Chapter Four: Something Strange
WARNING: This story is "M" rated, and will take a turn for explicitly in the future. This is a slash story, meaning if you don't like boy/boy you should probably run away with your tail between your legs, because it's been decided.
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"So, who are these friends?" Samantha Morgan asked from her seat at the kitchen table. "Anyone we know?"
"I don't think so." Ethan replied, placing a dirty plate into the dishwasher. "Grandma says their distant family of hers." This was half-true.
"Hmm...what are they like?" She sipped from her mug of steaming coffee, momentarily taking her eyes off of the newspaper in her other hand. Ethan finished loading the dishwasher and started the cycle.
"They seem nice enough, I guess. Their names are Cody and Senna...something." Ethan couldn't remember either of their last names. "A man and a woman...their not married, or anything, and their both in their early twenties. And the guy had a Great Dane named Skeeter." He opened the fridge, looking for something to drink.
"Well, honey, if Grandma wants to take you out today, you shouldn't be rummaging through the fridge." She flipped a page. "You'll ruin your appetite."
"I'm just grabbing a soda." Ethan chose a Pepsi and cracked it open. "And I'm gonna go get ready, ok?"
"Ok, but you only have around twenty minutes."
"Yeah!" Ethan made his way upstairs and into his room. He searched around in his drawers until he found a rather nice dark purple t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans along with boxers and socks. He locked himself in the bathroom, and having already taken a shower earlier that day, he opted to go with only the change of clothes, deodorant and a quick spray of cologne. After brushing his teeth, and running a wet comb through his unruly hair, he laced his shoes and opened the door to the bathroom.
Mid-step, he hesitated, and shut the door again. He turned towards the mirror, lifting his shirt.
Nothing. No wounds and no scars along his chest, stomach, or arms. Just smooth, unbroken skin, and the outline of lean muscles that might've not been there before. When did he get muscles?
"That's weird." Ethan whispered without meaning to. He looked up, into the mirror, and was met with a confused look. He lent closer, and inspected his face, his eyes, his nose, skin, and hair.
'What's different?' He thought, touching just under his eyes with his fingertips. 'Something's different...something's changed.' He leant back and headed out the door again, this time, not looking back.
'And I'm just scaring myself.' He rang hand through his hair and decided to go and relax for a while before he had to leave.
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The familiar ring of the Morgan's doorbell sounded, and Ethan immediately shot up from his spot at the computer chair, bounding out his door and down the stairs.
"I got it!" He yelled and swung the door open to Senna.
"Hey." He greeted, with a small smile.
"What's up, Ethan?" She smiled back just as Ethan's mom walked over from the kitchen.
"Oh, hello." Samantha said with a warm smile. "I'm Samantha Morgan, Ethan's mom. You must be one of those friends Evelyn said were in town."
"Senna Parker." They shook hands.
"Ethan, it's kind of windy out today, and Evelyn said you've been sick lately..." Ethan's mother began.
"I haven't been that sick-" Senna smirked discreetly at this and raised an eyebrow. "And I feel fine."
"Just go get a sweater, son. No use arguing with your mother." Ethan rolled his eyes as his dad walked by and started back up the stairs.
-Ten Minutes Later-
When he sat down, Ethan was pleasantly surprised to see a smiling Cody. He smiled rather awkwardly as he slipped off the hoodie his mom had suggested he bring.
"Well I'm certainly happy to see you again." Cody said as a waiter brought a tray of several glasses of ice water to the table.
"I should be saying that." Ethan replied, sitting down in his cool metal chair. "I thought grandma said that you and Senna were leaving yesterday." He'd been wondering that since Senna had shown up at his house.
"We did leave yesterday." Cody flashed a set of white teeth as he smiled, stirring the ice around in his water with a straw. "We left for my home town. Just got back a few hours ago."
"Have you slept at all?" The brunette's eyes widened as he checked for any dark circles under Cody's eyes. There was nothing, and in fact, no indication at all that Cody had been up all night.
"Noooope, but I'm hungry, and after this, I can sleep all day if I want to." He leant back in his chair, making it creak against the stone floors, and folded his arms behind his head. "Be best anyway...these things come out at night. No use looking around in the day."
"Oh." Was Ethan's simple reply as his phone vibrated in his pocket.
'E, hurry up getting here, grandma's flirting with the waiter! Dx' -Benny
"Hey, where are Grandma and Benny?" Ethan asked with a hint of amusement on his face. "Aren't they supposed to be here?"
