reading. This time Foster walked me out of the demountable leaving Arthur annoyed and slightly confused.

"Ha, did you see his face?" I heard Foster mutter to himself.

"I'm sorry, what? You don't even know him! He's my friend and I think you should back off!" No matter how attractive you are. Arthur appeared behind me and grinned smugly. I hadn't understood where this sudden anger had erupted from but I was fine with it this time.

Foster looked surprised but walked towards me and Arthur and stuck his hand out for Arthur to shake, "I'm sorry mate, she's right, I was trying to be funny but you know it came of that I was trying to be a dick. Sorry it wasn't fair." Arthur shook his hand then Foster turned to me and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I'll see you tomorrow." There was something different about him. As he walked away, it wasn't as graceful as usual.

"Yeah, so he should apologise." Arthur said smugly.

"Shut up Arty." I looked away from the tall boy towards the direction Foster had walked and Arthur's face contorted slightly; half because I had called him "Arty" and half because I obviously liked Foster.

You're not supposed to be a dick and the good guy. I thought shaking my head.

*

I was babysitting a few doors down from my house that night. The children were finally asleep when the dog started barking, "Dash!" I whispered urgently. He was staring at the door. I didn't really want to open it, as I was about to go back into the living room there was a quiet knock and Dash went mad.

"For God's sake, Dash." I pulled him back by his collar and opened the door.

"Hi." Said a familiar husky voice.

"Hello. How the hell did you find out where I lived, and then find out I was here instead, in fact?" I was more confused than annoyed which made a change. Dash sniffed the boy's leg and started to growl. "One second." I managed to half drag the dog into the dining room and let Foster in. "He's usually very good." I told him wistfully.

Foster seemed to forget, or ignore my first question. "I wanted to give you these." He told me pulling out a bouquet from behind his back.

"Oh well I can't really-"

A voice behind me interjected, "Charlie? Whose here?" My mother's concerned voice made Foster's nose wrinkle.

"Mum, you couldn't have come through the front door? My friend, Foster."

"Oh," She walked into view and I heard the dog bark again. A smile touched her lips and she reached out her hand to shake Foster's, "hi, I'm Charlie's mom."

I was afraid that Foster would realise how cold my mum was, in the literal sense, and ask me why.

"Nice to meet you." He told her happily and shook her hand firmly without a flinch. My mum smiled even wider, she looked like she was trying not to laugh.

"I best get back, your brother will be wrecking the place." She picked up the flowers and left the way she had come in.

"That was weird." I commented.

Foster was staring at me strangely. He smiled once he noticed I was looking at him. "I just wanted to apologise for today, again. That wasn't fair of me."

"No, but Arthur's as bad as you, I guess I'll have to get used to it." A grin lit up his whole face.

"So, you're saying you want to see more of me?"

"Well I pretty much see you everyday so I don't have a choice." I told him mischievously.

"No, I mean other than Classics." I turned to see if the dog was still alive he had been silent for ages.

"Oh, well sure yeah. Bit quick though isn't it?" I could feel a strange confidence run through me but as I turned to look at him I noticed the front door was open and he was gone. I was used to this, being in a family with such fast moving creatures, but I had found it strange how asking that kind of question he would bolt. I guessed he was asking me out for a joke and couldn't go through with it.

*

When I got home later my family were sat around whispering and giggling. I couldn't understand why and I decided to leave them to it, I was feeling strangely hot and bothered.