Wild At Heart

-THIRTEEN-

"So," Mica breaks the silence as I rinse my plate. "Wanna watch a movie?"

I laugh. As much as I wanted to be shown more of the pack grounds, I wanted Zaiden to show me.

"Sounds good."

Mica leads me to a room which consists of two, three-seater brown couches. It wasn't an ugly brown if that was possible. The fabric was like velvet but was a cheap knock-off version that was most likely made in China. Three lazy-boy recliners where also included in the room, a very similar colour to the three-seaters.

The recliners where placed one on either side of the three-seaters and one positioned in the middle.

They all were facing one thing.

A 72" Samsung TV.

The television was mounted to the wall but still had a table underneath it. The mahogany bench was mostly filled with cables and wires from many different game consoles.

A Play Station. An Xbox. Xbox 360. Xbox 360 connect. Wii (the original). Wii U. And several others that I couldn't name.

Magazines -mostly filled with underdressed women- stood along with empty beer bottles, game controlers and a half empty bowl of chips on a coffee table which was the same material as the TV cabinet.

A bookshelf -also mahogany- stood at the far end of the room.

The bookshelf was most likely the cleanest thing in the room. Sections clearly labeled in "Children's", "Teen's", "Adult's" and "Adult's -DO NOT LET THE KIDS WATCH THIS P**N!" sections. The sections had been seperated into sections such as, "horror", "adventure", "rom-com" and a few more. And when closely examined I could see the movies where arranged in alphabetical order. The children's section being down the bottom so young kids couldn't grab movies that they weren't meant to be touching. Like R rated, 18+ movies.

"Oh my god." Mica growls. "I got it so clean. And know this!" She looks on the verge of tears. "Why? Why must they live like pigs?!" Tears now follow freely down her face.

No need to cry. Its just a room!

'Kat!' I scolded her.

"I cleaned it right before the party!" She sits on the egde of the closest sofa and starts rocking backwards and forwards.

"Hey, ummm, Mica, you don't look so good." She continues to rock herself murmuring things like, 'all so clean,' and, 'not wolves, they're pigs,'

"Mica?" Her head snaps towards me.

She flushes a deep red. "Sorry. I'm just being silly."

"No, you're not being silly, I'd have a mental breakdown too if I'd just cleaned up a room, top-to-bottom and a bunch of animals ruined my hard work." This manages to make her smile.

"Sorry." She once again apologizes.

"Don't worry about it." I wave my hand at her. "Now, what do you say you grab the vaccum and a garbage bag, and we can clean this up once more?"

"You'd do that?"

I shrug. "I can't let you do it on your own, and if I knew who'd done this I'd make them do it themselves."

She laughs. "Alright." She leaves to get the garbage bag and vaccum.

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Mica breaths out heavily as she straightens her back.

"Finally." I sigh and pretend to faint onto the three-seater closest to the bookshelf.