"He and grandma are probably arguing with a waitress somewhere." He smirked. "That table was not gonna be large enough for all of us. I took it upon myself to choose this much larger one, in a much larger, more attractive dining area." He raised his glass as the waitress handed it to him. "Now, we just have to wait."
Ethan couldn't help but smile a little and he silently agreed that this was a much better setting than the one inside the crowded restaurant. This section of the place was outside, with the tables and chairs shaded from the sun by huge colourful umbrellas. There was hardly anyone else in the surrounding tables.
"Can I get you anything to drink, sir?" The friendly, middle-aged waitress asked as she readied her notebook and pen.
"Um, yeah, can I get a diet coke?" He quickly looked over the menu, deciding on one of the first things he saw. He'd been hungry since this morning, when Benny'd left his house (he'd camped the night earlier).
"Sure thing. You ready to order?" She looked between him and Cody. Cody was just opening his mouth to reply, a menu in his hand, when a very annoyed Grandma Weir walked up with a flustered-looking Benny.
"There you are!" She slammed her purse down on the table next to Cody. "Cody! You were supposed to find us as soon as you got here!" Benny quickly moved around the table to sit at the chair next to Ethan's.
"Sorry Grandma, and I did find you, I just found this spot a much more...attractive place to enjoy dinner." He said, with a look of completely innocence. Grandma rolled her eyes and scowled as she sat down.
"Well, I suppose this is a much nicer area...and that table would not have fit all of us." She slipped off her sweater and Cody winked at Ethan from across the table. Ethan looked down, trying to contain his smile and seen Benny raise an eyebrow from his peripheral vision.
"I'm glad you could make it, Ethan." Grandma smiled. "Glad your parents let you out of the house, more like."
"They're cool with everything." Ethan replied and glanced over at the waitress who'd been waiting patiently a few feet away from the group. "I think I'm ready to order now." He heard murmurs of agreement from around the table as Senna finally showed up. She'd split up with Ethan when they first arrived.
"Sorry about that, Tyson held me up." She said as she sat down in the middle of grandma and Benny. Ethan ordered a rather large order of steak and fries which got him some weird looks.
"Hungry?" Benny asked.
"Yeah...I've been really hungry lately." Ethan replied, sipping from the ice water in front of him.
"So..guys," Senna started, leaning forward "-Evelyn and I have arranged for a friend of mine to come into town for just a few days while we get this whole...mess cleaned up." She looked around, checking each individual expression closely.
"Tyson?" Cody asked bluntly.
"Yes." Senna replied just as quickly. "He's a friend of the family."
"You hardly know him." Apparently this wasn't the first time Tyson had been brought up, and Cody didn't like him.
"He's smart and he's skilled."
"He's untrustworthy and makes my skin crawl."
"Come on, Cody." Senna scowled. "You're being childish."
"What's wrong?" Ethan found himself asking, in spite of the negative feelings he was getting from this conversation alone. The tension in the air at that moment was almost sickening.
"Tyson and Cody went to high school together." Senna started.
"They were the most disgusting years of my life." Cody glanced at Ethan before closing his eyes, poker-facing. Senna giggled quietly.
"I'm guessing something happened between you two?" Grandma asked.
"Nothing of importance now." Cody said, leaning back in his chair, resting the menu over his face. "Can we just...not talk about this anymore? All the negativity this conversation is bringing is making me sick." Ethan's gaze flicked over to his new friend.
'That's what I just thought.' A chill came over the Seer. 'It's probably nothing..'
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"So, Ethan, Benny...dare I say it, how is school going?" Cody asked, accepting a refill from the nice waitress from before. Ethan and Benny gave each other looks.
"I'm just fine." Benny said, taking a big bite of his cheeseburger. "A's and B's, one D." Grandma gave a slightly disgusted 'oh my god, we have company' look, while Senna coughed into her napkin and Cody smiled, more at the females' reactions than anything else. Ethan just rolled his eyes, being the only one to understand Benny over the mountain of food in his mouth.
"He's all good, A's and B's except for one D, in Noodles." Ethan translated through a small grin and Grandma scowled.
"So that's what he said." Senna said with a small laugh. "How about you, Ethan?"
"A's and one C." Ethan answered. "Noodles." He cut a piece of steak off his half-eaten portion and chewed, politely with his mouth closed. No one spoke aloud that all you had to do was boil water.
