The O'Brian's Backyard...
"So, tell us about this Wyatt pack, sir," Seth says.
The boys, Roman, Dean, and Seth, Diego, and Mr. O'Brian are sitting on the patio on lawn chairs at the table. The connected pool and jacuzzi is filled and sparkling in the morning sunlight.
Mr. O'Brian shifts in his seat. "They've been around for a long time," he begins. "About as long as we have. They're a vicious pack, but they weren't always like that. Ever since Anthony made one of his son's Alpha, they've been running rough shot over the area. I'm surprised they haven't shown up on the news lately. Luckily they don't contain the same abilities as us." He shakes his head. "Who knows what they'd do with that kind of power."
Everyone perfectly hears the opening and closing of the front door on the other side of the house. The girls are back from shopping.
Lucia steps out onto the patio after a few moments. "Hey, Daddy," she greets, kissing her father's cheek.
"Hello, sweetheart."
She sits in the second to last available seat next to Dean with a shopping bag in her hand. "I got some really cute stuff today. Who knew Mom was a wiz at fashion."
"Hey, just because I'm along in my years doesn't mean I don't know the latest things," Mrs. O'Brian defends as she sits in the last seat beside her husband.
"Could've fooled me," Lucia mumbled making her mother raise one of her eyebrows. "Love you, Mommy."
Mr. and Mrs. O'Brian share a look while their daughter's attention is in the bag.
"Hey, honey, why don't we go over there," Mrs. O'Brian suggests, pointing to the "campsite." And area with an outdoor fireplace surrounded by pale yellow L-shapes couches and chairs under a tan tent.
"Alright," Lucia replies, thinking nothing of it as her and her mom go over and plop down.
Once out of earshot, the boys continue their discussion.
"You guys have to be really careful of the Wyatts," Mr. O'Brian warns. "Luckily Diego here," he clamps a hand down on his son's shoulder, "has been a wolf long enough to show you the ropes. While you're guarding the house at night, he can show you a few tips."
After placing my new clothes in the right places, I rummage through the back of my closet for something I haven't touched in years. I pull my sketchbook out and blow the dust off.
I go back out into the backyard, stepping to the side, away from the ladder that Dean's on in order to reach the patch in the roof. I don't bother saying hi. I know I'm the last person he wants to make conversation with while he's working. I plop down on the "campsite" couch, kick my white Converse off and tuck my legs underneath. I position myself right on the back of the couch so that the tent doesn't block my view. I looked around, tapping my pencil on my thigh as I think about what to draw.
I flip through the sketchbook to see if there was anything I didn't draw all those years back, but I did. From this very "campsite," to the pool/jacuzzi to the woods and the back of the house, including the patio and the furniture on it. The only thing I haven't drawn, is 20 feet in the air, redoing a patch of the roof that has caused us problems during rainstorms for the past month. I bite my lip. He won't know. And even if he did, he wouldn't care, right? I flip to a new page and look at his back.
I start with part of the ladder, glowing silver in the sunlight. The I draw his tennis shoed feet, working my way from his muscled calves, to the basketball shorts hanging low on his hips and stopping when I get to his back. Making sure I get every ridge and muscles that makes it up. Then, I add his head and his messy hair. When I'm finished, I draw him reaching out to the patch, doing the last final touches before it's as good as new again. I set the pencil beside me and examine my work. Definitely not bad. I run my finger over the picture and bite back a smile. Not bad at all.
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