THE BOY WHO WATCHES THE MOON [werewolf]

Chapter 6

heyoo. obviously I'm gonna write chapter 6, hahah, I didn't write it in my notebook yet this time, it's completely from scratch! I wanna put it up though, so I decided I would just go ahead and type it on here (; love you, kiddos! I'm gonna go ahead and put this in bold so that hopefully no one misses it, I'm going back to Chase's point of view for this chapter! I normally try to give hints about who's pov it is at the beginning of the chapter, heh (; tata!

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Justin was stiff as ice as we entered his home, stooping his head even though there was plenty of space between him and the top of the door way. I observed every little body movement, from the twitching of his fingers to the alarm still ringing through his spine. I closed the door behind us, and Justin didn't bother to say a word to me, immediatly fleeing to his room as soon as he stepped foot inside.

I sighed as I too made my way up the stairs, as it'd been getting increasingly dark on the walk home. My head swerved to face a red clock that was slightly crooked on the wall, and no one bothered to fix. It was already 8:17, so they'd been searching for a little over a half an hour and they were still looking.

"Justin," I called to him, immediatly growing quieter as I came to focus on the fact that he could shred me limb from limb at the slightest irritation. I slowly walked down the second floor hall, trying to decipher which door was also the entrance to his room. A dim, dim light peeked out from underneath one of the doors, so I slowly shuffled over, gently placing a hand against the smooth surface, and gaining the courage to speak again.

"Justin, your friends— or, or brothers, or whatever they are to you— they're still out looking for you, and it's getting late. You should probably tell them that you're home." I said softly, but loud enough for him to have understood me.

I heard his bed quietly squeak as he shifted, and the sound of his feet colliding against the carpet of his room seeped out with the cracks of light. There was a cold air that swirled against my feet, almost like it was the presence of a a ghost.

I heard his hand firmly press against his side of the door. "They'll be back any minute now. Why don't you go try and get some sleep, alright?"

I sighed, lightly tapping my foot as I spoke to him. "I'm not tired."

"I don't care. Go to sleep."

"No, I can't. If I'm not tired, you can't expect me to go to sleep."

The door cracked open, and a delicate brown eye peered out through the open space, gazing straight into mine. "If you don't get lost, I can put you to sleep. For a very, very long time."

I shirfted my weight to my other foot, slightly leaning in the opposite direction as I rolled my eyes. "I would just love that. You don't have to be such a dick, I was just trying to be a little conciderate."

"If I wanted your concideration, don't you think I would've invited you in, maybe invite the Queen while we're at it for a cup of tea?"

"Ha ha, you're funny. I know you're just trying to flirt, but I don't really associate with douche bags, so I'm gonna go ahead and 'get lost'." I turned to start heading in the other direction, not a single thought crossing my mind about turning back. Until, there was a sharp tug on my hand, which reeled me back in the other direction.

"You're nothing but trouble, Chase, I should've known. But now you're my trouble to deal with."

I pulled my hand back down to my side, staring a hollow glare straight at him, then pulling my arms up and crossed them at my stomach. "What do you mean I'm the trouble? You cause it, I just choose not to deal with it. You have more mood swings than a girl on PMS, and I don't know what the hell is going on." I hadn't realized I inched closer and closer everytime we'd spoke, so there were now only a couple inches of space between us.