Chapter 4 - Cute Boys and Full Moons

Spending his first night in his new bedroom by himself had Dean up the entire time scared to death. The fact that the creepy boy who lives across the street is locked inside his own house, when in the first place he almost followed Dean and his father the whole way here.

Although Dean loved his room, he actually missed the lumpy hotel mattress. It had somehow had become a home to him.

Everywhere he looked Dean could feel the boy's presence somehow. It was towering over him at the foot of the bed, leaning over his body, and slowly whispering into his ear, before laying down beside Dean. He was also in the bathroom with a sharp razor, ready to shave Dean's face off when he eventually fell asleep. He was also in the closet, peering through the wooden blinds with a butcher knife. He was then outside on the balcony with a shotgun ready to blow Dean's head off.

But worst of all, the boy was under the bed with a pistol. Dean began to think of the most worst possible causes of this mysterious boy living across the street.

Dean closed his eyes and let the wind blowing against the balcony doors somehow cradle him to sleep.

If this strange feeling was going to be around him all the time, Dean thought might as well get used to it, right?

So Dean opened up the covers and invited this strange presence in, then snuck-up on his pillow and gave it a great bear hug.

After all, Dean thought the boy was just a tad bit cute.

"Good-morning sleepy head." Exclaimed John as Dean made his way down the stairwell.

John was in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee, reading the newspaper once again. The front page news article wasn't about the sightings of the werewolf. Today it was about Thrunsdale's oldest citizen receiving Thrunsdale's Lifetime Citizenship Award given by the mayor, who happened to actually be a woman.

Dean entered the kitchen, plopping down on the bar-stool of the island. A plate of food had already been cooked for him and laid there, waiting to be fed.

John looked down from the newspaper. "What are you staring at me for? Eat your breakfast." John demanded his son.

Dean grunted with a sour face. "I'm not that hungry." Dean pronounced, instead drinking his glass of orange juice. Although he hated the taste of it, Dean thought the juice was refreshing.

"Why is that?" John asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, I didn't get very good night's rest. I have major adjustments to get used to." Dean said, staring at his plate of sausage, bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

"Well, at least eat the pancakes. We have a very long day ahead of us."

Dean looked down at the plate. The food was already beginning to scream his name. "Why, what are we doing today?" Dean questioned, already digging through the start of the sausages and eggs.

John set the newspaper down on on the island table. "Well, now that I just set the WiFi up on your laptop, I'll now be able to register you online for high school so we don't have to actually go to it and stand there for an hour just to get a lanyard and your school ID."

Dean began to get pumped. He was so excited to go to high school he was barely breathing. He wanted to create all these new long term friends that he might see everyday for sometime.

"So when does school start, well, for me at least?" Dean questioned, already scarfing down his sausages, and his eggs were almost finished. "You'll start school on January 3rd, when everybody comes back from the holidays. Now, this is what you should say whenever somebody asks you where you from or how you got here. Just say that you were living with your uncle on his farm while your dad gone out for business trips. You went to St. Judy's Private School in Wood-ridge. Never change the story."

Dean nodded, already moving on to the pancakes. "I got it. I just have a feeling everyone's gonna be down my throat because I'm the new kid and everything. That's the only thing that I'm worried about. Everyone's gonna make fun of me or something."

John looked at his son. "Dean, I promised nobody's gonna laugh at you. If something embarrassing happens, and they begin laughing at you, just laugh with them. They'll like you, Dean."

But he couldn't hear over his father, he already was shoving the pancakes down his esophagus.

"So, anything else we're doing today?" Dean asked, starting his bacon over a pancake-filled mouth.

John chuckled.

"Good thing you asked that today, son. I got a surprise for you."

Dean's interest level increased. "Wait, what do you mean? You've never been one for making surprises." Dean took a swig of his orange juice.

"Well, today's different." John responded. "Guess what day it is, Dean? Can you?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "The day after Christmas, duh?" Dean said hinting with a bit of sarcasm.

John laughed. "Always been the funny one, haven't you? But really, do you know what tonight is, Dean?"

Dean thought. Well, if yesterday was Christmas, and New Years Eve isn't for at least a couple days. That could only mean one thing...

"Dean, tonight is a full moon. Tonight, we're going hunting."

Dean stood in his bedroom shower, reminiscing over today's schedule.

Talking about school had made him nervous. He wanted to go to school, but at the same time he didn't. But when the subject changed about hunting the werewolf tonight, Dean literally died inside from almost having a heart attack.

He felt like hurling and excused himself to go use the bathroom. Now, he ended up in the shower, the warm water spraying on the top of his head, the soap falling down his body and splatting on the ground.

In the shower was the only place where Dean could really think. Honestly, he was scared to come face to face with this thing tonight.

Only one thing could get his mind off of his haunting thoughts...

As he pumped body soap onto his hands, Dean began lathering up over his muscled chest and his chiseled abs. Then he led down to his lean hips and stroked them just a bit. Dean was actually very fit for his age, probably more strong than his father.

But as he continued to go lower and lower, thoughts of the cute boy living across the street came alive.

Well, that escalated quickly... Anyways, tell me what you guys think in your reviews. That would be lovely.

Also, Happy Father's Day!