Rogue Gone Rogue (No Longer Updated)

You're Still a Hairy Dog

I ran a while until I reached my room, where I quickly threw my dress off, revealing my black shorts and dark green tank-top. I then proceeded to collapse face-first on my bed in exhaustion. I could practically touch Gerard’s anger, it radiated through the whole house. Juniper whimpered and showcased an image of her, her ears back as she buried her head into her big paws. She for some reason thought he was angry with us.

It’s my parents, I told her, He’s mad at my parents.

Juniper perked up suddenly, imagining me hugging him. I scoffed inside and out (which made me scoff into the blanket, so when I inhaled I got a little bit of cloth in my mouth. Bleh), angry with my odd pleasure towards the idea of hugging him.

You know you want it, Juniper sang in a horrible high voice, then turned it lower, you know you want it.

Yeah. I want you to shut up before I mentally murder you, I grumbled. My mental threat was mentally lame, but at least I mentally tried.

I’ll still be physically you, though. So technically you’re going to mentally murder yourself because physically we are the same. She knew she was confusing me, but she was too high on cloud 9 to give a shit about my feelings towards her comments. I could be writing a suicide note and she’d be sighing about how hot Gerard is.

It’s sad, really. Even my best friend would rather swoon over my guy than stop me from killing myself. The life of a hormonal teenage werewolf is hard.

Actually, we’re not even physically the same because your physical shape is a wolf and mine is a human. So you’re just basically my roommate, but much more personal. I decided it was a good response and that I could now ignore her, which of course she didn’t allow.

Admit it, you love him, Juniper sang, so high on ecstasy at the moment that she didn’t notice my misery. I ignored her jabs at me, with effort, of course.

My face was buried in the covers, and I was way too lost in my thoughts to notice the door opening and closing quietly, or the footsteps slowly approaching me.

What I did notice, though, was when I was lifted by my waist by a pair of strong arms. I also noticed when Gerard cradled me to his chest and sat down on my bed. He rested my head on his chest, and curse me for being half asleep already.

“You’re a hairy dog,” I muttered, hitting his chest pathetically with my fist. He chuckled and held me impossibly closer, protectively snuggling me. I hit him again.

“I’m technically half a hairy dog,” He corrected with a boyish grin which, admittedly (with shame, of course), made my heart soar.

“You’ll technically be a girl if you don’t let go right now,” I threatened half-heartedly, because I was drifting further out of consciousness, my eyelids feeling suddenly heavy. I guess it was the sparks, so pleasurable throughout my body, that drove me to sleep in his arms. It obviously wasn’t common sense.

He grimaced, but then a gentle smile graced his lips when he noticed my tiredness. He pressed his lips to my forehead, and set me down under the covers. He was about to leave when I stopped him by grabbing his hand.

“Hey, ummm, with all that has been happening lately, I- er-” This was a first. The great legendary Raven is stuttering. I could see the glint in his eye, that told me he would remember this forever.

“Will you stay?” I finally asked, staring at his hand, where he’s used his fingers to clasp mine. I looked back up at his eyes, and saw something akin to pain flash there before he looked completely overjoyed.