I lay in my bedroom, fiddling with my Nintendo DS. I'm playing an online thing, AND I'm beating the crap out of this one guy! Whoo Hoo!

Out of nowhere, he kills me.

"Aw fucker!" I yelled in frustration, "Thanks a lot idiot!"

WTF!

*Sigh* this was only the third level, and I suck at it... *sob*

I inhaled again, smelling something sweet, like a natural scent of honey glaze outside my door.

Then I heard a knock.

"Wolfie, if that's you," I stated, "I ordered a hot chocolate about an hour ago."

That person just opened the door anyway. "Someone say hot chocolate?"

OMG Izm.

He smells so sweet, like honey almost.

He came inside with holding a steaming hot chocolate. "For you."

"Aww," I blushed.

"Marshmallows and everything," he said, offering it to me.

"Thanks so much, but why are you here?" I looked up at him, holding the mug in my hand.

He sat next to me. "Um, in a way of saying I'm really sorry... For the party... Um, will you go out with me?"

My eyes widened. I smiled. "Of course; when and where?"

I sipped my beverage a little; Izm looked totally surprised that I had said yes.

"I won tickets to Disneyland! If you wanna go with me..."

Disneyland?

DISNEYLAND?

DIIISSNEEEEYYYLAAAAAAAAAAANND!

I love D-land!

"I LOVE Disneyland!" I shouted from nowhere.

"So... Disneyland yes?" He tilted his head.

"Yes Disneyland, I love it!"

"Friday Ok for you?"

"No way; weekends suck for crowds. I'd rather go on a Tuesday thank you."

He grinned. "You mean hooky?"

"Hells yeah I mean hooky."

"I love the way you think, Delilah."

I grinned back at him. To tell you the truth, I'm kind of like a femme Izm; I'm just like that, m'kay?

"Disneyland, next Tuesday?" he said.

"It's a date," I replied. "But how the hell did you get in my house?"

"Uuhh... I'm skilled in lock picking..." he confessed, looking away.

"So am I," I grinned. But honestly, I'm better at it when I have my two inch animal claws to help me. But I'm still good!

"Cool,"

"DELILAH!" Shit my brother's calling me.

"WHAT?" I shouted back.

"Get down here and help me with this damn chair!"

"Um, a chair?" Izm interrupted what I was about to yell back at Aaron.

"Yes, we have a crappy dining room chair; its legs keep breaking off randomly. Although, you laugh your ass off when your best friend lands on their butt."

"DARE!" I think Aaron just lost his patience, "GET YOUR SHAPESHIFTING ASS DOWN HERE AND HELP ME WITH THIS DAMN THING!"

"AARON!" I screamed back at him.

He stormed upstairs into my room. "What?" He must have fallen off of the chair (again). His forehead was bleeding a little bit.

He moved his gaze form me to Izm, who was sitting there like a good obedient boyfriend with a 'wait whut?' look on his face.

"What're you doing here?" Aaron asked, rubbing his cut.

"I let him in," I returned his aggressiveness.

"You shapeshift?" Izm asked from nowhere.

I shoved my brother out of the doorway and peacefully walked downstairs out to the backyard, holding in everything that would make me explode at my half brother.

I slumped down on the patio swing, ready to self-destruct on everybody.

Why did Aaron just say that? I know he had no idea that Izm was here, but he would have risked Mom hearing that.

I let a few tears run down my face.

My brother is an asshole sometimes.

I could hear their talk from outside my window. But just for kicks, I flew closer to the pane and sat on it as a finch.

Finches are cute.

"So, Delilah really is NightTiger?" Izm looked so confused. "This isn't real; can't be."

"My sister is a hometown hero. You would have found out sooner or later Izm."

Izm sighed.

Out of nowhere, his eyes perked up and he grinned ear to ear. "SWEET!" he threw his arms up in the air, "I GOTTA DATE WITH NIGHTTIGER!"

"Don't get so cocky," Aaron retorted. Then lifting an eyebrow, he asked, "Where are you going anyway?"

"Disneyland," Izm answered, "I won two park hopper passes at school today."

"Why the hell would your school give away tickets to Disneyland?"

Honestly, Aaron is actually a little bit like A.E.D. Not too much, but barely.

"Uuhh, I dunno."

"Dare, I know that's you." Aaron turned to me, the finch.

I tweeted.

"You can't hide it Dare; you have extra layers of feathers on your right wing."

"Aw screw you," I said. I leave a tiny hole in the screen of my window so I can sneak out once or twice. I crawled through it, still a finch.

I turned into a sexy black cat. That was just to play with Izm a little. I purred.

"Dare," Izm started, "you wouldn't know how many times everyone at my school fucking swoons over you. You're like the crème de la crème of changelings! You, girl, are AWESOME."

"Huh, thank you," I said as I morphed back into neko form. I'm still human, but I have a cat tail and ears.

"Can I have your autograph?" he whispered.

"Sure," I smiled, "Want me to sign it as 'Dare' or 'NightTiger'?"

"NightTiger, please,"

I ripped a page from my sketchbook and signed it 'NightTiger loves you'.

This might sound random, but I keep an old fashioned inkwell and quill by my desk. It's actually for language arts assignments that (once a week) the teacher makes us write an old 1930's style letter.

I grabbed the inkwell and poured it over my right paw (that I just morphed), unsheathed claws. I stamped it down on the sheet and gave it to Izm.

"You're welcome,"

"SWEET I GOT NIGHTTIGER'S AUTOGRAPH."

"You know, you gotta wash off your hand now, Dare," Aaron said from behind me.

I stamped my hand on his face happily.

Me and Izm laughed.

"Wash. Your. Paw."

"Whatever,"

"You're as evil as him." Aaron pointed at Izm.

"But c'mon he's cute!"

I kissed Izm on the cheek as I cat-walked out my bedroom door. I heard a thud. I think he fainted.