Author's Note: Hello again, here's quite a mediocre chapter that I thought I'd spew out quickly before my university course load gets quite heavy (oh wait - it already is). Enjoy, thanks for the feedback.

The house was dark, barely illuminated by the rising sun. I quickly looked through the peephole; actually concerned Seth would be trying to picklock the door or something as equally terrifying. He was, however, walking back the way we had come.

Just like the outside, the house was disturbingly unorganized and cluttered. The coffee table was strewn with unfinished books and week old newspapers. I nearly tripped over a pair of shoes when I walked through the entryway. They were my shoes, but nonetheless.

The house belonged to my Gran, who my sister and I were staying with temporarily. Temporarily being the last ten years, and also a term that was loosely used by my parents. They were wildlife photographers for some academic magazine and dumped my sister and I with our Gran. Temporarily, of course.

Despite giving me justified reason to dislike them, I thought my parents were pretty decent. They sent me postcards and couldn't tell me to clean my room because they were in another country. That's what I call a good family relationship.

My Gran on the other hand was surly and disappointed enough for both of them. She often shuffled around the house, muttering things like "I should have never gotten your mother that camera." Really added a cheerful influence to the house.

I ended up making a cup of tea and ignoring the shower because hygiene was for emotionally stable people. I made my way up the stairs, careful to stomp past my Gran's room, hoping to wake her up, and shuffled to the end of the hall.

I had the room overlooking the garden, which wasn't necessarily a good thing seeing as the garden wasn't particularly pleasant. The room was small and crammed with books, drawings, paintings and half-dead pot plants. There were photos of Magus and I tacked to the wall, a handwritten note from Magus passed to me in science class last year, and postcards from my absent parents.

I hobbled to the bed, tea sloping over the sides of the mug, and carefully sat down. It was odd to think that the last eighteen years of my life had been carelessly pinned to the wall and strewn over the floor. There was a notebook in my bedside table, for example, containing poems I had written when I was about thirteen. That was horrifying to think about.

I sipped my tea and squinted against the light that was finally starting to emerge through my window. I stood up to close my curtains when something caught my eye. A wolf, sitting on the edge of the forest, staring in my direction.

I narrowed my eyes at it and pulled my curtains closed.

"Christ." I muttered, rubbing my eyes. "I need some sleep."

I did, eventually, get to sleep. However, I was woken by Gran, storming into my room, falling over a pile of books, complaining about her ancient bones and telling me I had a phone call. Typical.

We lived in one of those out of touch towns where almost nobody but actual adults had mobiles or anything that might be beneficial. Gran, my sister, and I all shared the same phone, which could be considered child abuse or something similar.

I placed the receiver to my ear, suspecting Magus and only hoping it was Seth.

"Hey, you left." Magus said from the other end of the line.

I glanced at the clock. "It took you until two in the afternoon to figure that out."

"I only just got up, obviously." He sighed. "Dad woke me up, actually. Yelling about responsibilities and the like."

"What are those?" I joked, leaning against the wall.

"Well, for instance," He started. "It is your responsibility to tell me what happened last night because I can't remember."

"Last night?" I repeated, straining my memory. "I vaguely remember leaping out of a window, catapulting into a hedge, and talking to a cute boy who I am convinced is stalking me."

"What makes you think that?" Magus asked, a little doubtful.

"He leapt out from behind some trees this morning," I said. "Told me he was on a run even though he lives in La Push."

"Christ." He muttered. "Watch out for that. Speaking of sexual escapades though, I think I may have definitely kissed Charlie last night."

That made my heart feel tight, and my legs feel all wobbly, like they couldn't support my weight. I leaned further into the wall, hoping it would swallow me, and let out a laugh as though nothing was wrong.

"Charlie Green?" I said. "No wonder I found you hiding under the table. I would feel embarrassed too."

"So I was hiding under the table." Magus chuckled, and there was a slight pause. "Ginger, I actually called you to talk about something else."

He knew, he definitely knew. I'm not an inconspicuous person by nature, and I'm certainly bad at hiding things. Obviously he was going to gently remind me he was attracted to men, and despite how manly I looked, I had the wrong bodily parts that would make the relationship functional.

"I'm leaving in four days." He said quietly.

"Oh that's nice," I said, relieved he wasn't talking about me most certainly being in love with him. "Are you going on a holiday?"

"If you call college a holiday, which a lot of people do." He said, half amused.

"Oh – right." I said. "That."

"That." He repeated. "Obviously it would be great if I could pack you in my suitcase but it seems you have other obligations involving a frozen yogurt store."

"And also, realistically, I'd probably suffocate and die and you'd have to explain to my Gran – actually, I think she'd be quite pleased." I trailed off.

"I'll call you, and write letters too because I've always wanted a pen pal." He told me, ignoring my last statement.

"As if I'd be able to read your handwriting." I teased.

"Catch up soon?" He asked. "Dad wants to show me how to 'properly' pack a suitcase, whatever that means."

"Bye." I said, but he'd already hung up.