Sitting in the living room, I tried my best to do my Calculus homework. Thanks to the large mush sitting in my dome, I was practically a year ahead in high school. I admit German is not my strong suit. Neither was Swedish, or Mandarin, or Spanish, but we can't all be perfect.
I managed to finish the last question just in time because Big Bang Theory was just starting. I flicked on the T.V. to find out what kind of trouble Sheldon was going to get the gang into today. My mind wondered slightly to the sex-god upstairs. Where was he going to sleep? A picture of him lying in just his briefs on my bed crossed my mind. I shivered a bit. Aren't teenage boys supposed to be the ones with crazy thoughts? Curse my teenage hormones!
As the time progressed, my eyelids grew heavy and the more I tried to pry them open the more they tried to shut the world out.
Just then the door locks made a clicking noise. I used the last of my energy to let Rebecca in and haul my tired ass up stairs.
The rest was a foggy mess. All I really remember is seeing a blond pike if person in my bed talking. It might as well have been a peanuts episode because only god knows what he said. I vaguely remember stripping off everything that couldn't be worn to bed and dive bombing into the spare bed set up in the room. I may have been my imagination, but on my way to the land of dreams, I swear I heard someone chuckle.
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WerewolfI remember back in the days when my life was simple. 1. No physical contact 2. Not failing school 3. Keeping my best friends from making me go insane That's all there was to it. Now there is a boy in my room talking in his sleep. And he INSISTS on...
