Melanie- The Full Moon (ON HOLD)

Color Festival? -Chapter 21

FABULOUS PERSON OF THE WEEK: TheWolfWithin12

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I haven't ever exactly thought about my swim wear much. As long as it had either black, green, purple or blue and covered my lady parts, I was all up for it. Plus, I didn't even know about the whole mate thing. Let alone werewolves, I'm mean come on, who's really stupid enough to actually not believe, want or even think that werewolves aren't real? Exactly, cause Twilight wouldn't let that happen.

Even though the cold hard truth hits you and you're stuck in the real world, reading all about it, it's way better than watching T.V.. He's sexy as fuck in the book series and the movie sequel! You're delusional if you don't see it. There is absolutely no chance of getting the honor of meeting or even being with the glory of Taylor Lautner.

Don't tell Damien I ever said that. He might have a bitch fight or something. Lets hope it's the something. Or, wait. Maybe not.

I plop down on the bed and groan. I want something reveling, but not too reveling. Sexy, but not too sexy 'till the point I kill the man. Memorizing but not too memorizing to where it gets to the point to where Damien kills me and I'd want to drag him to bed with those beautiful, stormy, Caribbean blue eyes.....

I want a dark color, but not too dark. Bright, but not too bright. I stand up and look at the drawer full of swim suites. This red one? Hm, no.. too many reveling, complicated, thin straps. Pink? Ew, what am I even thinking!?

What's Damien's favorite color? I feel like it might be yellow... no, red... green... blue? Maybe grey? I groan, plopping down on the bed again and rubbing my hands against my face. I am the worst girlfriend slash mate ever.

I don't even know his favorite color!

I know his favorite number. It's six. Because of his six pack, he claims. And his favorite food, steak. Because, being a werewolf and all he can eat raw and cooked and love it just as much. I didn't get that one bit, meat should be cooked, especially when in human form. I laugh, he even told me his favorite thing to do was to stare and memorize me face in my sleep!

What was I doing?

Why do I want to know his favorite color again?

I run my hand through my hair and grab my phone to call Charolette. It rings about four times, which feels like an enterity.

"This is Charolatte." She finally answers, in her angelic, perfect, British accent.

"Charolette. What's your brothers favorite color?"

"Pink." I glare at my phone.

"I hope you can feel my hatred and frustration flowing to you through the phone right now." She laughs.

"And I hope you can feel my love for you and my brother flowing through the phone. Send the message to Kevin won't you?"

"Haha, very funny. I just really need a girls option and Jade's out in Maine with her family this week, for a wedding and her Dad's pretty strict."

"Sure, I totally get it. What's the crisis?"

"I'm guessing you already know about the cabin?"

"Yup."

"So, I'm guessing you know his romantic plan, as he calls it, then?"

"Ladybug, he told me about this day, the day he found out you guys were mates."

"Of course. So, he wants to go for a swim in the lake. And don't call me "Ladybug" I actually was told I smell nice today."

"That's funny, was it Jack?"