Don't Ever Forget Me Chapter 5, a wizards of waverly place fanfic

Hey, KatelynKat here! Well, here you go another chapter and hopefully more reviews to come? Oh, and before we start I would like to say thank you to everyone that took the time to review my story, and trust me I deeply appreciate it. Oh and also, I'm thinking of changing the rating to Teen because I got an idea, but it's not appropriate for a K+ thing, so please in a review or PM tell me what you think about this. All right thank you, and with that let's begin!

Rated K+ for sensuality, comic mischief, suggestive themes and, crude humor.

Don't Ever Forget Me . . .

Chapter Five

Mason and I stood exploring the park intently. Mason doesn't think that I noticed. But I saw. I saw Mason eyeing the birds that I had noticed earlier, like they were something to eat. I saw him staring at the butterflies and practically drooling. And at that moment I couldn't help but wonder, was I doing the right thing? As Mason wandered off into the park, probably wanting to devour every living creature, I thought for a second. Could he and I be happy together? Oh, no. Was Dad right? Can he and I really have a normal relationship? Wait a minute. Dad isn't right. We both love each other, of course we can have a normal relationship. I don't care what he says, but I would do anything for Mason and he would do the same for me . . . right?

"Love, are you okay?" I heard the faint slur of Mason's words replay in the back of my mind. He placed his furry hand on my shoulder while I was still completely zoned out. I stayed that way for a while. I thought about our life together, so far. I don't know why but it felt like I was trapped inside a movie or . . . or a dream . . .

"Sorry, I think you dropped this," the new British guy lurked over to me, holding up a paintbrush. I eyed the brush carefully, and shook my head confused.

"No, that's not mine," I responded shaking my head to the side. What was he talking about? I didn't drop a stupid paintbrush. I sighed. People these days. . .

"Yeah, I know. I needed an excuse to come and talk to you," he said softly, looking into my eyes. Well then, in that case . . . I swiftly swiped the brush from his hands, hesitating a little as my hand touched his, silently. I remained calm and collected, of course and waited patiently for him to say something else. Such as, "want to go out?" "Will you be my girlfriend?" yeah, I'm good with all of those!

As there was a brief silence, he finally said, "It's quite lovely . . . uh, what you're working on there." He pointed to the artwork that I was working on, and of course he had changed the subject. Great.

I chuckled slightly, finding that he was complimenting my stupid little scribbles in a way to get out of kind of flirting with me. As I didn't really want to discuss this topic, particularly with the new guy from England who was quite attractive, if you ask me, I decided to change the subject. "So—"

"Okay, holster your brushes, hombres, it's time for the art-off," Mr. Laritate announced, cutting me off.

I turned back to the new British guy. "And speaking of ridiculous things . . ." I gestured toward where Mr. Laritate was holding the art-off competition.

"Oh! Oh!" Harper had her hand waving around in the air, and her face was scrunched up tight. Was she obsessed with the art offs? Nevertheless, Laritate picked on her and she brought her painting to the front of the room and displayed it on the easel. Laritate then picked on Harper's rival, and that's when I stopped paying attention. I turned to the new British guy.

"Art-off is stupid. I mean, just because Mr. Laritate picks a painting doesn't mean it's good because well, he picks out those clothes!" I snickered, laughing a bit.

New British guy then said, "He doesn't pick them out, his Mom lays it out for him."

"Oh, I like you, new British guy, you're on my team," I decided. I thought for a second. Finally, someone who gets me in this world, about time . . .

New British guy held out his hand, intending for me to shake it. "My name's Mason Greyback."

And that is when it all started . . .

"Just kiss me," I demanded as Mason placed his jacket around me. We were surrounded by the pouring rain as Mason inched closer to me. His lips pressed against mine softly.

"Sorry. Sometimes I go full wolf, when I don't need to." Mason. Is. A. Werewolf! Ahh!

Harper and I were screaming from the top of our lungs, as we saw Mason transform from a teenager to a werewolf right before our eyes.

"Um, I don't think he has another girlfriend . . . maybe another dog," Harper said. She stared at Mason with wide eyes. I suppose since she is a mortal that she's not used to seeing things like this, but she should because well, she's my best friend. I scoffed at her sarcasm, as it was so not the time or place right now. At that moment, Mason howled fiercely. I'm guessing a werewolf instinct? He sounded so loud so I rushed over to him and told him to hush up.

"SSH! There are people around," I was slightly agitated and a little embarrassed. But thankfully no one noticed that there was a uh, hairy guy on Waverly Place.