"What about you guys?" Benny asked as he succeeded in swallowing his mouth full of food, talking a sip from his coke. "Any interesting jobs?"
"Not really." Senna was the first to speak up. "I was training to be a nurse for a while, with a few side jobs. I took some weeks off when I...got involved with the supernatural." She smiled a little. "That was two years ago. Since then, I've taken well to mechanics and electronics."
"I come from a family with money, not that I needed it." Cody said, rather fondly. "I graduated from high school when I was fifteen, and have been through a lot of small, odd jobs." He twirled a spoon through his long fingers. "I'd always been an artist, and when I started taking serious classes, it kinda paid off. I play a lot of instruments too, and I'm good with electronics."
"The oddball of the family." Senna smiled. "The rest of them are lawyers and doctors."
"He seemed to do fine the last week or so." Benny commented, referring to the times Cody helped take care of Ethan. Ethan tried not to grimace uncomfortably with the fact that he'd missed so much in the days he was asleep.
"I'm good with blood and gore." Cody agreed, absently chasing ice around in his cup with a straw.
"And you're an excellent arguer." Senna grinned. "If you hadn't left, you would've fit right in."
"That's what I was afraid of."
"That's only you're fathers side of the family, dear." Grandma patted his arm.
"What's mom's side like?" Ethan asked, trying to mimic Cody's eagerness and enthusiasm. From the way he held himself and the way he was talking, Ethan could tell something was bothering him.
"Mom's sides different." Cody answered. "More interesting to be around, to be frank. My mom, Katherine Elspeth, is where I get my love for music and art. She's a musician and a great entertainer." He smiled a little.
"And an even greater sorceress and teacher." Grandma said with a warm smile.
"What about you're parents, Ethan?" Cody asked, leaning forward, with his elbows on the table and chin on his hand. Receiving the psychic's full attention, Ethan tried to stop his blush of discomfort.
"They seemed nice." Cody's gaze flickered momentarily over to Senna and back to Ethan. "Regular, though, right Ethan?" She asked, and took a bite of her salad. Ethan held a cloth napkin to his mouth, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as his eyes flickered between the eyes watching him with curiosity.
"Yeah, I mean they aren't like, magical or anything, I'm the only one with a gift besides my sister, Jane." Ethan tried not to stutter, forgetting that he had no reason to stutter or stumble. These were friends, right? And family...why did he feel so shy? "I..I'll-I'll be right back." He set his napkin down on the table, forgetting about his hunger, and getting up from his chair, exiting the dining area into a long hallway. He reached the bathrooms he'd found on the way in and locked himself in, letting his heart slow down.
'What's wrong with me?' He asked himself, a few minutes later, bending over the sink to splash cool water on his hot face. 'It's just Cody and Senna...Benny..Grandma.' He dried himself with a paper towel and exited the bathroom as the anxious feelings and shyness faded away. When he got back, Cody was gone (which made him feel surprisingly relieved) as was Senna and Grandma, whom he spotted chatting with some other ladies at another table. Only his best friend remained seated, picking daintily at his plate.
"You okay dude?" Benny asked as he sat down. "You looked...weird when you left."
"I'm good.' Ethan replied, taking a big bite off of his steak, tearing a great chunk from the slab of meat. His hunger, which he'd been trying to control, suddenly came back full-force. He was so hungry.
"You sure you're okay?" Benny asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched his best friend tear apart the steak on his plate.
"Never better." Ethan replied around the food in his mouth and immediately blushed, but this time without the overwhelming shyness taking over. It was, after all, only Benny. Ethan finished his steak and what was left of his fries, and gulped down the rest of his drink. Feeling slightly disgusted with himself, he wiped his mouth with a fresh napkin, wishing he had a toothbrush, or at least a toothpick. The hunger was gone now, and he was relieved of the emptiness in his stomach. That was a really big meal he'd ordered.
"Wanna go wait in the car?" Benny stage-whispered, jingling a set of keys in front of him. "I have a feeling Grandma's gonna take a while."
"Let's go." Ethan said, already slipping on his hoodie.
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"He needs something for his stomach, I think." Benny's ace was stressed. "Some pain reliever too...do you have any?" Ross Morgan stood at the other side of Ethan's bed, looking down at his son with worry.
"Sure, I'll check if we have some." He walked over to grab Ethan's trash bin from the side of his computer stand and took out the beg, leaving the bucket empty. "You alright son?" He knelt down next to his son's, who had his head hanging off the bed, facing the floor. Ross positioned the bucket under Ethan's head.
