And for Comic Relief

"I don't understand why you won't buy this!" Honey whined, I am surprised to say it is worse shopping with her than it is with Kyle, and he is human so he is normal and can't walk that fast though I could've sworn he was either in his late fourties or early fifties. Really, if you consider it, there is no reason for him to walk so slowly. Then again, it could be so he could find exactly what he was looking for. "It would look so pretty on you! Just try it on!"

"I will not try that dress on! I don't wear dresses, let alone fancy ones like that! Where would I wear it to?" I snapped.

"Somewhere fancy! It's pretty and it's your size and it's on sale."

I stared at the cursed size four Honey was pushing at me.

"If Mary Jo was here she'd agree with me!"

"If Mary Jo was here, we'd be looking at fire extinguishers and the water hoses in the garden department of Sears." Honey scoffed and looked around for another dress.

"I will not buy that!" I exclaimed when she ended up giving me six dresses in the end.

"No need to, just try them on!" She smiled, "And then we can go to the strip mall across the parking lot that you felt the need to visit." We had ended up driving pretty far because my father saw anything in the area as a threat, moron. Honey was the real threat.

"I will not try them on!" I threw them back like they were hot potatoes.

"Come on, they're pretty!" She caught them all, almost missing one but just nabbing it before it fell.

I looked at her like she had finally fucking lost it.

"You're such a boring person to shop with!" Honey sighed and put a few of the things back. "Try on this one. Look, just one."

"No." I crossed my arms.

"Fine, I'll put it one you." She grabbed my arm and dragged me to the dressing room.

"What?" I asked, panicked, "NO!"

"Yes." She smiled, pulling me into a stall-thing and shutting the door behind us, being sure to lock it. "On."

"Okay, I'm going to rearrange the word 'on' and come up with 'NO'." I disagreed.

"And I'm going to say 'yes' anyways. Take off your shirt."

"Oh, hell no."

After about twenty minutes of fighting, during which a worker came to see if we were finding everything all right, she somehow managed to get the thing on me. I still fail to know exactly how, but whatever.

"You look pretty! See!" She smiled in satisfaction.

"No…no I don't see." I made a face when I looked in the mirror.

"Well, pink goes nicely with your hair and complexion, you see," She began.

"…I hate pink…" I grumbled.

"Well, you shouldn't, it likes you. And so does yellow, light yellow. Red is pretty too." I don't think she realized I could care less. "I suppose white is nice, but wolves and white don't mix…"

I struggled out of the stupid thing before realizing there was a snap-thing above the zipper that was causing me my problems.

"Buy it."

"No."

"Fine, I'll use your credit card then." She smiled, waving it in front of my face. I growled.

"When-"

"Well, you aren't exactly holding your purse at the moment." She nodded to where it lay on the floor.

"You can't forge my signature." I raised an eyebrow.

She mimicked my expression.

"Try me."

Shit.

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Yeah, ends up she can forge my signature pretty damn well. Remind me never to let my card out of my sight.

My eyes widened when I realized where she was taking me.

"I'll sit out here." I smiled and sat on the floor outside of the huge, pink, frilly store.

She frowned when she looked at me.

"You're fifteen?"

"Yup." I nodded.

"You're a girl?"

"Yes, I would be a girl." I agreed.

"You've had sex?" She continued to watch me carefully.

"Twice." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Twice…" She paused for a moment, "And you're scared of Victoria's Secret."

"Damn right." I nodded sharply.

Honey sighed and tossed a lock of blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Suit yourself." She walked in but right as she turned and passed me I noticed she still had my credit card in her pocket. Damn her! I scrambled up and after her muttering a "bitch" under my breath, she just laughed.

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"Adam is going to shoot me!" Honey snapped. I grinned.

"No worries, I'm not going to get anything!" I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry for not trusting you." She said sarcastically. "When I die, I will come back from the dead and kill you. Then Ben and Peter can figure the rest out for themselves when they're all alone in the world."

I smirked. There was a long moment of silence between us before I looked up from browsing.

"You like having a girl's day out?" I asked, "Is it more of the fact you feel like you can treat someone like a daughter for a day?"

She winced before looking at the floor and nodding.

I nodded.

"You should talk to Bran. He relocates kids all the time, I'm sure he could find you someone." I shrugged, "I mean, I guess it's not really the same, but I've never really thought of kids."

She laughed, but it was her 'that's funny' laugh it was more of a 'you really don't know' type laugh.

"How could you not have?" Then she let out a dreamy sigh, "When I was your age, that's all I wanted, to be a mother. That's all any girl talked about, who they were going to marry, what they were going to name their children, if they'd have a boy or a girl, how many, what they'd look like. It never worked out for me. My husband was a drunk, a real bastard. I didn't really love him. I wanted children of my own so badly it just…it was never going to happen, Change or no Change."

I bit my lip.

"That…that really sucks."

She smiled a little.

"Yeah, it does." She agreed. "But it doesn't truly bother me as much as it used to. I think it bothered me almost the most or close to the most before I was Changed. When I found out I couldn't have them afterwards, that was just the icing on the cake I guess. I'm happy with just having Peter."

I nodded.

"So…can we go now?" She asked.

I looked around before nodding.

When we left and reached the car she suddenly asked me a question out of the blue.

"The owner was Fae?"

"Her name is Bunny, she has a brother named Artan, so in the end their both named after animals."

"Artan?"

"It means 'little bear' or something. They're both Fae, or…I think Artan may be only part, but Bunny is his half sister and I'm pretty sure she's full." I tried to think.

"And how do you know them?"

"Bunny did my paw print and Artan put 'Mei Mei' on the back of my neck." I shrugged. She looked at me as if to say "but you lived in Montana…"

I laughed.

"I came up here to get them done, Bunny was a good friend of mine, went to human school. She's younger than Artan and he's around twenty five now? He owns the place, but Bunny works there." I smiled. "I came to her first, of course because of what they are they usually use silver which doesn't…really work for humans even because iron is so much better for needles apparently. Artan can work with it but Bunny can't but she persisted and somehow managed to do the paw though it took three days or something."

"Three days?" Honey looked surprised, "For a tattoo?"

"Well…yeah. It involved a lot of color and it's not that small considering Ben's paw pretty much fits it perfectly. It had black, blue, and silver/dark grey so really we took it one step at a time." I looked at her, "I was just surprised Bunny didn't drop dead."

Honey shook her head.

"You're crazy."

"No, my life is crazy, I'm the only normal one in it." I disagreed, she laughed.

"I suppose you would look at it that way."

"But anyways, before you go telling Dad I'm getting another tatt, I'm not. They do piercings too."

"Oh, fantastic."

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