Chapter Two: Who Liked Sane People Anyway?

Laying upside-down on my bed, I couldn't get the thought of that wolf out of my mind. The thought ran over me for the rest of our camping trip, and far after we got home. My parents still wouldn't get me a dog though.

My eyes closed, imagining his. They were dark brown, gorgeous. No one's eyes ever smiled at me so bright before I saw his. I wanted to cuddle up beside him and have him in my room, rather than this uncomfortable bed. Nothing really seemed to compare in softness after my skin felt that fur.

It felt like there was more to him though. Like I was missing out on some big story behind him. Maybe I was just overreacting, overthinking the situation. I tended to do that. The trait so obviously inherited by my parents.

Hm...

Sprawling out on my navy blue comforter, I cracked an eye open upon feeling a presence. A cheerful looking blond sat cross-legged beside my head, grinning down at me and poking my forehead as soon as she saw me peek up at her.

"Go away." I groaned, acting like I didn't want her there. Of course I did though, she was my best friend after all. "What did you just waltz right in?"

She rolled her eyes, pokepokepokeing my cheek as she spoke. "No, your mom just left."

"I see."

We both smiled at my serious tone, and I sat up, hugging her. I spent a whole weekend without her, my best friend, Lindsay Ash. I missed her terribly!

"Have fun?" she asked, grabbed a pillow off against my headboard and hugging it against her purple shirt. "Betcha missed me like crazy."

"Missed you like a sin." I laughed, poking her freckled cheek just as she did to mine previously.

"Oh, I'm sure."

Here's where I began to contemplate whether or not to share my wolf experience with her. Lindsay wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but still, the story probably would seem a bit... Odd coming from someone who didn't share this first-hand. But hey, she was my best friend, she was obliged to listen to me.

"You'll never guess what happened on my trip~" I spoke in a sing-song voice, hopping off my bed, kicking some clothes underneath it.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, laying down and making herself comfortable. "Did your dad fall in a creek?"

"...besides that."

Her bell-like giggle rang throughout the room as she stretched, still pulling that thoughtful face.

"I don't know."

Excitedly, I told her. All about my wolf with his soft grey fur with black spots, his playful personality, and also how scared I was at first ("Bet you almost peed yourself, didn't you?" she remarked with a grin.) She nodded her head along as I told the story, but her hazel eyes and Cheshire cat grin told me how she felt.

She thought I was insane.

"-and you think I'm insane, don't you?"

"Hey, you didn't need that story to have me think that, Ellie." she laughed and I smacked her arm playfully. "Owww!"

"I'm serious though." I told her. "It was real. I wasn't just imagining things, Linds, you gotta believe me!"

"Sure thing, Captain Crazy." She jumped off the bed as well, her straight blond hair falling over her shoulder as she shook her head. "C'mon, we're going to be late for school."

Pouting, I grabbed my bag and followed after. Well, at least I knew that I was serious and wasn't (completely) insane. My wolf was real. I'd just have to take her up there sometime to go see if we saw him again. Seeing is believing after all.

Getting in Lindsay's little blue car, I buckled up and listened to her talk about crazy wolf fantasies, then about this kid Tyler she liked. Well, I knew Tyler kind of. He was the kid who almost hit that Bella girl with his car, before one of the Cullens got to her. I didn't remember that clearly, but...

"So I think I'm going to ask him out."

"Really?" I looked up at her. She was really pretty, and no I wasn't just saying that because I was her best friend. She was a total sweetheart too, Tyler would be lucky to have her.

Changing the radio station, she nodded. "Yeah." Both hands on the wheel now. "With my right-hand-lady by my side, of course."

"Of course."

Grinning she nodded, turning the radio up and the windows down as "Monster" by Lady Gaga began to play. She had her CD again, didn't she?

...but of course she did.

Belting out the lyrics to the catchy song, I couldn't help but sing along as well, smiling a little and leanind back in my seat.

"He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart~"

We sang along as the songs went by, my head tilted and staring out to the thick foliage around us. School was only a fifteen minute drive away, and the carride was always a fun ride, even if we did jam to Lady Gaga /every/ singly time.

She was kind of like the Madonna of our generation, wasn't she?

"Gaga ooh la la, want your bad romance~"

Hopefully something interesting happened today at school, or that we found something funny during one of the only classes we had together, we normally did anyway. I needed something to keep me laughing the whole time, I didn't think it was healthy to obsess over some animal you played with in a forest.

Especially for a sixteen year old girl.

Hm, maybe Lindsay was right. I was insane.

But oh well, who liked the sane people anyways? Well... Most people preferred the sane people, but I was perfectly content with being perfectly insane. And perfectly infatuated with the thought of having my wolf as my pet.