"I'm fine, dad." He rasped out and Ross stood up, heading for the door.
"Painkillers and stomach..settlers?" He asked just as Ethan threw up into the bucket.
"Some mouthwash too.' Benny winced. "And some bottled water..and a cup!"
"Got it!" He heard the sound of Ross' footsteps descending the stairs and got up to help Ethan adjust to a more comfortable position. He stood back, that all too familiar pressure in his chest returning.
Still, this was nothing compared to the days he spent waiting for Ethan to wake up.
"I'm sorry, E." Benny found himself apologising, sitting next to his best friend on the bed.
"It's not your fault Benny." Ethan said, sitting up from his position over the bucket. "I probably just caught something from someone in the restaurant." He leaned back on the bed painfully, groaning as he gently set his head on the pillow. Benny felt that unpleasant tug in his chest and had the sudden urge to hug and comfort Ethan...which was rather odd. He and Ethan usually weren't so physically affectionate. But the sight of him lying there on the bed brought excruciating memories to the forefront of Benny's mind, and he tried desperately to push them away.
"No...about everything, E." Benny's eyes shone with pain and conflict. "About everything, about leaving you in the woods, about you getting hurt, about..being an idiot all the time and loosing that stupid arrow." Benny's voice started to break as the words he'd held back since that night sprang forth like water from a broken dam. He felt a lump in his throat and the threat of tears sting his eyes. "About everything." Was all he could manage to choke out before he put his head in his hands and tried to get a grip on himself. A feeling of great weakness and self-disappointment washed over him as a few tears escaped his closed eyes.
"I got it!" The door way swing open as Ross entered, carrying a rather large tray of supplies. His eyes landed on Benny, hunched over, and Ethan silently and quickly placed a finger to his lips. Unseen by Benny, who still hadn't moved, Ethan lightly shooed his dad away with an appreciative look.
Benny, embarrassed to have been caught in a moment of weakness, felt Ethan's too-warm hand on his shoulder and visibly flinched. "Benny." Ethan said in the softest tone the other had heard him use. "None of this is your fault." When he was given no reaction, he gave Benny a little shake. "Come on Benny...if anything, it was my fault, I shouldn't have been so weak. I should've-"
"No, E." Benny wiped angrily at his face. "I was the one being stupid and...and not thinking." His voice hitched. "Why am I so stupid, E?" Benny could barely get the words out though the sobs that now wracked his body. "You could have died."
"No, Benny." Benny felt the bed shift as Ethan scooted closer to him, and then warm arms wrap around him. "I'm telling you, nothing that happened was ever your fault." He only cried harder as Ethan him close, rubbing his back and sides soothingly. "I went willingly. I wasn't about to let you go looking for it yourself...Benny, please breathe."
Benny tried to get his breathing under control, to breathe normally instead of hard, desperate gulps of air. He was beginning to feel a little light headed, and felt Ethan settle in as he waited for his crying friend to calm down. Shame and an overwhelming sadness settled in his chest as he felt Ethan's abnormal body temperature against his own skin. Wasn't he supposed to be taking care of Ethan?
So, it had all come out. Everything he'd been feeling since that night. It'd all come out in the most humiliating way possible. How weak he must look.
"Sorry." Benny managed as he pressed his hands harder to his face, knowing that it was red and wet and not wanting Ethan to see. "Sorry.."
"It's okay, Ben." He felt his best friend scoot away a little and instantly missed his comforting touch. Then he felt gentle hands on his own and resisted weakly. He gave up fairly quickly, though and bowed his head lowly as his hands were removed, staring at the wet spots on his jeans. His face felt rather cold now that it was exposed to the open air. "It's okay, really.." Ethan continued and Benny felt more hot tears roll down his face.
When he finally had the courage to glance up at his best friend, he was surprised to see that Ethan's face was a little tear stained as well.
"I'm serious Benny. I don't blame you for anything." Benny's lower lip trembled and he looked back down in embarrassment. "So don't cry sw-" he stopped abruptly and Benny glanced back up at him through wet lashes. "I don't want you to cry." And he was being hugged again. "You shouldn't cry."
After Benny had regained a grip on his emotions, he apologized for breaking down when he was supposed to be taking care of Ethan, and not the other way around. Ethan only rolled his eyes and replied in a small voice that he was already starting to feel a little bit better.
