Wild At Heart

-EIGHTEEN-

Kicking. And pushing and shoving. Clawing, and tugging at my hair and eventually bitting.

That's right folks, the Mikayla 'Mica' Jones-Herman kicked, pushed, shoved, clawed, tugged hair and bit, me, Alisa Adams.

All so I could get into the car.

"I hate shopping." I grumble as Mica drives the car along the highway.

"That would be evident." She back answers.

"I love how you do something that you'd tell Nari off for." I say. My voice thick with sarcasm.

"What?! Talk back? That's Lind of how conversation works, Darl."

I roll my eyes. "Why are you taking me. Couldn't you take someone like Kaylea or Maggie? Or Nari. She'd love some mother-daughter time with you."

"We're meeting g the first two there and I didn't bring Nari because I wanted to talk to you."

"Well we're talking aren't we?" I sass.

"Ha ha. I'm serious."

I uncross my arms and flatten out the red plaid shirt. I do need to get clothes. I've been wearing Zaiden's tops and been struggling around in Mica's pants the whole time I've been with the Blue Moon pack (apart from that time I was Kat).

"What did you want to talk about?"

She doesn't say anything just hums out a tune.

"Fine. Be that way." I turn and look out the window.

"I want you to be the god mother." She says really fast.

"What?"

"I, Mica Jones-Herman, wish for you, Alisa Adams -although its only a matter of time before you're a Jones- to be the god mother of my unborn child."

I stare at her wide eyed. "You're pregnant?"

"Nah, Alisa. I've just been havepung these weird cravings and missed my period for no reason. The same reason why the test was positive." She says in a 'duh' tone. "Of course I'm pregnant!"

"That's why you've been so bipolar." I say.

"THAT IS THE WORST THING YOU COULD SAY TO A PREGNANT LADY!" She shouts.

She glares at me. "Eyes on the road Mica or this baby might not make it to full term!"

"Whoops." She giggles as she swerves back onto the right side of the road. And by right, I mean left.

A small black SUV (A/N inside joke between my friends and I) honks their horn at us as we narrowly miss them.

Dear Moon Goddess, please watch over our mate when we go, please let him be happy without us. Because today, Mica will kill us with her driving skills. Well, she doesn't have any skills.

"Sorry," she apologizes. "I'm used to driving autos. Not manuals. Especially this beast." She hits the steering wheel of the 1991 Toyota Hilux.

It maybe more rust than paint but I always have liked Hiluxs compared with the small cars.