When I was fully human, I could sit and binge a show for hours and hours on end with no issue. Since...turning, I guess, it's like I have tripled my energy.
My leg bounced up and down impatiently, my head leaned against the wall as I tried to pay attention to the random house hunter's show that played on the TV.
"-David you aren't listening! A walk-in closet is a necessity, what's an extra 20 minutes for you to drive to work if it means I'm happy?" The wife of the couple whined to her poor husband.
Wow, bitch.
It really flabbergasts me how awful some of the couples treat each other on these shows.
I flipped the channel, immediately met by a couple staring into each other eyes lovingly.
Bachelor in Paradise.
I scoffed, how can these people find "love" after knowing each other for two weeks. Maybe I was just jealous. I couldn't even find love after 18 years.
Changing the channel again, one of my favorite shows, Bridgerton popped up.
"-I burn for you-"
The TV went black as I turned it off with a scoff. That's enough of that.
Throwing my head back against the back of the couch, I narrowed my eyes at the ceiling, annoyingly restless and bored. Why could I not just relax? I thoroughly enjoy being lazy. Well, I did.
My eyes softened as my mind wandered. I wondered how Paul was doing.
No, I scolded myself, I don't care.
But, I don't have to care to wonder if he was alright, I suppose.
I glanced at the pouring rain outside, the huge droplets of rain beating down harshly on the roof. The heavy, dark clouds blocked off the majority of the sunlight. I winced as a bolt of lightning shot across the sky, thunder rumbling in the distance.
Would he be out in this weather? Or would Bella let them inside? I would hope so, they're doing this for her after all.
Lightning cracked across the sky, thunder rumbling louder. I winced again, not for me, but for Paul.
I wonder if he's cold?
No that's stupid, I rolled my eyes, We don't get cold.
My brow still furrowed in worry for Paul as the trees groaned in protest at the howling wind.
Maybe I would just give him a call, just to... check-in.
My heart rate increased in worry, despite repeating to myself that worrying was ridiculous and that he was fine.
He's a werewolf for goodness sake.
Or shifter, I guess. Whatever.
Clicking his contact, my knee continued to bounce up and down as it rang.
"This is Paul, leave a message."
Clenching my jaw, I redialed, hoping he just didn't reach his phone in time.
"This is Paul-"
Breathing in harshly through my nose, I tried again.
"This is-"
Groaning, I threw my phone down onto the couch beside me.
This is ridiculous, he's probably fine.
Probably.
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Petrichor ~ P.L.
FanfictionAdair Callipsta isn't a courageous person. She has other areas she excels in, shes smart (to a fault), she can cook pretty decently, and is an excellent liar. So when her life begins to literally crash and burn, she doesn't stay and persevere. Sh...