- Later That Night -
Ethan awoke with a groan and stretched out, feeling a little sore. His arms and legs ached. His hands and feet and neck ached. Even his back ached a little bit, but after about a minute of continuously stretching and flexing, he felt a lot better, and even more so when he stood up to get a drink.
Ethan gave a surprised yelp as his foot came in contact with something warm and solid lying on the floor. Barely catching himself against his desk, he looked to the floor and gave a sigh of relief as his eyes landed on a sleeping Benny. Ethan first smiled at the sight and then frowned as he realized that something was off about the way his best friend was sleeping. Ethan knew from experience that Benny liked to sleep with his limbs thrown this way and that, carefree, and snoring quietly.
Not tonight, though. Tonight Benny was sort of curled in on himself, with his knees nearly to his chest and arms under his head, still fully clothed. Something about his fatal position and the way he furrowed his eyebrows, flinching every so often, told Ethan that Benny was having a nightmare. He frowned and knelt down next to his best friend, shaking him lightly. He lied on an assortment of blankets that he usually used as a makeshift bed when he slept over, but the pillows were tossed aside and forgotten.
"Benny?" Ethan asked quietly. "Wake up, Ben, your having a nightmare!" He refused to budge, and after moving his hand to his forearm, Ethan was surprised to feel that Benny was freezing.
'How's he so cold?' Ethan thought, and then, without hesitating, scooped Benny up into his arms.
Benny made no indication that he was waking up anytime soon, even as Ethan placed him on the bed and began unpacking his shoes. Ethan vaguely wondered if his mom had forced Benny to take some pain relievers as well, that had put him to sleep. Earlier that night, after he'd consoled Benny enough so that he stopped crying, he'd offhandedly mentioned his muscles aching and Ethan had asked his mom if they had any more painkillers.
As he gently eased Benny's shoes off, and then his socks, Ethan contemplated taking off his friend's pants and shirt as well. Wouldn't Benny be more comfortable without his polo and jeans? But then again, wouldn't he get colder without his clothes? They'd seen each other in boxers often enough so that self-consciousness between them had basically been thrown to the wind long ago, and Ethan figured Benny wouldn't have a problem with it. Besides, he'd be warm enough under Ethan's comforter.
After stripping him of all but his boxers, Ethan covered him up and frowned as he realized this had done nothing for his nightmares. Benny still tossed and turned every once in a while, and his eyes still searched frantically behind his eyelids. Gazing down at him, the Seer was reminded of exactly what Benny had been crying about just a few hours before.
He understood how Benny would blame himself for what had happened...but couldn't Benny understand that Ethan didn't blame him at all? Hadn't he realized by now that with every scheme they'd ever played out, with every stupid thing they'd ever done, Ethan had gone willingly? Despite all those schemes being plotted mostly by Benny, Ethan had always enjoyed them, even if they were a little stressful at times.
"I never blamed you, Benny." Ethan whispered as he hesitantly began to rub soothing circles into his sleeping friends shoulder. "It was never your fault. You didn't shoot that crossbow on purpose." Ethan started to use his other hand, beginning to gently massage the other's neck and shoulders. He had restlessly flipped over onto his stomach, and Ethan took the opportunity to try and relax some of the tension in his muscles.
Everything had came out that night. With every tear Benny cried, Ethan had felt his heart ache a little more. This was his best friend, crying his eyes out over something that Ethan never blamed him for. Hugging him and soothing him had come naturally to Ethan, though this was the first time Benny had actually cried this hard in front of him. In fact, he'd had a hard time controlling his choice of words. Ethan had almost called Benny affectionate names on many occasions throughout the night, names he hadn't used since Jane was really little.
Benny had looked so broken...and in those moments of affection, Ethan had realized how much he hated when Benny was sad. He was just one of those people who were always bright and happy, and that was one of the things Ethan loved about his best friend. So happy and carefree all the time, always looking on the bright side and trying to make the best of things, even if he did make mistakes sometimes. Ethan suddenly remembered a strange thought that had crossed his mind when he was comforting Benny...about his personality resembling an angel...a really aloof angel with the tendency to make trouble without meaning to. But an angel nonetheless.
Ethan continued to massage Benny's tense muscles, giving particular attention to the muscles he used most. He started to slowly apply more pressure, but not enough for it to hurt. Just enough for it to feel good.
"You shouldn't cry." He remembered telling Benny. Ethan remembered his own tears as well, and the thought that had accompanied the words. 'Angels shouldn't cry.' Because, what would happen if the angel that brightened his life were to start crying? If that angel were to be sad all the time? Nothing would ever be bright or happy again.
