The Second Choice

Boy Problems

"Hi, what can I get for you today?"

"Um yeah, god damn it... a grande hazelnut macchiato, please" my head was still down as I furiously shook my worn tasseled brown purse in search for change. I need a coin sock... I heard the sound of change pool to one corner; my hand continued to fish through the piles of crumped receipts and whatever other crap was in there. The barista started to look impatient and a throat cleared behind me.

"I'll just have a grande blonde roast." I almost lost balance as swiftly turned to the obnoxious ass hat behind me; about to give the fucker a piece of my mind.

"Tyler?" He chuckles and shakes his head while tapping his card on the debit machine.

"I've got this Ames." I continue to search for the change as he leads me to the far counter.

"No really, I can pay you back. I have money I swear! I just can't seem to- OW! - find anything in this death trap!" I pull my hand back; a spot of blood pooled on the tip of my finger.

 "Ames, its coffee... I think I'll be fine spending the extra couple of bucks." He thinks he's reassuring. HA!

"The price a freaking coffee is just ridiculous. I swear-", Tyler just rolls his eyes at my constant ramblings and hands me my coffee.

"Geez, chill! Are you sure you really need that? You seem pretty wound up as is." I finally take this moment to really look at Tyler. He looked like shit. I voiced this. He glared. "Thanks Ames."

At this point we've made it to the town square, I plop down on a patch of grass; he joins.

"So, rough night?" I asked as I dumped out contents of my purse in front of me. He gave a dry laugh.

"You can say that." There had to be more to this story. He sighed and leaned in. "Your close with Caroline." Well aint that the truth. "So you know her... secrets, right?" I stopped separating my receipts and gave him a blank look.

"Well, yeah, she is my best friend. So I may know a thing or two!"

"Right. Obviously. So uh, I hung out with her the other day...  it was cool. It was pretty fangtastic."

"Well she is bunches of fun," wait just a minute there. I paused and look up at him. He was sipping his coffee and looking around trying to be all nonchalant. Fangtastic. 'Fang'tastic. Fang. Vampire. Oh my GOD!

"OH MY GOD! Caroline told you about vampires?!" I gasped and dropped all the chapsticks and lotions that were in my hand. Tyler look at them all puzzled for a quick moment before sighing in relief.

"Oh thank God you know!"

"Of course I know! She is my best friend. Why do you know? And "fangtastic"... really?"

"Ha, yeah sorry. I wanted to slip it in casually... just in case you didn't know. And uh, I'm a werewolf..."

Wait, what?! Even though Tyler was a year younger than me, we always did get along as kids. Maybe it was our similar attitude problem and our enjoyment of dealing things  out with psychical violence. We didn't hang out all that often as we got older, but when we do meet up, it's as if nothing has changed. We get right into the flow of things. 

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But this was a little unexpected.

We both avoided eye contact; it was quite. Until I spoke up.