Imprint in Time

Chapter Twenty-Four

Oops. I accidentally voted for my own story. Lol. My bad. Anyway, this chapter has a lot of dialogue in it but you get to see the relationship that John and Tiffany have. I admit, it's kinda boring but I PROMISE it will get better. There are some action-filled chapters coming up. I bet most people will like that. I already have the ending figured out. It's a big surprise. There's also going to be a new character coming soon. ENJOY! :)

Chapter Twenty-Four

What do you need help with?” John asked me when he came over. I called and asked him to come over as soon as I found out about my iPod. No one messes with my iPod.

“Have you NOT seen the place yet?” I asked.

He looked around. “Whoa!” he said.

“NOW you notice?” I said.

“I’m sorry. I’m not the type of person that pays attention to detail,” he said.

“Obviously,” I said.

“Well, what happened anyway?” he said.

“Brad called Hayden a mean name, I slapped him, he got mad, changed into a werewolf, ransacked the house, then jumped out the window,” I said.

“Wow. That boy has anger issues,” he said.

 I ignored him. “Look at this place! It’s a mess! How am I supposed to clean all this up before mom comes home?” I asked.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You could say that a burglar did it,” he suggested.

“I guess,” I said. I was still worried though. John could tell too. He started walking around the house, stepping over junk when it got in his way.

He whistled. “Dang. He broke your TV too?” he said.

“Yea, that one and the one in my room,” I told him.

“Those are flat screens,” he said.

“Uh-huh. Which means the next time I see him, I’m going to kick his butt,” I said.

“Yea, good luck with that,” he said.

“So you seriously think that mom’s going to believe the burglar story?” I asked.

“She should. Most parents believe stuff like that,” he said.

I sighed. “Ok. I’ll tell her that,” I said.

“I just have one question,” he said.

“Yea?”

“What was Brad doing over here?” John said.

“Um, the TV wasn’t working very well so I called him over here to fix it,” I lied.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he said.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” I said.

“Tiffany, I can tell you’re lying. What’s the real reason?” he said.

“Promise you won’t get mad?” I asked.

“Oh, I HATE when conversations start like that,” he said, groaning.

“Well, I sorta called him over here……………..to……bite……..me,” I said.

“What? Are you crazy? I thought I just told you not to!” he said.

“You did,” I said.

“You broke your promise,” he said.

“Look, I’m sorry. I already had my mind made up when you told me not to,” I said.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“He didn’t change you did he?” he said.

“No, I slapped him before he could. And he’s not going to change me either,” I said, with a smile.

“Darn it!” he said.

“What?” I said.

“I can’t stay mad at you,” he said.

“That’s good then,” I said.

“So what are you going to do now?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know any other werewolves so I guess I can’t change,” I pouted.

“That’s ok. We’ll just have a non-touching relationship,” he said.

“John, you and I both know that won’t work out,” I said.

“I know,” he said. He sighed. “OH!” he jumped up.

“What?” I said.

“Your grandma!” he said.

“What about her?” I said.

“She might be able to help! She might have a potion or something that you can drink,” he said.

“She’s not a witch, John,” I said.

“Drats,” he said.

People still say drats?

“Why do you want me to change all of a sudden?” I asked.

“I don’t know. My mind won’t make up its mind what it wants,” he said.

I laughed, then looked at my watch.

“GRRR!” I said again.

“What?” he said.

“My mom will be home any minute! I just hope she buys the burglar thing,” I said.

“She will. Don’t worry. And why do you always say grr?” John asked.

“I don’t know. I said it one day and it just kinda stuck,” I said.

“Well, you need to find another word to say cause that one’s pretty annoying,” John said.

“Fine. I know! How about urgh? It’s not argh and it’s not ugg, it’s urgh!” I said laughing.

John looked at me. “You need some fresh air,” he said.