He just wanted to blurt out all that he wished Benny wouldn't blame himself, that it wasn't his fault at all, and Ethan wished he wouldn't cry. It made him want to cry.
Slowly, Benny relaxed under Ethan's touch, and the unpleasant dreams seemed to recede. Ethan glanced at the clock, which read 4:53am, and back at Benny, who had rolled over into his side, and was cutely hugging a pillow to his chest.
Ethan smiled as he realized he just referred to Benny as 'cute'. 'Well, it is, isn't it?' He thought as Benny began to snore lightly. Ethan just sat there and watched for little longer, and began brushing through Benny's soft, brunette locks. Sleeping peacefully, Benny looked like a child..more like he used to before everything happened.
When would be the next time he'd get to see Benny this way?
These thoughts aside, Ethan got up and walked over to the door, easing it open and then closing it softly behind himself. Benny would be okay now. And for some odd reason, Ethan was wide awake, and full of energy...which confused him. Just a few hours ago, he'd been feeling like he was getting the flu, or food poisoning. Maybe his body was playing a trick on him, and he'd end up feeling feverish and sick again in a few minutes.
But right now, he was hungry. As gross as it was, he'd thrown up most of what he eaten earlier, and his stomach had a sickening empty feeling. He quietly made way to the kitchen and searched around in the fridge. It was filled with a lot of things, but most of them were healthy and green. At that moment, he didn't have a taste for fruit and vegetables, and searched around some more. When his hands came upon something red and firm, he just had to stop and laugh at himself.
'Oh my god.' He thought, looking down at the meat in his hands. 'Am I actually considering eating raw meat?' He made a face, and held it for a little longer. People ate raw meat, didn't they? For some occasions? People liked rare meat...but not fully raw, totally uncooked meat...
His stomach lurched again, and in a snap decision he closed the fridge and tore it from the wrapper, tossing it into the garbage can. He thought about eating it cold, but instead placed it on a plate and set it to heat up in the microwave.
'What am I doing?' He thought as he sat impatiently at the table. 'I should just eat some celery or something. I might get myself sick.' He momentarily panicked. 'What if I give myself some sort of parasite with this?' He chewed his lip, and grimaced as he looked around in the dim light.
An actual gasp went through him as well as a shock as he realized that there were absolutely no lights on. Only the tiny light from the microwave illuminated the room.
"Holy crap!" Ethan said out loud and on instinct covered his mouth. 'Is this a new Seer power?' He got up and went over to the basement door to peer inside. No lights, nothing to shed any sort of glow on the room, but he could still see perfectly. A grin lit up his face, and a small laugh of wonder escaped him. This was amazing! He loved it!
As the timer on the microwave went off, he remembered the hunger that was eating away at his insides and hurried to the kitchen. As he set the plate down on the table and sat on the chair, he only hesitated for a second before bringing the now warm meat to his lips and sinking his teeth into it.
The thought vaguely crossed Ethan's mind that the meat should be a little harder to chew, but was quickly forgotten as he satisfied the painful hunger. The heat had brought out the blood, and it dripped from his lips as he tore into the meat. It was a fairly large cut of meat, a bit smaller than the one he'd ordered at the restaurant. As he finished eating it, only two minutes later, he chewed absently on the bone.
Then something strange happened. He got up to place his dish in the sink, and caught sight of the moon outside. It was so pretty...combined with the night sky and stars that twinkled above, it was unbelievable. Why hadn't he noticed it before? His eyes strayed to the darkened woods with a new sense of appreciation he'd never had before.
He wanted to feel what it was like to be outside on such a beautiful night.
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AN: The first thing I wanted to say was that this chapter has been written for...a very long time. I don't know if this chapter is long or not, since I cannot have a word count thingy. I hope it's satisfactory...anyways, I was already working on this when I posted the third chapter, and just kept adding on. The fifth chappie is already in progress.
Oh! I wanted also to let you know that I'm writing this authors note on 6.3.13 and the reason I won't update until late is because my god damned computer fucking crashed! Ugh, I hate it so much...but yeah, it crashed like two months ago when I brought it over to a friends house. Damn virus-y wifi... I'm writing this on an iPad, and FF wont let me upload or edit form it (which sucks tennis balls). Now, I don't know when I'll get the chance to post, but when I do, hopefully there'll be more chapters to out up.
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