Fated

Chapter 22

(Molly)

She’d woken up bright and early, even though he wouldn’t be by until eleven. She couldn’t hold in her excitement, this was her second real date. When she’d walked up to her bed the previous night she’d found her clothes laid out on the bed. It consisted of a light maternity sundress that was decorated with pink and lilac flowers, strappy ballet shoes and a silver necklace. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do with our mates, Sincerely Sarah and Carol (but mostly Sarah). All of her clothing bags were around her bed, and she had a soft teddy bear. She’d slept good that night, she had a dream where her and Luna were eating ice cream. She’d woken up with a start, only to find Ryan up and munching on cereal, his face glued to the television screen.

“Hey champ, what are doing up?’ She asked and  he, slowly, peeled his eyes away from the screen.

“Saturday morning cartoons, toonami, hush.” Was all he said then turned back to the television. She raised her eyebrows and went to the kitchen. He left the milk out but forgot to put the cereal away. She sighed and picked up the cereal box. Might as well finish the hole box, her wolf happily agreed as she popped a handful of fruit loops in her mouth. She padded out to the living room and sat Indian style on the couch next to Ryan. She was immediately confused, why did all the characters have spiky hair and outrageous muscles? And why did the purple girl have a tale?

“Is she, like, an alien or something?” She asked Ryan around a fistful of cereal. He plopped his spoon down and looked at her.

“That is Freezia, he is a boy. He is an alien who is trying to destroy planet Earth.” He said slowly, trying to hold in his temper.

“So why does he sound like a girl?”

“Hey! I don’t go around asking questions like, why does SpongeBob sound like a girl, or why is that show gay and inappropriate. I would appreciate it if you didn’t bomb on Dragon Ball Z.” He said and then munched on his cereal angrily. She frowned and ate her cereal in quiet. They stayed like that until their parents came down.

“Did you have to eat the whole box of Fruit Loops?” Her dad asked and she threw him a look that she hoped said ‘Don’t Fuck With Me And Expect To Have Both Balls’. It must’ve worked because he blanched and towed behind her mother into the kitchen. When ten came around she flew up the stairs to get ready. She took her shower, brushed her teeth and got dressed. She curled her hair ever so slightly so that her brunette waves framed her face. She added a little mascara and a little lip gloss. She wanted to look absolutely natural, so that meant no foundation and no blush. By the time eleven hit she was ready and bouncing off the walls. The door bell rang and her parents’ let out a breath of relief. Ryan was still gawking at the television. She walked to the door and opened it, her breath leaving out all in one rush. He stood there with thumbs in his black pants, his hair flew around his face and a smile skirted his lips. His blue cotton shirt fitted tightly on his chest, showing his broad chest.

“Wow, you look beautiful.” He whispered and she blushed under his praise.

“Uh thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” She mumbled and bit her lip.

“Uhm, the carnival is uhm… further into town. We’ve got a long drive you wanna…” His voice trailed off and her cheeks blazed, she was taking too long.

“Oh my gosh! Sorry, lets go.” She mumbled and stepped outside. The warm wind flapped her dress, and made her hair go haywire.

“Spent fifty minutes on my hair… damn wind.” She growled and fixed her hair. Thomas smirked and put his hand on the small of her back.