"Sorry, I—I can't help it." Ugh! I want to be mad at him, but that accent makes it really hard to be. "Now, based on the fact neither of you ran off, I personally would say you have a secret. "What are you?" he asked. Then continued giving me options, "An elf? A wizard? A genie? Or just desperate?" Harper pointed her finger at him. Ugh, she's a little bi— . . . anyway; I responded a wizard and Harper immediately made a remark about how she's glad she isn't one. But I know deep down inside she's jealous of me. Humph. Mason then continued, taking my hands and entwining his fingers with mine. "I knew there was something about you." He looked into my eyes intently and gasped. "Your necklace is still glowing!" I stared down at the heart shaped pendant Mason gave me the other day.

"So? It's probably just the batteries?" I asked, curious.

"No, I lied. It's not battery operated. It only glows when you're in love with the person who put it on you."

I stared at him, unsure of what to say. So I mumbled, "Oh. Well then, I guess it works . . . and now I don't have to tell you. Which is something I'm not really good at."

"Usually when girls find out I'm a werewolf they run off . . ." Mason looked down and I raised his chin up to face me.

"Does this look like I'm running off?"

I hugged him tightly then, not ever wanting to let go.

"You do love me . . ." I realized when I placed the true love necklace around him. It glowed instantly and I knew he was the one. I stared at the heart. And Mason looked up at me, sadly. I knew that my chances of ever seeing him again were . . . well, zero. So I looked at him, and I didn't look away and I didn't even blink because I knew I'd never be seeing him again . . .

"I do." Mason stood up, not taking his eyes off me. "But it's too late for us."

"NO!" I yelled. I wasn't letting him do this. I wasn't giving up.

"You can never have a normal life with me . . ." Mason trailed off.

I continued, "But I'm a wizard. Nothing about my life is ever normal."

"But I have to go. When I turn into a wolf I won't be able to control myself." Mason embraced me in a hug and I hugged him back tightly. I was afraid that this was the end, or a tragic beginning . . . "It won't be safe for you." He looked down at his shirt. He took off the true love necklace and handed it to me. As I stared at it down in his hands, I realized I didn't need it. I pushed his hands back towards himself and he looked at me.

"No," I said glaring at the necklace. "You keep it." I placed it around his neck as I saw it instantly glow, like magic. "Don't ever forget me . . ."

"Alex! Alex!" I heard someone yelling my name in the background. I opened my eyes slightly, but my vision was slightly blurred. I realized I was in my bed, with the sheet covering me. Oh, what happened? Where's . . .

"Mason?" I mumbled out, groggily. "Where's . . . where's Mason . . . ?" My voice was in a weak whisper.

"Mason?" someone asked. I rubbed my eyes fiercely. It was Harper. Mmm, I could've guessed, who else would be wearing a cupcake on her head? Harper sat herself down on my bed, forcing my legs to the side. I looked around. I was in my room, but what happened? Wasn't I in the park with Mason? And where was he? Wouldn't he be here, helping me? Finally, Harper widened her eyes like she always does when she has figured something out. "Oh, you mean your wolf true love?"

"Yes, Harper! Where is he?" I asked. Harper was being stupid. She knew who Mason was. And I bet she knew where he was hiding too, but why was she denying it?

"How should I know? Probably in the woods somewhere." What?

"Harper," I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. Great, it was a terrible mess. Ugh. I placed strands of my hair behind my ear, flattening it with the back of my hand. "Stop joking around, where is he?"

"I told you, I don't know," Harper said. She placed her hand on my shoulder. I looked at her hand and then looked up at her. "Alex, you're acting a little . . . uh, disoriented. Why don't you come down and have breakfast?" I didn't want breakfast. I took her hand off my shoulder and threw the covers off me. I stood up, and quickly fixed my hair into a messy bun. Then I turned back to Harper.

"Harper, just tell me where he is! I was just with him!" I exclaimed, confused.

"Alex," Harper stood up as well. She walked over to me with deep, worried eyes. This time, she placed both her hands on my shoulders and continued, "Mason is a wolf, out in the woods somewhere. You couldn't have been just with him. That's impossible. Now, I don't know what you're talking about but, it doesn't make much sense."

"W-what?" I stammered. I studied her face; her expression was worried and anxious. Finally I concluded, "N-no! You're lying." I gasped then continued, "Justin put you up to this, didn't he? Because I didn't search for Juliet."

"Juliet? You mean Justin's ancient vampire girlfriend?" Harper asked. "Alex, Mason was turned into a wolf forever a while ago. Maybe you had a bad dream about it?"

"It can't be. Can it? No. It wasn't just a dream . . . it was real . . ." I trailed off.

". . . Alex . . ."

"Mason!" I had heard is voice deep in the back of my head. "Where are you?"

"I'm in Transylvania, in wolf form. You have to come here or . . ." his voice trailed off. Or what?

"Or what?" I thought in the back of my head.

"Or you'll be in terrible danger."

Cliffhanger! Okay so in a review please tell me if you think I should change the rating to Teen. I'm thinking I should, but I'm not totally sure. So thank you and all of your ideas will be considered. All right thanks for reading and reviewing!

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