Mr. Werewolf, Will You Love Me?

(3) Home, is who you are with. Not where you are.

Hiya~

Sorry this chapter took so long :/ it just wouldn’t come out right! I had to go through like seven different endings until it finally came to this one. I’m quite proud of myself with this one, actually :) well, I hope you enjoy!

And if you are wondering, the song is the acoustic version of "If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn" by Sleeping with Sirens :)

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Chapter 3: Home, is who you are with. Not where you are.

Blake: 69 ;P

Me: Seriously? Your favorite number just so happens to be a… um never mind… ok, your turn. Ask me a question!

Blake: Pushy much? Eh, it’s ok, I like a girl that knows what she wants :) *wishing I could see you blushing right now* Ok, what’s your favorite color?

Me: Stop making me blush on purpose!! You stupid goat. And since you like a girl that “knows what she wants,” I want you to guess my favorite color. Hint; there are two. Now guess, goat boy. ;)

Blake: You can’t have two favorite colors! You have to have one.

Me: Hey! If your favorite number can be 69, then I can have two favorite colors!

Blake: Fine >.< But I’d prefer if you’d call me “master.” Duh. ;) Ok, let’s guess. Green?

Me: No, master.

Blake: I like the sound of that :) ok, Black?

Me: That’s one of them, master. One down, one to go. Let’s see if master can guess this one…

Blake: Blue?

Me: Nope ^.^

Blake: Purple…

Me: Nuh-uh. *shakes head*

Blake: I know it :)

Me: then what is it?

Blake: Yellow!

Me: It’s Red! You know the ONE color you HAVEN’T said -__- stupid goat boy…

Blake: You wound me :’(

Me: Would you like me to kiss it better, Master?

Blake: Yes slave, yes I would.

Me: Just because you’re my master doesn’t mean I’m your slave >.< What if I want to be your paid apprentice, huh? Do you have something against apprentices?

Blake: *dying laughing*

            I’m sitting in my bed, it’s 10:30pm at night, and I’m smiling like a goofball at the screen of Blake’s phone. I got home from the pack meeting an hour ago and I haven’t been able to stop texting Blake since. Of course, he still has my phone and I still have his phone. He’s not going to give me my phone back until we meet at Sam’s diner tomorrow. All this time we’ve been playing a questioning game and I’ve figured out a lot about him. His favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate chip cookie dough, he has 2 brothers and one sister, his best friends are Troy and Shane, but Shane hasn’t been in school because he’s coming back from vacation tomorrow, Sunday, and he’ll be at school on Monday, his favorite color is green, his favorite number is 69, he hates the word portfolio, and so much more. He’s made me blush like fifty times. I’m a bit tired, but I don’t want to stop texting him so I reply.

Me: My turn, I ask you a question. What was your most embarrassing moment?

Blake: no.

Me: you’ve never had one!