Did I hear him correctly? Is it possible that I'm going deaf? Ha! Wouldn't that be odd? A blind boy with a deaf brother? "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch you?" I said.

"I'm a werewolf," Derek said point-blankly.

Perhaps I am losing my hearing, or maybe he mumbles. I mean, he could've said "shareholder." Doesn't werewolf sound like shareholder a little bit?

"I'm not sure I understand," I said.

"Uh…," Derek took a while to think about how he was going to explain. I think he just popped some pills or something. "I have the ability to phase into the form of a wolf and back into a human anytime I want."

Okay, he did pop some pills. "Ok," I said, deciding that I would play along. "Isn't it that you can only turn into a wolf on a full moon?"

"No, I have the ability to do it whenever I want," Derek answered, seeming a little puzzled by the way I was asking questions in a calm voice.

That seemed like a valid enough answer. "Do you eat humans?" I asked. I remember I once saw this lame movie about werewolves, and this lady got mauled and eaten like a hotdog.

Derek laughed. "No, we protect them. I eat normal human-food, just a lot more quantities."

Okay, he was really good at this, perhaps he practiced earlier. "If you're supposed to protect humans," I said, "then why did you sprain my wrist?"

"You did that yourself, remember?" he said, even if a look of guilt came on his face.

"But I still got hurt around you, so you failed," I smirked. I won.

Derek looked even sadder now. "I'm so sorry about that," he said. Then he got off my bed and walked towards me. I immediately regretted having sat on the floor, leaning on the door because I had nowhere to go. He knelt down in front of me, his face only two inches from mine. He then grabbed my wrist and moved it a little. Odd enough, I felt no pain. "It was just sore," he said, a wide grin forming on his face.

I felt the urge to spit in his face, but something held me back. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. Seriously, what was the point of this joke?

Derek's smile disappeared. "I thought you should know, because it'd make it a whole lot easier when I tell you this."

I still sat there. Maybe he was going to tell me that he had a crush on me. I mean, he already told me that he was gay.

"I imprinted on you," he said.

Huh? "What does that mean?" I asked. Was this some weird saying that they have in La Push that means something unimportant?

"Uh…" Derek looked down at his hands. This was great! While he wasn't looking, I could totally make a run for it! Since the door's sealed shut, I think I can jump out of the window. "It's kind of weird actually. I mean, usually you imprint on a girl, but I've heard that it's possible to do it with a guy, babies even…"

I do not like the sound of this. What is that you normally do with girls, but can sometimes do it with a guy or a baby? He isn't talking about sex is he? "Just say it," I ordered.

Derek sighed. "Okay, here it goes: It means that you're sort of like my soul mate, like we're meant to be. I'd do anything for you and I'd always love you no matter what. Love's kind of an understatement. It's like, I'm totally devoted to you, like an obsession, but not as scary…"

Derek lost me at the phrase "soul mate." This is great. I move to a new town and some gay dude becomes obsessed with me! Oh! And he claims to be a werewolf.

"…so yea. It's a great thing, really." Derek finally glanced back up at me, this time his eyes had some creepy longing-look in them.

"That's so…sweet?" I said, unsure if I should lie. I felt very disturbed by the entire thing. However, a little part of me inside was kind of touched that I had someone that deeply cared for me.

"It is," he agreed. He then took me into a big hug. I didn't hug him back. I didn't know if it were the right thing to do. I mean, it seemed weird.

"Prove it," I said, in a muffled voice, considering my face was pressed against his chest.

"What?" Derek asked, pulling me away.

"You said that you were a werewolf, prove it," I said.

"If that's what you want," Derek sighed. He got up and took off his pants.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I cried.

Derek chuckled. "When I phase, my clothes tear, so I'm taking them off that way I have them for later."

He can't be serious.

I closed my eyes. I heard Derek remove his shirt and boxers. I think he wasn't even wearing shoes, so maybe that's why I didn't hear him take those off. Then it was silent for a while, except for the sound of the floorboards creaking. Then I felt something wet on my face.

That bastard peed on me!

I opened my eyes so that I could get a perfect aim when I kick him in the- snout? I was face to face with a giant wolf. It had the same dirty blond color as did Derek. It stared at me with the same blue eyes that Derek had. It licked me, again.

Then it phased back into Derek. It was weird, one second I was looking at an overgrown wolf, and the next I'm looking at Derek. "Believe me now?" he smiled.

Unfortunately. "Yea," I murmured.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but trust me, it's worth it," Derek smiled that stupid smile that made me smile back. "Come on, let's get some sleep."

Derek got up and put his boxers back on. He then lay down on my bed and signaled for me to lie beside him. I hesitated, and when Derek saw this he said, "Edward sealed the door, there's no other place, and I want you to sleep in a nice warm bed. And there's no way I'm sleeping on the floor."

That douche probably knew that Edward was sealing the door! I grunted and lay beside Derek. He put his arm around me and pulled me in closer to his body. It was pretty warm close to his body; I guess it was good that it was below freezing outside. I relaxed my head on his rock hard chest.

"Just sleep Myren," Derek said. "I love you."

Whatever.