Hey, is anyone else's fanfiction not logging in on the iphone? Whenever I try, it tells me I got my password wrong and makes me do that code thing a hundred times. But it just never works. Ughh.
Wow, 40 chapters and I don't think I gave Paul a last name… well, the actor who plays him in the movies last name is Meraz (I think) so it's Meraz now.
PAUL'S POV
My parents and I don't exactly have the best relationship. I mean, it's mostly my mom. She's a crazy bitch, so she's the one I'm most nervous for Michelle to meet. My dad is fairly normal; he's a math teacher, so I think he can help her. But neither of them know about the wolf secret, and I don't spend a lot of time at home, so I don't know how they'll take to seeing me. The last time I was at home was two months ago. Mom yelled at me because I'm not the perfect son she wanted and then threw a frying pan at my head.
I walked up the steps to my familiar home. I paused, unsure whether to knock of just go in. Michelle looked up at me, raising her eyebrows. I took a deep breath and opened the door for her. She took a tentative step inside.
"Mom? Dad?" I called.
"Paul?" I heard my mom say. She ran from the kitchen, holding a spatula.
"Hey mom is dad home?"
"What's wrong with me? I'm your mother!" she yelled. Yeah, she's crazy.
"Hi mom," I sighed.
"Hmph."
"Uh okay… mom this is Michelle. Michelle, this is my mom," I said.
"Hi Mrs. Meraz," Michelle said, her voice was nervous.
"And what are you doing with my son?" mom asked her, crossing her arms.
"Er… we're uh friends?" Michelle answered, looking back at me.
"Well isn't that lovely," mom scoffed. Curaazzzyyyyy.
"Mom," I said, "Where's dad?" I knew I had a ton of apologizing to do to Michelle. This will probably turn out to be a very traumatizing experience for her.
"He's in the office," mom told me.
"We have an office?"
"Yes Paul, we have an office," mom said, "It's your old room. But that room is no longer being inhabited, so we put it to better use."
"You made my room into an office?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Mom, I sleep there," I sighed.
"Not for two months you haven't. And we don't need a place for you to take all those girls just so you can do dirty things with them!"
"Mom!" I yelled, she had gone too far.
Mom ignored me and leaned towards Michelle, "Paul only wants one thing from you dearie. Leave now while you still have your innocence!"
"MOM!" I yelled again, taking Michelle's arm and dragging her away from my crazy mother.
"Don't say I didn't want you!" mom called, going back into the kitchen.
"Oh my god," I sighed, "I am so sorry."
Michelle looked at me, unsure of what to say, her eyebrows high, "She's… interesting?"
"She's a crazy bitch," I growled.
"I wouldn't go that far…"
"She is," I deadpanned.
"Yeah, she is," Michelle agreed, shrugging.
"Well, it's time for you to meet the normal parent," I told her.
"Normal?"
"My dad's normal enough," I shrugged.
I opened my bedroom door and was a little surprised. My once cowboy wallpaper was stripped and the walls were now white. My bed was gone, replaced with a desk. Dad was at it, typing on his computer. He turned around in his chair, smiling at us.
"Hey son!" dad greeted.
"Hi dad."
"Who's this pretty thing?" dad asked kindly, gesturing towards Michelle.
"Dad, this is Michelle. Michelle, this is my dad," I said.
Michelle swallowed loudly, "Hi."
"Hi there," dad laughed, "So what can I do you for?"
"Uh dad, you used to be a math teacher right?" I asked, scratching the back of my head.
"Yup. Fifteen years," he said proudly.
"Michelle needs a little help with Algebra. Would you be willing to-"
"Not another word. I would love to help her out," dad said kindly, "When can we start?"
"N-now if that's alright," I said happily, looking at Michelle. She smiled up at me and mouthed he's nice.
"Okay, pull up a chair Michelle," dad instructed, "Paul, leave us alone! We can't work with you hovering the whole time."
"Alright dad," I sighed.
I trudged out of the room, not quite sure where to go. I didn't want to leave Michelle alone, and I didn't want to go back downstairs. But I felt uncomfortable standing in the hallway, so I went downstairs to watch TV.
"Hmph," I heard mom behind me.
I sighed and turned my head, "Hi mom."
"How long are you staying Pauly?" she asked.
"Um, an hour?"
"I see," mom scoffed, "I guess we're not good enough for you, that's it."
"No mom!" I said, "I just… have a job now and-"
"Patrolling around the woods, half naked is not a job!" mom yelled, "Please Paul, come home! Go to college!"
I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing, "Mom, we've had this discussion a hundred times. I just don't see college in my future."
"Hmph," mom scoffed, turning on her heal and leaving the room. But she was far from being done. I knew this conversation would pick up later. Turning back to the TV, I managed to stay calm. My mom was the reason I phased in the first place. She's insane. Usually it's the mom who's the normal one, and the dad that messes up the kid. But my mom just sets my teeth on edge. She was yelling at me because I don't use enough shampoo when I'm in the shower and I just snapped. I ran out of the house and got half way down the street before the wolf overcame me. Sam was pulling me into the woods a second later. Apparently I was being "watched."
"Thank you Mr. Meraz," I heard Michelle say, coming down the stairs.
"Any time Michelle," dad said cheerfully, "And please, call me John."
"Alright," Michelle giggled.
I stood up and met her at the bottom of the stairs, "Feel better?" I asked, opening my arms for her.
She wrapped her arms around me and nodded.
"Good. I knew you could do it," I said, smiling at my dad who was winking at me.
Hey guys, so this is kind of important. I don't think I'm going to update for about two weeks. Midterms are coming up and I have a serious addiction to Fanfiction (LOL rhymes). Anyways, I can't have that distraction, so I'm going to commit to not updating or working on my story until they are over. Really sorry, but I really don't want to fail high school.
Sorry it's so short, I have no time:(
Review, hopefully we'll have 300 by the time I get back? Maybe?