White Wolf

Get Ready

~Daren~

I got up at about 3 a.m. I smelled bacon and heard the popping noises of the grease.

Odd, I thought to myself. I forced myself up and jumped into the shower. It was a quick one, one of my quickest probably.

I got into my room and pulled on my boxers. I threw on some faded jeans and a plain, gray T-Shirt.

I walked down the stairs and heard humming. I turned the corner into the kitchen to see Veronica cracking eggs onto a pan.

She had tight black skinny jeans with matching heels. Pumps is what I think she calls them. She had a gray tank top with black tiger stripes on it. Over that was a black leather jacket. Dark red lipstick that reminded me of blood was over her normally pale lips. She wore her jet black hair down. I have to admit, she looked good.

"Hello Daren" she said with a smirk.

"Hey. What are you doing up so early?" I asked her. She glanced up only for a moment.

"Making breakfast" she shrugged.

Obviously, I thought. As if reading my mind she added, "But as you can probably see that, I'm also thinking."

O no where is this going?

"Thinking about what?" I asked nicely. I sat on the top of the counter. I watched as she scrambled the eggs. I hated scrambled.

"Us." she started. "I'm thinking about our relationship. I think we need some time apart." As she continued I felt happy and shocked at the same time.

"We're through" she finally finished. My face grew an expression of shock. Hopefully hiding most, if not all, of my joy.

She smiled innocently. "Breakfast will be done soon."

~Miranda~

I got up this morning, but wasn't ready to leave. It's Friday and normally I would be very excited for today. Getting ready for my weekend of procrastination and ice-cream. I was scared though. I had crossed the border with Veronica, even though I didn't mean to. Now I was ready for some tough times.

I sighed and slid on a white long sleeve shirt and skinny jeans. I put on a little mascara and a small amount of gray eyeshadow. I put on a light red shade of lipstick. I looked a million times more confident than I felt.

Here goes nothing, I think as I grab my bag with all of my books in it. I get out of our front door and see my mom wasn't in the car just yet. She was on the phone.

I jumped into the car and started it. The radio turned on to Bruno Mar's new hit, and my newest favorite song, When I Was Your Man. I hummed along to the song for about halfway through it until finally my mother decided to end her call.

When she got into the car she had a small smile on her face, which I could tell she was trying to hide.

"What're you so happy about?" I asked her.

"O nothing" she answered waving her hand and moving past my question. I got really curious after that. I let it be though.

We drove on and finally pulled up to Weston High. I waved my mom goodbye and walked to the front entrance of the huge building.

I walked to my locker to find Samantha with a bigger than usual smile stuck on her face.

"What's wrong with your face?" I asked jokingly.

"I'm happy! Know why?" She was practically jumping with excitement.

"Why?"

"Prom is in two weeks! Saturday!" I looked up at her as she shoved a sky blue flyer in my hands.